Chapter 99: You're Not Worth Talking To (Three)

  The crowd that was discussing in a low voice saw Long Qingyue walking towards them in a white dress, and they couldn't help but pause. Especially when Wu Jiaojiao saw Long Qingyue, her face turned cold. "Long Qingyue, what are you doing here? We're currently studying tactics on how to stand out among the four countries. You'd better leave quickly and don't disturb us!"

  Long Qingyue ignored her and instead slightly furrowed his brow, his gaze sweeping back and forth across the few people, as if searching for some prey.

  Nangong Yun raised his head and smiled: "Qingyue, you're looking for me?"

  Long Qingyue rolled her eyes, this guy is so narcissistic, with so many people around, how did he know that she was looking for him?

  Shen Ce's eyes flickered slightly as he seemed to intentionally or unintentionally glance at Long Qingyue, with a hint of inquiry in his gaze.

  Long Qingyue finally fixed her gaze on Zuo Wanpeng, and saw that this young man's gaze at her was different from before, with a hint of excitement. Huh, could it be that he was stunned by her last time?

  Da Peng, come over here for a moment. Long Qing Yue's cherry lips lightly opened, her eyes filled with joyful smiles, and her voice was as gentle as the chirping of birds, extremely pleasant to listen to, even carrying a hint of a thrilling feeling.

  Zuo Wanpeng involuntarily shivered and came back to his senses, looking at her with some incredulity. "You're calling me?"

  Long Qingyue smiled and nodded, was there another Da Peng here?

  The maiden's slender figure stood tall, backlit by the light, her black hair fluttering and dancing in the air, her narrow eyes shone like autumn water, her beauty was captivating, as if she were a goddess!

  Zuo Wanpeng was overjoyed in his heart, and hastily stood up with a thud, having long forgotten the last time he was brutally beaten by Long Qingyue.

  It is said that a virtuous and beautiful girl is the ideal match for a gentleman, although Zuo Wanpeng was only 17 years old, what young man doesn't love a beauty?

  What are you looking for me? Zuo Wanpeng had a big smile on his face, his mouth almost split to the back of his head. Only now did he realize that Long Qingyue was really beautiful! She was even more beautiful than his sister Zuo Die'er and Wu Jiujie!

  Long Qingyue reached out to grab his hem, lowered her head and bowed her eyes, as if infinitely shy. You are about to enter the final round of the competition, they specially made some snacks for you, hoping that you can defeat your opponent and get first place.

  Really? Zuo Wanpeng was somewhat excited and delighted, suddenly feeling as if he were floating on air. Where's the snack?

  Long Qingyue's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning as she grabbed his hand and said, "There are too many people here, let's go to the back."

  But it's almost time for the competition!

  Don't worry, it won't be long before I have a loving care package for you. I believe you will do even better in the competition!

  As she watched the figures of Long Qingyue and Zuo Wanpeng disappear before her eyes, Nangong Yun suddenly felt a hollow feeling in her heart, especially when she saw her holding onto Zuo Wanpeng's hand, it was as if there was a sharp knife piercing through her heart.

  Wu Jiao sneered coldly: Third Prince, you're still thinking about her day and night, but she's already fallen in love with someone else! She's just a cheap woman, you've only just divorced her, and she immediately threw herself into another man's arms, shameless!

  Hiss!

  There seemed to be a sharp blade cutting through the air, and Wu Jiaojiao only felt a pain on her face. She stretched out her hand to touch it, and found that blood was flowing out!

  Ah! My face! Wu Jiaojiao was so frightened that she shouted loudly, "Who? Who is ambushing me?"

  She looked around, only to see people around her bowing their heads in busyness, or gathering in threes and fives, discussing in low voices. In the distance, Shen Ce was sitting lazily on a chair, his narrow eyes closed, as if he was conserving energy.