After wearing the book, I was taken away by the little junior brother Bai Qihei

Chapter 322 Duel Arena 1
Wantong stared at Yeling Su's back for a while.

He hesitated and didn't step forward.

However, he was really curious about Qiao Xiaoxiao's pedestrians.

In fact, he was also idle.

So, I just walked behind a few people all the way.

Qing Linuo: "Xiaoxiao, that person has been following us, is it alright?"

Qiao Xiaoxiao looked back.

Coincidentally, they met Wantong's eyes.

Wantong's eyes lit up, and he immediately gave a dog-legged smile.

Qiao Xiaoxiao was too familiar with this kind of smile.

This Wantong winked a little, thinking that it is still possible to eat here in Wuying Mountain.

They arrived here for the first time, wondering if there would be any tricks in the duel arena.

After thinking for a while, Qiao Xiaoxiao smiled at Wen Ren and tickled her fingers.

"Ask him, eight taels of silver oh no, it's five taels"

"Five taels of silver let him talk about the details of the duel field, why not?"

"Remember, five taels at most."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of gold pancake from his small pocket in pain.

Look at the people around you.

"Who will break it for me?"

There is no way, there are big tickets on him.

Wen Ren laughed so hard that he almost got hurt internally.

When he finally sorted out his expression, he quickly shook his head and said, "Junior Sister Xiao, I'm out for five taels."

However, as soon as the words fell, Wantong who was not far away suddenly hugged a calf and jumped up and down.

Staring, looking left and right.

"Who? Who beat Lao Tzu?"

"Wantong, don't you pick up money? Are you prosperous?"

"If you don't pick it up, I will pick it up."

Under the scorching sun, a silver bead the size of a fingernail shone on the ground.

Wantong rushed over at once.

The thin body firmly suppressed the silver beads.

I thought: Could it be that the one I suffered just now was hit by this silver bead.

A light suddenly flashed in his mind.

Wan Tongfu raised his eyes like a soul, and looked in the direction of Yeling Su and the others.

Sure enough, the young girl with extraordinary temperament was looking at herself with complicated eyes.

Wantong grinned.

He jumped up, patted the ashes off his body, and went up happily.

"My lord, is Miss the silver pearl you dropped?"

Qiao Xiaoxiao glanced at the perfectly polished silver beads.

From a certain corner of my mind, a certain sunset was pulled out.

The scene of being "struck" by brother Su in the red fruit forest.

"Cough cough."

Forget the past.

Not to mention.

Yeling Su casually dropped a small bag.

Small, about the size of a woman's purse.

However, it is also stuffed.

Wantong suppressed the excitement in his heart, and didn't open it immediately.

Instead, he looked at Ye Lingsu with scorching eyes, and said, "My lord, can I tell you something about the dueling arena?"

Wen Ren rolled his eyes with a smile.

Now it's the right time.

Yeling Su said 'hmm' in a neither salty nor light way.

Holding the little girl's hand, continue to walk deep into Fangshi.

Wantong is just around the corner, and Balabala is eloquent.

All the way to the gate of the arena.

Wantong swears to God.

"My lord, the younger one is a familiar face. It's really a discount for bringing someone here."

Wen Ren leaned forward, patted his left shoulder, and signaled him to come with him.

Seeing that Yeling Su didn't speak, Wantong followed Wen Ren.

Not long after, a group of people entered the arena.

Walking along the dark underground stone steps took about a cup of tea.

There was a burst of excited shouts in my ears.

After a while, his vision gradually brightened.

The sound in the ear is getting louder and louder.

So much so that Qiao Xiaoxiao needed to shout to communicate with Ye Lingsu.

The boy tightened the little girl's hand.

(End of this chapter)