290 people have bad luck

However, it was only a mutter, and there was no movement.

She smiled gratefully at Duan Yuzhou.

Duan Yuzhou squeezed his lips and repeatedly wanted to say something, but never said anything.

The first round of incense discrimination has come to an end. After cruel elimination, only 15 people have been promoted to the second round, of which 10 people are in Xueling.

People who have watched countless incense fighting conferences have vowed that this competition is the most wonderful one he has ever seen. It can be said that it is full of dangers, waves, clouds and fog, and swirling.

However, this is only the first round.

He heard that "Beijing Caiyun" opened a column for the Fighting Fragrance Conference, so he decided to contribute, then sign his own name, and bring it back to show people in the future, which is even more beautiful.

Therefore, when the master of ceremonies announced the end of the first round of the competition and the second round was held on time tomorrow, a series of words such as Luo Yun, Tianxianglou, Tianxia Liren, Douxiang Conference and so on were spread by people.

Duan Yuzhou squeezed out of the crowd and walked to Luo Wener, who was gripped desperately by Wanying. He was a little shy but also said proudly, "So your name is Luo Yun."

After a pause, he smiled and said, "The dumplings in Tianxianglou are delicious."

He paused again and smiled: "I should have invited you to dinner and compete, but you are a woman, and you are the shopkeeper of Tianxiang Building..."

In this way, there is some incoherence.

Wanying collected her excitement, pulled down her face, looked at him, and then led Luo Wener to the carriage waiting outside the field.

"Hey..."

What Duan Yuzhou was going to say, but he didn't know how to say it. In such a hurry, he left again. He couldn't figure out where to start, so he followed all the way and kept "hey".

"Hey..."

A little eunuch suddenly stopped in front of him, with a face of an elf and a pair of small eyes purring, as if it was a ghost idea.

He stopped, looked at the distant figure anxiously, and said angrily, "Why?"

"The king has ordered that all non-national participants should rush back to the post hall as soon as the event is over, otherwise your country will not be responsible for your safety!"

Duan Yuzhou stared at him contemptuously and was ready to continue chasing him.

"Ouch..."

I got hit on the back of the head.

Duan Yuzhou turned around... Everyone was busy. Besides, he came alone to participate in the competition, as if no one made fun of him.

doesn't take it seriously.

However, as soon as he turned around, someone shouted, "It's on fire!"

It was indeed the smell of burning clothes. When he was waiting to look for it, someone rushed up, kicked him to the ground, and slapped him desperately with something.

It turned out that the hem behind his robe was on fire.

The little eunuch has been standing aside with Fuchen in his arms and said helplessly, "Is our family right? This is to suffer losses if you don't listen to the old man's words. Come on, why don't you take this gentleman back to the post hall?"

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When Luo Wen'er's carriage entered Lv Shun Street, someone shouted, "I'm back, I'm back!"

Then there is a firecracker masterpiece.

Wanying jumped out of the car angrily: "What are you doing? This smell will spoil the girl's nose!"

Luo Wener suddenly found that her nose is now the object of national protection.

Some people over there regret it: "Oh, I forgot! Shopkeeper, don't come here first. Let's talk about it when the firecrackers are finished!"

The firecrackers were set off for a quarter of an hour, and then several people rushed out of the Tianxiang Tower, holding fans or books, desperately trying to take away the smoke fans that filled the streets and alleys.

"How can it be so delicate?"

As soon as Luo Wener said something, she was wrapped in her head by Wanying, and she brought her into the building like a loyal guide dog.

In the building, there is a volunteer free storybook about the incense fighting conference that just took place in Chengyang Square.

"... By the way, the shopkeeper's eyes stared like copper bells, which scared the six judges trembling. How dare they say half a word?"

Luo Wener couldn't help touching her eyes. How did she seem to be forced to seize? She is a man of justice, justice!

However, the news here is really fast. She rushed back at once, but the story has been made up.

Zhao Yi poured her a cup of tea: "Shopkeeper, you don't know that before the game starts, we have sent someone to guard it and deliver the news every quarter of an hour. I heard that those guys are embarrassing you, so we are going to take a frying pan to beat them!"

Luo Wener reluctantly swallowed the tea and said seriously, "You can't be impulsive. In case you do it, it will be unreasonable."

Zhao Yi nodded quickly: "We know that the shopkeeper is right. Those people are all shaking trees, and they can't measure their ability!"

Wanying was in an irritable mood, regardless of Luo Wen'er's s mouthful of water and helped her up: "The girl has been tired for most of the day. It's time to rest. She has to participate in the competition tomorrow morning."

Luo Wen'er knows what she is bothering.

Hope, either not, or realized, for fear of falling halfway as a result of running.

Just like today, I have failed several times. Without this hope, she may have left the stage, and how can she argue? It's really unreasonable and clever.

It is their hope to save Sanlang, and now it's all in her...

Luo Wener did not break, nor comfort, let alone sigh, and let Wanying help her upstairs, and she was indeed tired.

Not long after recovering from her injury, she stood for more than half a day. Her legs and feet could not support her, and she was faintly painful.

Lying on **, without thinking about anything, he fell into sleep.

When I woke up, it was already dark.

I don't want to know the time, and I don't want to call someone to deliver food.

The building is very quiet. Is it closed normally or did Zhao Yi and others finish work in advance for fear of delaying her rest?

She stayed quietly, and her mind was as calm as the flame in the glazed lamp.

"Due Du Du".

A few soft sounds came from the window.

She hurriedly popped to the window.

It's still just a note that says... I've been looking at you.

The font is elegant.

Below is a line of small words, which are still elegant, but it seems to be a little angry.

Bring back the veil and burn it!

Even if the ancients did not use punctuation marks, she could still see a series of exclamation marks at the end of the sentence.

She couldn't help laughing.

It turned out that he had been looking at her, but she didn't know where he was. It's not that she didn't look for him, but...

Unconsciously, I remembered those eyes again.

is not like a light on her back, but... It seems that no matter where she goes, she will hold her firmly, like the string of a kite.

Even she distinguished incense, refused to leave the field, went to the judging table to argue with others, and finally got into the carriage, and her eyes always stared behind her.

A little cold, but not sharp; a little deep, but not dark.

Absolutely not!

However, who will it be?