Valkyrie Development Program

Chapter 130 Opening

In the room that originally belonged to Yunchuan District, Yixi and Yu Wenqing, who were as strong as cattle, stared at him with wide eyes.

"Forget it, let's rest." Yu Wenqing waved his hands, and was not interested in continuing to stare at the big man.

In the end, Tang Mingkong didn't knock on the door, but met Mei Duo from Xinxue District, or Hulan Huayu.

Tang Mingkong, who was a little tired from shouting, proposed to live with Mei Duo, and let Yu Wenqing and Yixi live together.

Mei Duo, who was not used to living together, naturally agreed, and then Yixi and Yu Wenqing were forced to arrange it together.

The two who were suddenly arranged together were also a little confused. They didn't have the slightest expectation in their hearts, which was impossible.

But the results, while not satisfactory, were also expected.

If Mei Duo and Tang Mingkong could share a room with them, it would be a ghost.

But in Mei Duo and Tang Mingkong's room, the situation was a little tense.

"I just said a few words about the man with facial paralysis, why are you so excited?" Tang Mingkong sat on his bed, folded his arms, looked at the angry Mei Duo, and smiled evilly.

At this moment, Mei Duo's baby face was full of anger, and she was a little grateful to Tang Mingkong for helping her out, but now she was glaring at this proud woman.

"Speaking ill of people behind their backs, is this something a lady would do instead?" Mei Duo's angry face swelled into a round shape, and her baby face looked extraordinarily cute.

Tang Mingkong looked at Mei Duo with a steamed bun face, and a look of joy suddenly appeared on his face. Mei Duo with this expression was simply a cute foul.

"I've never been a lady, I'm a queen!" Tang Mingkong stood up, taking advantage of his height, and looked down at this cute creature, who was only 1.6 meters tall, with a pleasant smile on his face.

Mei Duo was startled by Tang Mingkong's sudden burst of oppression, and took two steps back, sitting directly on the bed.

"No. No, no matter what you say, it's not good to speak ill of people behind their backs."

Subconsciously wanted to apologize, but Mei Duo also suddenly reacted, and responded with a straight face.

"It's so cute. It's really interesting that a cutie like you is actually a contestant in Xinxue District." Tang Mingkong smiled and put his hands on Mei Duo's shoulders, leaning close to Mei Duo's round face laughed.

"And your nervous facial paralysis, do you have any thoughts about people?"

As Tang Mingkong spoke, his hand moved from under Mei Duo's shoulder to an indescribable place.

"No, don't touch me!"

Mei Duo was suddenly irritated by Tang Mingkong's stimulation, and raised her hand to directly hold Tang Mingkong's sliding hand, and buckled her shoulders, pressing down on Tang Mingkong's wrist.

Tang Mingkong's wrist was in sharp pain. Unexpectedly, Mei Duo would strike suddenly, and her body directly followed the pressed wrist, kneeling on the ground with one knee. On her pretty face, all the original majesty was gone, full of painful expressions.

"I hate people who speak ill of others behind their backs!"

Mei Duo yelled coquettishly, and kept on doing nothing. She directly grabbed Tang Mingkong's wrist with both hands, twisted it in the opposite direction, raised her hand and pressed Tang Mingkong's neck collar, and pressed it on the bed behind her.

Tang Mingkong broke into a cold sweat in pain, and didn't react at all, his face directly came into intimate contact with the soft big bed.

He grabbed one of Tang Mingkong's arms and twisted it in the opposite direction, while the other hand pressed Tang Mingkong's shoulder to prevent her from resisting.

His knees pressed against Tang Mingkong's somewhat thin back, and he pressed Tang Mingkong firmly onto the bed.

"It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!!!" Tang Mingkong patted the bed with the other hand and cried.

"You have to apologize!" Mei Duo pressed Tang Mingkong, seeing Tang Mingkong's eyebrows twisted together, she couldn't help but let go, so that she would not feel so hurt.

Tang Mingkong heaved a sigh of relief after the pain was relieved: "Who am I apologizing to? That facial paralysis is not here. Let go quickly, it hurts me so much."

