"Hey, Paris, you're so funny. We siblings hide in a corner and talk, and they don't take up class resources, right? And it doesn't hinder you, right?"

Because it was in the academy, Ruan Zhaoqing was still restrained and just took out a blunt weapon for competition, rather than a sharp sword that opened its head.

Although she was scolding Paris Jones, she was facing the man who was hidden in the last place and still looked slender and noble, with a stern expression:

"Why, let Paris Jones come and ask for trouble?!"

Ruan Xilan pursed her lips, and her eyes were nervously staring at the two women and three men opposite each other, a little timid and innocent, but she still stood firmly beside her elder sister and did not hide.

Otherwise, wouldn’t the bold words she just made behaved as a joke by the other party?!

What they are telling is the truth. In the future, she will definitely become the most outstanding alchemist in the nine main cities. She Ruan Xilan remembers these bad guys, hum!

Ruan Xilan didn't know that she was petite and soft, with a delicate little face, and her cheeks were bulging with anger. She looked very angry, but she had no lethality. Instead, the cute man who was hiding at the end of the night raised her eyes and looked at her for a few more times.

I can't take my eyes away.

It was like a little cat that was blown toward the owner and showed its fleshy claws proudly.

Yesterday, Paris Jones and Ruan Zhaoqing lost the scene and face in their daily class gestures. When she saw her sword-like movements, she was instinctively scared.

However, losing is not a loser!

Frightened by Ruan Zhaoqing's momentum, Paris Jones's face became even more ugly and glared at Ruan Zhaoqing with hatred and shouted fiercely:

"Bah, don't tell anyone else. Are you going to fight? Come on, who is afraid of whom!"

"Hmph, you, there is no need for my elder sister to take action. She is just a first-level third-level warrior who has just advanced to the level. How can I use my elder sister?

If you really want to make trouble, then pass me first. I, Ruan Shize, fifteen years old, in the early stage of the third-level warrior, please give me advice!"

Ruan Shize blocked the sideways, took the slender sword from his elder sister's hand, and posed a simple sword-flowing starting position, staring at Paris calmly and angrily, and his face was cold.

Originally, the other party was provoking trouble. The three sisters stood at a corner and did not hinder anyone's actions. Even if his young lady had just bragged about calfskin, that was also their own family's business, and she didn't scream loudly, what's wrong with Guan Qing?

In Ruan Shize's straight male cancer eyes, this rogue golden retriever is just looking for a shot online!

Seeing that a fight was about to start, the young man hidden behind finally stepped forward and looked at Ruan Xilan with a smile, but ordered in a deep voice:

"Paris, apologize to Ruan and her younger brother and sister."

"Seventh Master" Paris Jones called out in shock and betrayal, with anger on his face.

"Um?"

But when he saw the man's sinister look, Paris trembled instinctively, bit his lower lip hard and calmed his spirit. He took a deep breath, took a small step forward reluctantly, showed a stiff smirk at Ruan Zhaoqing and the other two, and bowed slightly with anger in the corner of his eyes:

"I'm sorry, it's me wrong, I'm really sorry!"

"Hmph, Miss Jones is so majestic. I can't afford it, I'll lose compensation."

Ruan Zhaoqing spoke in a deep voice at Paris Jones, looked at Connor Miller, felt uneasy, and after slandering, he quickly left the scene with his younger brother and sister.
Chapter completed!