Longma was slightly stunned when he heard this. He shook off Ling and grabbed his sleeve with awkwardness, "No."

"Sure enough... do you really like to fan, right?" Ling smiled perfectly and gently raised her long hair. "If you really like to fan, go chase after it, but it may be a bit difficult with your figure..."

Ling put on a disgusting expression and looked at Longma straight, "You are so short..." After saying that, he also cooperated very well with Longma on the horizontal line. Sure enough, Ling was only a little shorter than Longma.

"I don't care about this." Longma walked in the opposite direction, ignoring the bell at all.

"Okay, okay, you are really willful, let's sit down and talk." Ling smiled and shook the bell on her wrist.

Longma paused his movements, and seemed to be very dissatisfied with Ling's words. He took them out of his pocket and threw them behind him. Ling smiled slightly, unable to see the joy, anger, sorrow and happiness, and easily caught the extremely powerful ball.

"You still need to practice more... Go to the pavilion over there." Ling threw the ball in her hand, and then walked and played as she walked.

A strange light flashed in Longma's geese behind him...

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"You are a substitute, so I'll analyze the form for you." Ling took out a piece of white paper from her pocket and put on her own coat.

"Look, Qingxue's strength is almost equal to the strength of the Ice Emperor. Now Qingxue has won a game, so Qingxue is very likely to win the game against the Ice Emperor. Those who play in the front are all very powerful players, and if you have a chance to play, you will be the last one..."
Chapter completed!