Chapter 38 The rival eunuch (in)

Sometimes, there is no prize for second place, such as battlefield, such as love!

Win, or die or die!

Ye Wudao idle smoking a cigarette on the rooftop, eyes a little distracted, no sharp and sinister.

Some people say that a person's personality can be judged from the way he smokes, and even his sexual intercourse ability can be known.

Although we can't understand this, Ye Wudao's decadence and bone-eroding elegance at this time can be easily felt. He slowly relished the taste of kissing the girl in front of Leng Yan, which was really full of fragrance. Of course, he was also unwilling to be lonely and covered her chest, but the action was slow and the time was short, and the girl didn't have time to get angry.

After all, virgins have a taste, and every smile has a different kind of scenery.

Of course, beauties like Murong Xuehen and Wu Nuanyue who are budding themselves are even more touching.

Because all their amorous feelings bloom only for you!

After watching Wu Wenyue's performance, a lot of time has passed, and since then, it seems that there has been no such sensation as Murong Xuehen.

Is really boring, Ye Wudao throw away cigarette butts, decided to go to the following, maybe there will be a peach blossom let oneself hit, Ye Wudao explained that the so-called self-reliance is the beauty to find yourself, although the beauty falls from the sky and kills you, it is the most romantic way to die, but the probability is zero.

Walking on the quiet forest path, Ye Wudao's impetuous heart gradually calmed down. Looking at the yellow leaves falling, the fallen leaves returned to the earth, and Ye Wudao had a transcendental feeling of tranquility, distance and indifference.

A calm smile climbed the corner of Ye Wudao's mouth, warm and with a little warmth in autumn.

At this time, a couple of men and women were coming in the distance. Ye Wudao thought that he and Murong Xuehen always liked to step on each other's snow prints hand in hand in winter, and the radian of the corners of his mouth was a little bigger. Compared with the provocative spring implied in the vigorous vitality, the summer in which beautiful women wore the least but the heat was unbearable, and the seemingly bumper harvest predicted the deserted autumn, he preferred the cold and thoroughly clean winter.

But when he saw the person opposite clearly, he couldn't laugh anymore, because one of them was Han Yun, the number one object he would conquer next!

Suddenly Ye Wudao's whole body was stiff and turned into a bitter smile. Ye Wudao told himself that he must keep smiling. When he failed, he could smile and go to the result he didn't want to accept, so that he could stand up again and accept the next victory.

But he found it really difficult to do so, and the bitterness in his heart made him feel powerless.

The man is tall and handsome, and he is bookish and makes people feel ashamed. Even the smile seems to contain the taste of elegance. What is even more frustrating for Ye Wudao is that the mature temperament of that elegant man is impossible for him to have when he is only fifteen years old-no matter how outstanding and superior he is among his peers, some experiences cannot be possessed in advance!

Han Yun, with his head down, obviously hasn't found the opposite Ye Wudao. I don't know why the ruddy face is a little pale. Originally, Linghui's eyes have lost their former glory, but Ye Wudao, whose head is blank, can't pay attention to these details at all.

Sometimes, it's not just people who pass you by, but also love.

In this way, Ye Wudao, who looked up proudly at last, and Han Yun, who bowed his head and didn't know what was going on, passed by.

When Han Yun walked by, Ye Wudao stood still, floated a self-deprecating wry smile, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After opening his eyes, the pain was obviously reduced and he strode forward.

Han Yun suddenly remembered something or felt the breath of Ye Wudao. Suddenly she looked back, only to see the figure with a little loneliness and a little scar. Her heart tightened and she felt as if she had lost something. The inner pain became more and more obvious, devouring her heart like a wave.

"Ling Feng, I've decided!" Han Yun tearfully tried his best to stare at the fading back, firmly saying.

...

Came to an empty place, Ye Wudao suppressed feelings finally broke out, a roar poured out.

"Han Yun, I don't want you to be sad in Ye Wudao! ?"

A man behind Ye Wudao just stood there quietly, looking at Ye Wudao with a straight face and laughing wildly. It is unreasonable for him to be so sad for a woman-except, of course, his sister who lives alone. Men should live an exciting life of "drawing a sword and laughing at the Jianghu, cutting off their heads and drinking enemy blood", while women can only be creatures who occasionally vent their desires.

"Have you figured it out?" Ye Wudao grim way, now he didn't have the pride of the past, but more vicious.

"Yes, I figured it out!" Answer simply, without any unnecessary burden.

"You are not afraid that this is a point of no return? You don't want people to think that I am just a fifteen-year-old child and can't do anything! " Ye Wudao sneered, "If you came to me because I helped you heal your sister's eyes and thanked her, I advise you to go back, because even if you don't beg me, I will try to cure your sister's illness!"

"Some people are born to eat Jianghu and can only eat Jiang Hu's bowl of rice. This was known when I knocked down a junior high school student at the age of six! That time, I poked him in the eye with my hand! "

The fiery eyes and the imposing manner of the teenager made Ye Wudao stir.

"I heard that you can play? Is the biggest dark horse in the underground boxing city of our province, and has the brilliant record of the highest spike rate? I think you didn't kill anyone that day because you were afraid your sister would be sad. Are you interested in playing? "

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Two people tandem to the playground, followed by Ye Wudao's young Xiao Pojun face no arrogance, just strange, strange in front of the monster monster than himself, strange that he has experienced so many practical experience of life and death test ...

"There is a dance in our school tonight, but it's a pity that your sister needs treatment, otherwise the excitement will still make her happy, but it doesn't matter. When her eyes get better, I'll show her all the scenery in the world!" Ye Wudao is in a good mood now.

Xiao Pojun nodded, few words, but very grateful.

Besides myself, the person who is really kind to my sister in this world is the person in front.

As long as you are good to your sister, you are good to Xiao Pojun!

This is his life belief! Even if that person is trying to use him!

"It's good that my sister doesn't come to the dance today, because there may be some blood." Ye Wudao laughed, but the smile was creepy. "I want you to do something for me, if I don't want to do it myself!"

"No problem!" Xiao Pojun light way.

It is because of his use value that he will stay with him. Xiao Pojun knows this very well, without any complaints. The value of being used is not rubbish mediocrity!

And he is sure that his value will be reflected to the greatest extent around Ye Wudao!

Two people came to the top floor of an experimental building.

"Want to go to school? I can send you to Pearl College! " Ye Wudao prone on the railing looking at the following people mountain people sea of humanity.

"No need!" Although Xiao Pojun is a little envious of those who can go to school, he never yearns for it. As he said, his life is doomed to be bloody.

"I'm sure I'll let everyone have a ball that they'll never forget tonight!" Ye Wudao threw Xiao Pojun a cigarette and said, "Especially Zheng Yan!"