My Demon Queen

Chapter 293 Top 6 27

The referee looked down at the list in his hand, and his expression, which was originally as calm as a rock, suddenly became extremely surprised. His eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly, as if he had seen something incredible.

The voice that was about to announce the name also stopped abruptly at this moment, as if an invisible hand had tightly grasped the throat, and no sound could be uttered.

Everyone was confused and they looked at each other, then turned their gazes to the referee in the middle of the field with puzzled expressions.

The audience in the stands were whispering to each other, and the discussions were like the buzzing of bees.

"What's going on?" An old man in coarse clothes frowned and asked the people around him with a puzzled look on his face.

A young man next to him shook his head and said, "I don't know. I've never seen such a situation."

Everyone was guessing what had happened.

The contestants in the rest area also sat up straight, with curiosity and exploration in their eyes.

Some of them leaned forward slightly, as if trying to see more clearly.

Some talked in low voices, wondering what would happen next.

Xiaorou stood aside, also full of doubts. She was wearing a light blue dress, which was as soft as lake water, fluttering gently in the breeze.

She has a graceful figure, like a weeping willow in spring, slender and soft.

Her long hair fell on her shoulders like a waterfall, each strand gleaming with a black luster.

On her delicate face, a pair of big eyes were full of confusion at the moment, like two clear lakes shrouded by a thin layer of mist.

Xiaorou has watched so many exciting competitions and her heart is already full of anticipation.

She imagined herself in the arena, eager to prove herself with her own strength.

It was finally my turn to go on stage, but I didn't even know who my opponent was.

For a moment, she stood there, hesitant, not knowing whether she should go on stage.

Her fingers gently stroked the hilt of the sword, her heart full of contradictions.

Mo Ruxue stood quietly behind Xiaorou. She was like an ice lotus blooming on a snowy mountain, noble and cold.

Mo Ruxue's brows, which were like distant mountains, were slightly frowned, like two crescent moons being gently wrinkled.

There was a hint of hostility in her beautiful eyes as she looked straight in the direction of Bai Feiyu.

Her eyes were like a sharp sword, flashing with a cold light and full of questioning meaning, as if to say: "What on earth is going on? As the organizer, how could such a mistake occur?"

Bai Feiyu felt Mo Ruxue's unfriendly look and his heart tightened.

He shook his head helplessly, a bitter smile on his face.

As the organizer, he did not expect such a situation to occur.

His gaze turned to a disciple behind Xiao Lin, his eyes full of expectation, hoping to get some answers from him.

Ye An stood not far away, also looking at the referee in the center of the venue.

His deep eyes sparkled with thought, like the twinkling stars in the night sky.

Ye An thought to himself that there were only three people including him who had not appeared yet, and the identity of Xiao Rou's opponent was unknown.

What if I am Xiaorou's opponent? Should I recognize Xiaorou?

This question kept circling in his mind, causing him to fall into deep entanglement.

Ye An's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and he began to analyze his own strength.

If I don’t recognize Xiaorou, can I defeat Xiaorou without using the formation?

Moreover, Xiao Rou had been taught how to hide her cards by Mo Qingcheng, Mu Wushuang, Mo Ruxue and herself, the "Sixth Old Man", so her strength must not be underestimated.

Can he really beat Xiao Rou? Ye An looked at the referee in the middle of the field with a worried look on his face, thinking to himself: "Damn, can't you just read it out? Who are you trying to drive crazy?"

Mo Qingcheng stood aside, looking at Ye An's bitter and resentful expression, and she already knew what he was worried about.

A smile of success appeared on her face, and that smile was as bright and beautiful as a flower blooming in spring.

But soon, Mo Qingcheng returned to normal. A cunning look flashed in her eyes, as if she was planning something.

Bai Feiyu soon learned the reason from the disciple.

It turned out that the duel between Su Su and Princess Changle was not supposed to appear in the final 16. But now that the winner has been decided, it should be included in the final 16, except that Xiaorou should compete with the winner.

After listening to the concerns of his subordinates, Bai Feiyu felt helpless and angry.

He secretly sighed in his heart that Mo Ruxue left a very bad impression on these people.

Just when Bai Feiyu was about to let them keep everything as usual, he suddenly felt that their concerns were not unfounded.

He knew Mo Ruxue's personality best.

If Xiaorou really lost the competition and the three-eyed wolf failed to give it to her as promised, she might really get furious.

For a moment, Bai Feiyu became a little hesitant.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the spectators in the stands and the contestants in the rest area were getting a little impatient.

The audience began to make noise, their voices rising and falling like waves.

Someone complained: "What's going on? Why hasn't it started yet?"

A burly man waved his fist and shouted, "I've been waiting for so long that the flowers are all withered!"

Some people speculated: "Did something go wrong?" Some people even began to question the fairness of the conference.

Xiaorou looked at the audience around her and heard someone saying something like "Is the demon clan going to take the back door?"

Her expression changed slightly, and anger surged in her heart.

A blush appeared on her fair face, like the sunset in the sky.

What Xiaorou can't tolerate the most is others slandering the demon clan, especially slandering Mo Ruxue and Mo Qingcheng, whom she respects.

Xiaorou looked back at Mo Ruxue and found that Mo Ruxue didn't care about these voices at all. Her eyes were still cold, and she only cared about why she had no opponent.

But Xiaorou cared a lot about these voices, especially those that said bad things about Mo Ruxue and Mo Qingcheng in a very low voice. Xiaorou couldn't tolerate it at all.

A hint of determination flashed in her eyes, and she secretly decided in her heart that she must use her own strength to prove the dignity of the demon clan and make those people shut up.

Xiaorou's eyes flashed, and her light blue dress fluttered gently in the breeze, like a flower about to bloom.

The edges of the clothes gleamed with a faint light, like morning dewdrops sparkling in the sun.

Xiaorou immediately stood up, her movements light and graceful, like a dancing butterfly.

She stood on tiptoe slightly, and her body slowly floated up like a light feather.

Xiaorou leaped and glided to the competition venue.

She walked lightly to the referee, and her light blue figure attracted everyone's attention.

The referee also looked at Xiao Rou in confusion. He had been looking at Bai Feiyu for help, but he didn't expect Xiao Rou to come here. The referee showed a hint of surprise on his face. He looked at Xiao Rou, not knowing what to say.

His mouth was slightly open and his eyes were full of confusion.

Xiaorou came to the referee, held the sword with both hands, and bowed slightly.

Her movements were graceful and dignified, showing her good upbringing and demeanor.

Xiaorou said with a firm look: "Demon Clan, Mo Xiaorou, please ask the other party to show up."