Calm Little Lady: The Queen's Leisurely Life

Chapter 332 Strange promotion rules [36]

[Strange promotion rules [36]]

Wuming raised the corner of his mouth lightly, and said calmly: "Those people are not as stupid as you think. After so many years, do you think they didn't notice it? They just turned a blind eye to my coming and going freely. .”

Diudiu suddenly became excited, "So, you are stronger than that island owner?"

Nameless suddenly fell silent again.

Ye Xuanxiu, that is a man who is already close to a god. Now, I am afraid that there are not many people who are his opponents, right?

Wuming glanced at Diudiu, and said calmly: "Don't think about anything useless. If you are eliminated tomorrow, the fate between you and me, Wuming, will also come to an end. From then on, the two of us will never see each other again."

Diudiu was shocked when he heard the words, and said without thinking: "No..."

Seeing that Diu Diu's tears were about to come out, Wuming smiled happily in his heart. Of course "Wuming" can never see her again, but "Xuefeng" can always be by her side, because Wuming is a character he fabricated.

Xuefeng is the real him.

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Today is the day of the knockout round.

Diu Diu got up early in the morning, washed and dressed carefully, and applied the peppermint balm she had been using on her face and hands, and the cool and refreshing smell immediately permeated.

Putting on a moon white robe that had been washed white, he braided his long hair that was almost down to his calves into a big braid, and hung it casually behind his back.

Finally, Diudiu picked up Feng Xindi and stroked it gently, and said softly: "Xiaoqiang, I don't want to see Wuming again, so today I must advance."

Xiaoqiang's hoarse voice sounded in her mind, "Well, master, Xiaoqiang believes in you, come on, come on!!!"

Diudiu smiled, held the heart-feeding flute tightly, and smiled at the portrait of the snow wolf on the wall: "Xiao Feng, you will cheer for me too? Come on, come on!!!"

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At Chenshi, all the students were led into the spacious and magnificent Qianlong Hall by the three pavilion masters, Moying, Duanyuan and Qixian.

At the top of Qianlong Hall, there is already sitting an old man with white beard and hair, his white hair is tied up with a jade hairpin on top of his head, he is wearing a moon white robe and a purple gauze jacket, standard Temple elder attire.

All the students sat down behind the rows of low tables in the order of the team. On each of the low tables, there was a set of pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

(End of this chapter)