After being exiled, she married a rough man, and the sickly beauty was spoiled

After An Tong's intimidation, no matter how dissatisfied the people in the audience were, they all shut up with embarrassed expressions.

Jiang Huaizhong couldn't beat An Tong, so how could a commoner like them be his opponent?

Although the person ringing the gong had specifically instructed that no one was allowed to throw vegetable leaves or eggs onto the stage, many people still came to the competition this year with bamboo baskets filled with rotten leaves and rotten eggs.

Song Huiling was also extremely angry and felt angry on behalf of Jiang Huaizhong.

Seeing an older woman in front of her carrying a vegetable basket, she secretly reached in and took out two rotten eggs and hid them. She then quietly approached the ring and pretended nothing had happened and threw a rotten egg onto the ring.

In her previous life, she was a professional at throwing sandbags, and there was no one she couldn't hit.

Soon, the egg hit An Tong's face.

With a crisp cracking sound, the egg had gone rotten, and the gray-green egg liquid with a rancid smell quickly spread over his face, even one of his eyes was soaked in the disgusting egg liquid.

"Who is it!" An Tong wiped off the sticky egg liquid on his face and glared at the audience, scanning them viciously.

This glance directly met Song Huiling's face, which had not had time to hide its guilt after doing something bad.

An Tong's dark brown eyes immediately revealed a fierce light.

Song Huiling immediately straightened his back and glanced at the crowd, looking righteous: "Who is it? Who dares to throw rotten eggs at our hero An? If you are jealous of his skills, just stand up and challenge him face to face. What's the point of playing tricks behind his back!"

The fierce look in An Tong's eyes disappeared immediately, thinking that this little girl had good taste.

A few people around saw Song Huiling throwing eggs, and immediately pretended not to know anything and turned their heads away.

"Bah! You despicable villain, don't let me catch you!" An Tong cursed and wiped his face with his hand, then turned around and was about to leave.

Song Huiling took out another rotten egg from his sleeve pocket and smashed it onto the back of An Tong's head quickly and accurately.

"Who is it?" An Tong turned around again, covering the back of his head.

This time, he turned around and faced Song Huiling's face again. He saw that her right hand was still raised in the air and she had no time to put it down.

"That's too much! That's really too much!" When Song Huiling saw An Tong's fierce eyes, she quickly imitated the video of an old lady swearing in the street that she had seen on the Internet in her previous life.

He clenched his right hand into a fist, with his index finger raised. He and his arm slashed through the air from top to bottom again and again. "This is really too much! Don't let me catch who it is, or I will scold him to death on behalf of the great hero An!"

An Tong: “…”

An Tong learned his lesson this time. He looked back every few steps and turned his head so fast and violently that he almost created a gust of wind in the air around him.

Song Huiling had already thrown away all the rotten eggs in her hand, so she had to stop.

When she turned around, she unexpectedly met a gaze from the crowd, and it seemed that the owner of the gaze had been staring at her for a long time.

Song Huiling took a look at the man's clothes. He was wearing ordinary plain clothes, but he had a sword on his waist.

This should be the person mentioned by Mingluo Renkou who is responsible for maintaining order in the arena and preventing people from throwing vegetable leaves or rotten eggs at will.

Their eyes met and the atmosphere became awkward for a moment.

Song Huiling was silently explaining something with his eyes, but the man suddenly looked up at the sky, then pretended to glance around casually and turned his gaze to the other side.

"..."

Jiang Huaizhong was completely forced by An Tong to finish the third round. He was insulted by An Tong in such a way that even though Shen Zheng didn't want to tear his face off, he couldn't hold back his anger and stood up, pointing at Xin Sang's nose and cursing: "You are really going too far!"

But Xin Sang only raised his eyebrows lightly, and said in a tone without much sincerity of apology: "Captain Shen, I'm really sorry, it's my fault for not managing my subordinates well, and letting them do such a thing without knowing the severity of the situation. I will punish them severely when I get back!"

He said he would punish him, but who knows whether he would carry out the punishment in private.

Regardless of whether Xin Sang was sincere or not, he did say the polite words.

No matter how angry Shen Zheng was, he had to suppress his anger.

He Zhan rushed down to the ring almost at the moment Jiang Huaizhong was knocked off the ring.

Jiang Huaizhong was carried away by two soldiers. When he saw He Zhan, his eyes were full of self-blame.

He didn't say a word even after being beaten like that by An Tong, but now facing He Zhan, the eight-foot-tall man's eyes turned red and he actually shed tears.

"Boss, I'm sorry, I brought shame to the garrison..." Jiang Huaizhong held his breath and raised his arm, trying to grab He Zhan.

But as soon as he lifted it slightly, it fell down weakly.

He Zhan quickly grabbed Jiang Huaizhong's hand and said, "Zhong, you have done a good job."

Jiang Huaizhong choked up. There are always people who are better than you. He was always complacent about it. He was one of the best in the garrison troops in Qingyuan County.

But today, when he faced Xin Sang's men, he realized how vulnerable he was.

It’s true that An Tong’s attack was ruthless, but in the final analysis, he was not as skilled as others, right?

"Boss, please scold me to death from now on!" Jiang Huaizhong looked at He Zhan and made up his mind.

He Zhan nodded.

Jiang Huaizhong continued, "Boss, we have already lost two of the three matches. Although the Tunjun will lose today's match, you must win back some face for us in the last match!"

He Zhan said to comfort her: "Go down and take good care of your injuries. I will take care of you from now on."

Jiang Huaizhong was taken away. He Zhan was about to step onto the stage when he caught a glimpse of an unknown shadow in the crowd, flying through the air towards the stage.

His eyes moved slowly and he saw the culprit.

A pretty figure stood in the crowd, pretending to be innocent and righteous, and scolded the "shameless person" who threw eggs on behalf of An Tong.

He Zhan pinched his brows, feeling helpless.

His wife is too clear about what she likes and dislikes, and I don’t know whether it is good or bad.

She felt great when she threw the rotten eggs. Wasn't she worried about being discovered by An Tong?

The third match is about to begin.

He Zhan deliberately took a detour and walked onto the stage from the side closer to Song Huiling.

As he walked over, the people standing in the audience automatically made way for him and cheered him on: "Mr. He, you must win the third game. You can't let those people be so arrogant!"

He Zhan nodded in response and walked forward.

Until she walked up to Song Huiling, she turned her head away as if she was treating a stranger.

The corners of He Zhan's lips curled up slightly, and when no one was paying attention, the big hand hanging by his side moved slightly, as if to hook Song Huiling's finger.

It slid across her fingertips roughly, leaving a burning sensation on them. She immediately retracted her hand, and even her ears turned red.

Now, she could no longer pretend to be unfamiliar. She bit her lips tightly and glared at the culprit with her clear eyes filled with anger.

Who taught him to flirt like that in public?

Looking at that fair face with a hint of red, He Zhan said firmly: "I will definitely win."

It seemed like he was making a promise to Song Huiling, and also responding to the people's expectations.