The clear and lilac eyes were seductive, and the silver threads flowing like waterfall made her look a little more clear. The purple robe looked mysterious and so tempting, carrying a dust-free way like a fireworks in the world, but also had a breathtaking power, which made people fall into deep inadvertently.

The mirror fan raised his head, yes, just now, she fell down and the ball passed by her.

There was no expression floating in Jingfan's eyes. After a while of silence, she tried hard to lift her up from the ground and sat on the ground.

"It seems that I can't fight anymore. Samurai Nanjiro, you won..." Mianfan narrowed his eyes and looked at the sun in the sky with a smile. Yes, I lost, but this is natural. I will strengthen my exercise in the future.

The mirror fan was a little embarrassed, but it was still beautiful. She smiled lightly, "Uncle Nanjiro, you have not used all your strength."

Minamijiro shrugged and patted the racket, "So too!"

Jingfan raised a smile on the corner of his mouth, nodded gently, and then stood up with the help of Feng Yesaki and left quietly.

There was no result in this game. It seemed that Echizen Nanjiro won, but if her physical strength allowed, she might be the one who won!

Ekimaemi Nanjiro raised an unknown smile on his lips, and then left the temple in a casual manner.

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Unexpectedly, it was so easy to lose. Jingfan was a little unwilling to accept it. Although he often lost when he was first learning tennis, it is different now. Now his soul is a strong man, and he lost to someone, but he was very shocked.

Feng Yesaki helped Jingfan walk towards the car, and it was obvious that Jingfan had no strength anymore.

Feng Ye looked at the somewhat depressed expression of the look glass fan with some concern, then thought of something and smiled softly, "It's okay, fan, there is a saying in the underworld: Victory and defeat are common in military affairs! Just work hard!"

A few black lines slid from behind the mirror fan's head. It seemed like an old saying in ancient China, when did you become your underworld...

Well—

"Thank you, Saki!" Jingfan gave her a reassuring smile and nodded.

"Okay, let's go!" Feng Ye shouted spiritually and entered the car with a smile.

Jingfan also followed Feng Ye into the car, but an inexplicable feeling emerged in his heart... It seemed that someone was staring at us, Jingfan looked back, and the vicious gaze quickly hid.

No one...

Well—it's an illusion—

Jing Fan curled his lips and smiled helplessly. He became a little nervous, really!

The car quickly drove into the distance...

Behind the tree... a ruthless look flashed slightly.

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Chapter completed!