The black belly is too fierce

Chapter 57

Everyone was shocked when they saw this scene.

Su Moliang hasn't started yet, why did Nan Jinghuan fall by himself?

Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief, wanting to take a closer look at what was going on, but before they could find the clue, Nan Jinghuan, who quickly got up, was hit by a force out of thin air again.

Nan Jinghuan didn't know what was going on. He only felt that an invisible fist was hitting him in the air, and he was punched several times in the face, causing him to grin in pain.

Everyone initially thought that Nan Jinghuan was pretending, but after seeing the blue and purple scars on his face, they were all dumbfounded.

This is clearly a sign of being beaten, not like acting.

Nan Jinghuan was shocked and depressed, and it was okay to hit him, why was he always slapped in the face.

"Who! Who the hell is it! Stand up for this king!" Nan Jinghuan yelled unbearably after being beaten up.

He was angry, but also a little scared.

Under his nose, someone who can harass him like this is afraid that his strength is not low.

You know, this is the first time he has seen this kind of skill of hitting people from the air. This person has a lot of background.

Su Moliang was also surprised. She watched Nan Jinghuan fall to and fro in front of her. After a while, her nose was bruised and her face was bruised.

But no one on the stage did anything, and Nan Jinghuan seemed to be an evil spirit, which was unbelievable.

Confused, Su Moliang pondered for a moment, suddenly thought of something, and then quickly raised his eyes to look at Nan Qingjue in the audience.

At this time, Nan Qingjue was still expressionless, as cold as frost, but those radiant eyes just happened to meet Su Moliang's line of sight, and the dark and gloomy eyes suddenly made Su Moliang's heart linger, and he suddenly realized.

Sure enough it was him!

This man always acted so calmly, it was really insidious and dark.

But Nan Jinghuan had no grievances with him, so why did he do it?

Is it because she was beaten by Nam Kyung Hwan, so she was avenging her?

Impossible, how could a cold-blooded and black-bellied person like Nan Qingjue be so kind.

Thinking about it, Su Moliang immediately rejected his inner guess, turned to look at Nan Jinghuan who was rolling all over the floor, and the corners of his lips climbed up to a smile.

Facing a series of attacks, Nan Jinghuan was actually powerless to resist, and he didn't even know who the opponent was.

It was probably the most humiliating time in his life.

Think about it and feel relieved.

The dean in the audience watched Nan Jinghuan suffer this kind of crime for no reason. He frowned anxiously, stood up slowly, looked around vigilantly, and said with great respect, "I don't know who it is. Experts come to my Nanxing College, and I hope they can raise their hands, and I thank you here."

As he said that, the dean actually bowed respectfully, and the audience was shocked.

Even the dean can't figure out the strength, how strong is this person?

But the dean's words had no effect, and Nan Jinghuan was still beaten to death.

Obviously, this expert did not buy the dean's account.

Seeing this, Su Moliang didn't want the situation to be serious, and then looked at Nan Qingjue again and shook his head slightly.

Nan Qingjue stared at her faintly, and after receiving her signal, he stopped attacking.

The relieved Nan Jinghuan slumped to the ground in an instant, gasping for breath, and the wound was sore that he could not help grinning.

If it was a normal beating, Nan Jinghuan could still bear it, but this man's attack was so sharp that he wanted to scrape it with a knife, it was really sharp.

Even he couldn't help it.

When the dean saw that Nan Jinghuan was saved, he breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately announced loudly, "Su Moliang wins this spiritual competition!"

Instructor Lei from the elite class heard the result and immediately jumped up eight highs: "No, it doesn't count! This game doesn't count, someone made trouble just now, no matter how the prince is said to be a high-level earth spiritist, Su Moliang is definitely not him. How can she be considered a winner?"

Just now everyone saw it clearly, Su Moliang's spiritual power really couldn't catch up with Nan Jinghuan, and hurt Nan Jinghuan, it was also her opportunistic, not her real strength.

It was not Su Moliang's fault that Nan Jinghuan was injured suddenly.

If this is the case, even if Su Moliang wins, I am afraid that many people on the field will not be convinced.

Hearing the words, the dean also thought it was reasonable, but both of them were seriously injured, should they continue to compete?

It seems a little unfair.

"Su Moliang, you're not as good as others, so hurry up and admit defeat. You know in your own heart that if you really want to compete, you won't be a match for His Royal Highness." Teacher Lei saw that the dean was hesitant, and he couldn't help but move towards Su Moliang. shouted loudly.

Although this is not pleasing to the ears, it is also a fact, and Su Moliang has no way to deny it.

If she really wanted to talk about spiritual power, she would have been beaten down by Nan Jinghuan long ago.

Forget it, for the sake of Nan Jinghuan's bruised nose and swollen face, she should take a step back and see the sky.

"Okay, I'll admit defeat, Nan Jinghuan, you won." Su Moliang glanced at him, her tone a little indifferent, as if she didn't take the game to heart.

When Nan Jinghuan heard this, he felt even more ashamed.

Su Moliang's move seemed to give him No.1 alms, making him feel like a stick in his throat!

Seeing that the spiritual power competition has been decided, everyone's hearts hanging in their throats fell back.

Su Moliang was injured and it was inconvenient to stay for a long time, so he quickly stepped off the stage and walked outside the arena.

At this time, Mo Haoge also followed him out of the auditorium and followed him forward. He was about to reach out to support Su Moliang when he heard a sudden cold voice behind him.

"This king's concubine, Mo Gongzi doesn't have to worry about it."

When the words fell, Nan Qingjue sat on his shoulders and walked to Su Moliang's side. He didn't allow the latter to react at all. He reached out and grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms with force.

Domineering and strong, he did not give Mo Haoge a chance to be courteous at all. Even Su Moliang himself was firmly imprisoned, and there was no room for resistance.

When Mo Haoge saw this, Jun's face darkened instantly.

For some reason, Mo Haoge always felt that the Ninth Prince in front of him was a character even more difficult to deal with than the Crown Prince.

He is obviously a lame man, but the aura around his body is not like that of an ordinary person.

Mo Haoge couldn't tell what was unusual, he could only watch Nan Qingjue hug Su Moliang and leave the arena.

Su Moliang was held in his arms and struggled several times, but he squeezed him even tighter. He couldn't hold back the fire, and shouted: "Nan Qingjue, what are you doing!"

Along the way, the extremely ambiguous behavior of the two has attracted the attention of many people, and some people even stopped to watch in surprise.

It seems that the two people who hug each other tightly are regarded as rare animals.

Although Su Moliang wasn't as pedantic as the ancients, he was a girl's family after all.

However, Nan Qingjue was too thick-skinned, and did not feel that he had caused a bad influence on the people, and still held her in his arms as he went his own way.

"Nan Qingjue, I'll say it again, let me go!" Su Moliang was like a kitten waving its paws, ready to scratch anyone at any time.

"If you move again, your hand will be useless." Nan Qingjue looked down at her arm that had been stabbed several times, frowning slightly, looking a little unhappy.

After Su Moliang heard the words, she stopped. Looking at her bloody wound, she suddenly remembered the scene where he abused Nan Jinghuan, and asked the doubts in her heart: "Why did you take action today?"

"You're injured." Nan Qingjue's answer couldn't be simpler.

Su Moliang was shocked and couldn't tell the taste: "Since it's because of me, why didn't you help me at the beginning, I won't suffer so many swords."

"You need to exercise." Nan Qingjue's icy voice could not hear any emotion, but it was like the spring breeze in March that warmed Su Mo's cold heart.

(End of this chapter)