A wicked disciple becomes a wife

Chapter 45 Lottery
At night, the moonlight pouring down from the window was beautiful, like a layer of hoarfrost spreading on the ground, lying on the ground was a little cold, Xiao Tian shook his hair, then changed direction and continued to sleep on his stomach.

On the bed next to Xiaotian, Bai Yu was lying on his stomach with his head facing the end of the bed, with a book in his hand, and biting a pen holder horizontally, thinking about something carefully.

She was recalling the past three months, a lot had happened, even though it was so deep in her memory, although it was a bit difficult for her to write down all of them.

After thinking about it for a long time, she began to write after she had an idea.

She wanted to write all the things of the past three months, whether it was Chu Xiuzhi or Yinyin and the others' changes after she came back, they seemed to have changed like that all of a sudden, from kind and gentle to despicable and unscrupulous. What's going on, she always feels that something is wrong.

On Yinshi the next day, Bai Yu stood on a tree outside early, holding the tree with one hand, while looking into the distance, the sky was still dark, she stared at the place where the sky and the earth meet in the distance, waiting for the first ray of light to appear.

"You haven't slept all night, aren't you afraid of losing in the competition?"

Suddenly, Xiaotian's voice appeared above his head, Bai Yu looked up, but saw Xiaotian's small body lying on the tree at some point, looking at her with dark red eyes.

"What's so scary, missing such a beautiful scenery is the most regrettable thing in life." Smiling at Xiaotian, she continued to look into the distance, "Xiaotian, look carefully, it's coming soon."

Just as Bai Yu's voice fell, a white light in the distance, that line gradually unfolded, as if it was the light of life, gradually covering the earth from a distance.

In fact, this kind of scene is nothing to look at, but it can make people have a feeling of, ah, life, which is very wonderful.

"I don't think there's anything interesting about this." Xiao Tian felt that this kind of scenery can only be kept in his heart and experienced with his heart.

Even if you don't look at it, you know Xiaotian's duplicity at this time, Bai Yu didn't say anything, just enjoying this moment quietly, wrote a diary all night, and read it here for a while, his eyes felt a little sore.He rubbed his eyes, yawned, and jumped off the tree.

"Where are you going, little girl?" You looked good, how did you go down?
"I'm going to wash up, and the competition will start in an hour." Bai Yu waved to him, and then ran back to the room.

Alas. Shaking his head helplessly, Xiaotian continued to stay on the tree, looking into the distance, suddenly there was a bird song, he sighed, the leisure time is over, thinking, his figure gradually blurred, and then disappeared in place.

At midnight, the martial arts training ground was full of disciples, today there were more disciples onlookers, because many disciples were eliminated in yesterday's round, so today's competition is eight classes together.

"Quiet." After saying this, Liu Mengyun began to report the names of the people who won two games yesterday, "Now let's report the names of today's competition, everyone listen carefully, Xunban Murong Liuyun, Xuan Shi, Que Xie, Zi Mo, Feng Qianxue and Baiyu, Lu Xiaoxiao, Gongyue, Hai Tianqing, Ling, Longju, and Yu Pengcheng in Kanban, leave the class."

Bai Yu standing under the stage was a little dizzy when she heard the long list of names protruding from Liu Mengyun's mouth. Except for a few people she knew and Brother Ling, she really didn't know any of them. Who were they? With such a long list of names, how did Brother Meng Yun remember them?
"Gen Ban Kebo, Zi Sang, Ai Cao, Yue Ling, Liu Qing, Sui Zhen." After reading, Liu Mengyun paused for a long time, and then continued: "The next round is the second round of competition. Come down and invite the disciple whose name was read just now to draw a lottery from the table on the other side of the Eight Diagrams Stage, and the name on the signer will be your opponent."

"Yes." The audience responded unanimously, and the voices of 48 students in eight classes were neat and loud.

(End of this chapter)