Chapter 317: The cry of ‘ant’

"Hmph, I've been waiting for you for a long time, Third Young Master." On the way, Lou Xiaoxiao, who was still restless, found unparalleled confidence in the victory of Ye Chaixun and Lou Qianxue.
"At that day, in the county guard's mansion, it was obviously the fault of the subordinates, but you said that although my name is Lou, in your eyes, I am like an ant, so no matter what you do with him, I deserve to bear it, but today- Third son, I want to tell you that I am not an ant."
Lou Xiaoxiao flew up and landed steadily on the Wushu platform.
Today, she is wearing a red dress, long black hair, a heroic high ponytail, and her hair ends down to her hips. Her figure is concave and convex, and her whole body is exuding a special charm that is heroic and feminine. , Closely attracting everyone's attention.
Even the third son, at this time, can't be ignorant of his conscience and call out a "hillie".
Because on her beautiful face, the expression is very serious and solemn, and the persistence in her beautiful eyes makes everyone afraid to laugh at her.
She had a firm tone and repeated it again: "I am Lou Xiaoxiao, not an ant."
Everyone in the room was shocked to lose their words in an instant.
In the audience, looking at the dazzling Lou Xiaoxiao, the corner of Lou Qianxue's mouth was slightly hooked, and a smile slowly appeared on her delicate face.
"Sister Xiaoxiao... is different from before."
Lou Xiaoxiao used to speak of loyalty and arrogance, but he did not have the courage of today.
Lou Xiaoxiao in the past, like everyone else now, made a fuss at every turn.
But now she is becoming more and more calm, more and more sharp, more and more people want to trust.
Lou Qianxue was very happy to see Lou Xiaoxiao like this.
The third son returned to his senses, thinking that he was shocked by a'hillie', his face was instantly hard to look, and he snorted coldly: "hillie, I tell you, ants are ants, and they can never become giants! Today, I will teach you. Recognizing reality will make you completely cut off the arrogant idea of ​​trying to compare with this son."
As he said, he narrowed his eyes and clenched the poisonous dragon sword.
Lou Xiaoxiao also drew out the long sword and stood on guard.
Between the two, the atmosphere was on the verge of breaking out.
At this moment...
"Sister Xiaoxiao."
A cold and pleasant voice suddenly sounded.
"Qianxue?"
Lou Xiaoxiao looked sideways and looked at Lou Qianxue below the stage.
Lou Qianxue got up and threw out the ice sword in his hand: "Next."
Lou Xiaoxiao was stunned, with a big smile on his face. With a graceful jump, he caught the Frost Sword: "Unexpectedly, one day, I will be able to use the spirit weapon."
"Cut...hillie!" The third son looked at her with contempt.
Lou Qianxue and Lou Xiaoxiao ignored him.
"Sister Xiaoxiao, the cold ice sword was given by Young Master An to win me over, but I feel that you need it more than I do, and it is more suitable for it. Therefore, today, I give it to you. I hope you can achieve what you want. willing."
"An Shaoning?" Lou Xiaoxiao shook the ice sword and nodded to Lou Qianxue: "Qianxue, thank you very much."
After that, she became more confident and calm.
锃!
Lou Xiaoxiao drew out the Ice Sword, and his whole body momentum instantly increased several times.
The third son gritted his teeth and glared at her angrily: "But a Tier 2 spiritual tool, broken copper and scrap iron, is like a baby! It's ridiculous, you think you can defeat me with a handful of broken bronze iron. Lou Xiaoxiao, let me tell you, you dream!"
"Is it a dream? Try it." Lou Xiaoxiao raised the ice sword, pointed it at the third son, and said with a warrior: "Come on."