Mei Duo frowned in confusion: "Okay, but you have to promise me and apologize to him."

"Okay, okay." Tang Mingkong nodded.

Seeing Tang Mingkong nodding, Mei Duo let go of her hand.

"Ah, oh~ what a cruel move." Tang Mingkong got up from the bed, moved his shoulders, and let out an inexplicable groan.

"I'm sorry, I'm not very good at controlling the strength of my shots." Mei Duo apologized habitually seeing Tang Mingkong's distressed expression.

"Then don't you have to compensate me?" Tang Mingkong looked at the apologetic Mei Duo.

"I have no money." Mei Duo lowered her head aggrievedly.

"I don't want money." Tang Mingkong sat next to Mei Duo with an evil smile.

What a joke, she is the majestic eldest lady of the Datang Group, is she still short of money?
"I want to." Tang Mingkong said close to Mei Duo's ear.

"No, it's impossible, how could you do this, we are all girls!" Mei Duo stood up with a blushing face.

"What are you afraid of? I can give you everything you want." Tang Mingkong seduced, sticking out his tender tongue and licking his lips.

"No, it's impossible!" Mei Duo looked at this pretty, slightly arrogant girl in horror.

"Well, I don't have the habit of forcing people. If you think about it, you can tell me anytime."

Tang Mingkong squinted his eyes, then reached out and started to unbutton the button.

"What are you going to do?"

"Bath and sleep."

"call--"

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Mount Emei at six o'clock in the evening.

The Golden Summit of Mount Emei, which has been prepared for nearly two years, is instantly illuminated by various lights in the sky, like a holy mountain shining brightly in the dark.

Dozens of scene suspension vehicles in the air brought down the bright lights, and the golden roof was like daylight.

A burst of melodious folk music from Yunchuan District sounded, and the whole scene became lively.

The host who stepped on the hoverboard landed on the huge Zen Wutai.

"Compatriots from all over the country, all netizens who are watching the live broadcast of the Huaxia District Youth Fighting Conference quota match, good evening everyone! I am your host Huang He, and I will accompany you through this beautiful and exciting night .”

As the competition for the quota competition in Huaxia District, the scene will naturally not be small. Under the host's humorous host, various programs that have been prepared have also appeared on the stage one by one.

"Um, are we going to wear this on stage? Is it necessary?" Yuan Long rubbed the back of his head, looking at the clothes in front of him, speechless for a while.

"Why isn't it necessary?" Zhang Pingqie was struggling to put on clothes, and said expressionlessly.

"It's shameful." Feng Yuming held the clothes in his hands, with a shy expression on his face.

On the other side, Lei Yiyi has already changed her clothes. The bright yellow ancient Hanfu perfectly fits her exquisite body. The belt with satin and gold silk strokes, the whole person looks like a fairy.

"Sister Yi's outfit is much better than ours."

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and wear it." Thunderstorm's loud voice came over.

Everyone turned their heads and looked at the thunderstorm, and all of them couldn't help laughing with their stomachs in their arms.

"Brother Lei, you are not playing a swordsman, you are a proper image of a bandit."

Feng Yuming has the biggest mouth, and he dares to spray out everything.

Thunderstorm's already exaggerated physique, wearing a Hanfu swordsman costume, is indeed a bit out of shape, coupled with a displeased and fierce look, it is an excuse to say that the bandits are trying to save face.

And Yuan Long on the side is also in the same situation, and it is difficult for the manufacturers who make clothes for them.

I didn't even plan to wear anything at all. The clothes on the stage, after all, only a few points for style, so what's worth it.

But Lei Yiyi suddenly brought a bunch of clothes for them to wear.

Feng Yuming was stared at by the thunderstorm, and quickly stopped smiling, his face was still flushed and asked: "Coffin face, what style are we dressing up like?"

Zhang Pingping: "Top Ten Bitches."

"Pfft, hahahaha, I can't do it anymore, how did you manage to keep your face?"

The others also showed weird expressions, this is poisonous, embarrassing and cancerous, they actually want to wear this on stage?Or live broadcast across China?
My God, how will you mess around in the future?
(End of this chapter)