Evil God, Love Me Tender

In this battle, Jun Qiyan had gone all out with her full strength.

Fu Zihan used his arms to prop himself up with great difficulty, only after a long time did he finally get up from the ground.

"First-year Yin Muju wins!"

The referee was stunned for a moment before speaking. It was evident that even he did not expect that the final victor of this seemingly one-sided massacre would actually be Yin Muju.

Fu Zihan glared fiercely at Jun Qiyan. How was this possible? He actually said he lost to that freshman!

The more Fu Zihan thought about it, the more resentful he became. A vicious thought rose in his mind.

Fu Zihan took advantage of Jun Qiyan's inattentiveness to condense a water ball in his hand. Then, he took advantage of Jun Qiyan's inattentiveness to launch a sneak attack.

In the dark, Jing Ji Bai soon noticed Fu Zihan's movements. His finger moved slightly and stopped Fu Zihan's magic.

He even shouted, "Are you that shameless? How can you have the nerve to put on a scene like this! "

As soon as the words left his mouth, Jun Qiyan noticed Fu Zihan's movements.

A trace of coldness flashed through Jun Qiyan's eyes. She hid her hands behind her back and nimbly made a decision, then pointed at her senior.

"I didn't …" Before Fu Zihan could finish his words, his eyes suddenly darkened as he uncontrollably picked up his clothes with both hands.

Ah!" "Scoundrel!" The shrieks of the female students filled the entire arena. Upon closer inspection, there was another male student. Their voices were even louder than the people who were quarrelling, and they were staring at the female students beside them with their mouths agape.

When he looked at Fu Zihan again, his pants had already fallen to the ground.

With a 'crackle' sound, Fu Zihan's shirt also burst apart. His body was now completely bald, and only his vital spots were covered. However, Fu Zihan still had no intention of stopping.

"Crap, I'm still not proficient enough. I've overused myself." Jun Qianyan said in a low voice as she stifled her laughter.

Just when everyone was at a loss as to what to do, Jun Qiyan hummed a small tune and swaggered down from the stage.

Feng Chenlang and the rest also left the arena.

Within the bedroom.

"Ai!" Jun Qiyan looked at the stack of envelopes on the table and sighed.

Hearing this sigh, Di Mo Jiu couldn't help but frown. Ever since she returned from the competition, she had been holding so many envelopes and sighing repeatedly. Only the heavens knew how many times she had sighed!

Di Mo Jiu walked to the table, picked up a love letter and read it out loud, "After today's battle, my love for you is like the river flowing, endless..."

Before he could finish reading the letter, Di Mo Jiu had already placed the letter on the table and looked at Jun Qianyan, who was looking at him with a big smile on her face.

She had purposely sighed, wanting to attract Di Mo Jiu to read these letters.

"Look, even if I have short sleeves, there will still be people chasing me!" Jun Qiyan laid on the letter as he raised his eyebrows at Di Mo Jiu. "Look, there's so many —"

After Jun Qiyan finished speaking, he even made some very smug gestures.

Di Mo Jiu took a quick glance, his originally ugly face suddenly turned even darker.

Those envelopes could not help but contain countless little chicks, and even more of them were little chicks …

"Sigh!" Who would have thought that after that battle, so many little beauties would look up to me — "As he spoke, Jun Qiyan leaned forward even more. Her wretched appearance was on the verge of rolling over in the group of letters.

Jun Qiyan was bragging, showing off in plain sight!

Di Mo Jiu looked at her, his long and narrow eyes narrowing. He grabbed Jun Qiyan and pushed her back into the chair. Then he opened his arms, waved his hands, and took all the letters from the table into his arms, walking towards the door.

Jun Qianyan immediately stood up and grabbed his sleeve, looking at him in shock and fear, "What are you doing?! What are you going to do with my letter? "

Di Mo Jiu looked at her coldly, his thin lips slightly parted, "Heat it up."

When Jun Qianyan heard this, she hurriedly stretched out her hand to snatch the letter from Di Mo Jiu's bosom, "No! This was given to me by my little chick! This is what they want! "

However, Jun Qiyan was nowhere as tall as Di Mo Jiu, and his strength was not even as strong as his. Di Mo Jiu managed to avoid the attacks a few times, but finally came across a corner, and because of the lack of strength, he wasn't able to snatch it back.

"Why are you snatching my love letter!" Unable to snatch it from Di Mo Jiu, Jun Qianyan was slightly anxious. He simply clutched his waist and asked Di Mo Jiu.

Di Mo Jiu maintained his cold expression, "It will affect your training."

"What crappy reason!" I'm afraid you're jealous! "You're too narrow-minded!"

As soon as Jun Qianyan spoke these words, Di Mo Jiu's body couldn't help but freeze. Jealousy …

Di Mo Jiu touched his heart and felt an unknown feeling.

Jun Qiyan pursed her lips and continued, "Jealous that I have a little girl chick, you don't!"

Di Mo could only feel black lines appearing on his forehead. He sighed, then continued walking out while carrying the letter.

"Di Mo Jiu, don't burn their hearts!" Jun Qianyan kept complaining.

What was written in these letters that she had not yet read!