It was unknown whether Yun Chujiu was really muddle-headed or just pretending to be muddle-headed. In short, she kept urging Gouwei Bacao to eat more.
Gouwei Bacao felt bitter in her heart, but she was afraid of being exposed, so she could only bite the bullet.
The next day, the three-year competition continued.
Qian Yan looked at the bulletin board and said to Yun Chujiu with a sad face,
“Junior Sister Yun, I told you that you can’t always fight without a fight, right? Sigh, my opponent in this round is Luo Chao. He is an old disciple who has been in the sect for five years. His cultivation level is two levels higher than mine. I will definitely lose!”
Yun chujiu could not say anything. After all, she could not go up on stage to help Qian Yan beat someone up. She could only say dryly, “You have to believe in yourself. After all, a fool has dumb luck.”
Qian Yan:”...”
Why did he feel that instead of being comforted, he had suffered a blow?