The battle in the hall was about to break out and could not stop at all.
Murong Ran still had some tears on his small face, looking at Mo Qingluo in a slightest way, as if he had suffered so much grievance.
Tang Ling'er glanced at Qi Jinghao before retracting her gaze, but a trace of clarity flashed in her eyes.
I had long heard that the young master of the Su family in Xiluo had some connection with the legendary seventh prince Bei Moxiu, but I didn't expect that even the little prince of Qi from Xiluo came.
Su Muli continued to look at Mo Qingluo, the smile in his eyes remained unabated, "How about Qingluo, should you think about it?"
He naturally wanted to take care of Bei Moxiu's little disciple.
But someone forgot that he seemed to be behind Mo Qingluo, whether in the first round or the second round.
Qi Jinghao was dressed in white, and his handsome face was helpless, but he did not stop it. He wanted to see how Mo Qingluo walked down.
"Um..." As he spoke, the battle in the field had reached a heightened heat. A girl in a tender yellow dress was obviously pushed away by the battle and fell to the ground and couldn't help but vomit blood.
Unwillingly looking at the direction of the battle on the field, how could she lose if she relied on her strength!
Mo Qingluo and the others were very calm, their eyes didn't seem to blink. During the battle, they never distinguished any method. But Murong Ran wiped the tears from his face and walked quickly to the girl in yellow.
"Are you okay?"
The girl in yellow shook her head, her face full of hatred, "Thank you, Princess Murong for her concern, I'm fine."
But Murong Ran insisted on lifting the girl's head to his legs, and he squatted down as much as possible so that the girl in yellow could feel more comfortable.
"What's wrong?" Murong Ran's rare insistence, and his eyes were full of seriousness when he looked at the girl.
Such a serious injury, and from a reality, there is only one possibility.
plot!
The girl in yellow was stunned for a moment, and then pushed Murong Ran away with her only strength. Her eyes were still on Murong Ran's body for a while, and lowered her eyes, "You don't need to pretend to be kind, I can't help you at all.
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The girl's voice was very weak, but she was rarely firm.
Murong Ran stared blankly at the girl in yellow who stood up, "What do you mean?"
The girl in yellow raised her eyes, "Princess Murong, I belong to the Su family."
The Dongyue Su family, a noble family with a prominent aristocrat, and the beloved Concubine Su in the Dongyue Palace, came from the Su family.
Concubine Su and Murong Ran were also famously disagreeing. Murong Ran had no doubt the choice to show his kindness this time, and he was undoubtedly the wrong choice.
Murong Ran's hands froze, and a hint of anger flashed in his lowered eyes. When he raised his eyes again, he had returned to his usual smile, "You are too worried. Even if you are from the Su family, I will not harm you."
you."
After saying this, Murong Ran dragged her tired body back to the spot, sat cross-legged, her eyes closed tightly, and her tight hands showed that her mood was not as calm as she appeared.
A trace of ridicule flashed in the eyes of the girl in yellow. What kind of person Murong Ran is? Her aunt had already told her clearly. Even if she was plotted against, she would definitely not be used by her as a leader.
Shows her kindness.
Su Muli looked at the girl in yellow with interest, but quickly turned back his eyes. Dongyue Su family and Xiluo Su family had no relationship.