Cannon Fodder: Forced Counterattack

Tang Deluo is destined to be a person who doesn't want to talk too much, and Lang Cha became his "spokesperson". As soon as he approached, he smiled with concern, "Mr. Ao, what happened just now, it's really shocking."

After finishing speaking, he inadvertently saw Jing Fan taking a step forward, shivering all over, Tang Deluo couldn't help but glanced at her, his eyes seemed a little puzzled, Lang Cha hurriedly calmed down. Confused, he returned a faint smile, calm and nonchalant, Tang Deluo was only a little surprised and then ignored it, secretly observing Ao Ran and Yan Fengge.

She stretched out her hand not to hit the smiling person, not to mention that it was Lang Cha who was talking. Although this girl had done some silly things, she was still Jing Fan's future daughter-in-law. Ao Ran didn't want to make things difficult, so she calmly smiled back, "Maybe It was an injury I received before, and it left sequelae, so it’s nothing serious.”

Langcha nodded, "Then Mr. Ao must take care of himself."

Everyone chatted awkwardly, Lang Cha felt a little shivered by the hostility of Jing Xiang and Yin Ximeng, and the fear of Jing Fan, but Tang Deluo obviously had no intention of leaving, so she had to talk to a few people in embarrassment. Luckily, Ao Ran managed to save some face for her, and responded briefly.

Tang Deluo seemed to realize that everyone had nothing to say, and suddenly asked, "Are you going back?"

Ao Ran shook his head, and smiled with his lips curled up: "There is still a match, I have to watch it."

Tondro: "Oh, then, it's good to see."

After saying that, he turned around and left. Lang Cha and Xu Rongqi nodded to Ao Ran and the others when they saw this, and hurriedly followed Tang Deluo.

Yan Fengge's clenched fists did not let go after Tang Deluo walked away. He knew that it was not the time for revenge, but the hatred in his heart was churning so hard that it was hard to restrain. Ao Ran looked at his tense back Yan Fengge couldn't help stroking his back lightly, and gave him a comforting look, and then Yan Fengge relaxed.

Jing Xiang made faces at the backs of the three of them, "Finally left."

Yin Ximeng asked tentatively, "Don't you guys like that young master just now?"

Jing Xiang hurriedly closed her expression, forgetting that there was Yin Ximeng here. Although she probably wouldn't say anything, she still felt more at ease, "It's okay, it's more annoying."

After finishing speaking, as if thinking of something again, he looked left and right, and said softly like a thief: "That Lang Cha secretly kissed Ao Ran!"

Ao Ran has black lines all over her head: ...

Jing Fan clenched his fist: ...

Yan Fengge:? ? ?

"Ah?!" Yin Ximeng blushed, not knowing whether it was shame or anger, "She... how could she do this?"

Jing Xiang's angry eyes widened, "That's right! It's too shameless."

Ao Ran hurriedly changed the subject: "Okay, okay, don't talk about this anymore, find a place to sit for a while."

There were many carved wood and stone chairs around the arena, Ao Ran found the nearest one, and several people sat down.

Ao Ran breathed a sigh of relief, after all, his legs were still a little weak, and it was better to sit comfortably. Jing Xiang and the others obviously couldn't let go of his heartache, and all of them frowned.

He just breathed a sigh of relief, but seeing their expressions, he couldn't help but sigh again, "It's nothing if you are all wrinkled, it's just that you feel uncomfortable occasionally, maybe you'll be fine in a few days."

Jing Zi disliked him for not taking it seriously, and snorted angrily, "This time is worse than last time, are you sure it won't be getting worse?"

Ao Ran smiled, "What are you afraid of, don't you still have genius doctors like you?"

Jing Xiang pinched his face, showing no mercy, Ao Ran gasped in pain, begging for forgiveness repeatedly, Jing Xiang ignored him, "The point is that my brother can't see what's going on now!"

Ao Ran worked hard to pull out the face that was caught and bullied by the devil, and rubbed it distressedly, the soft flesh on his face turned red, "Kuo Neng is not serious now, and the pain is over quickly, so I can't see anything, if next time Then, keep an eye on it.”

Everyone didn't speak, and they all looked sad.

Yin Ximeng looked at Ao Ran's blushing face pinched by Jing Xiang, and couldn't help but feel a little envious, but she was also a little worried. Obviously, she couldn't help the disease that even the Jing family's genius doctors couldn't see, so she could only look firm. Looking at Ao Ran, "Young Master Ao, don't worry, I... I will pray to the god every day from now on, let him protect you, and never let you get sick or get hurt."

Ao Ran laughed, "Isn't Miss Yin herself a goddess? You have to protect me." He doesn't believe in ghosts, but this little girl's earnest appearance is really touching, and he can't help feeling Jing Fan's life as the protagonist. There are beautiful blessings.

Hearing this, Yin Ximeng lowered her head hurriedly to hide her blushing face, but her red bleeding ears couldn't cover it.

Ao Ran, who inadvertently teased someone, felt a little chill on his back, looked at the sun that had tilted more than half to the west, and said: "I guess the sun will be going down after the last match, hurry up and go back to eat."

Just as he was talking, he suddenly saw Jing Ke standing in the distance communicating with others, blinked his eyes and said in surprise, "Jing Ke is already finished? The speed is not bad."

Jing Zi snorted, "I'm afraid the opponent is relatively weak."

Then suddenly remembered, "Ao Ran, why do you keep guarding against that kid who looks like a child."

Ao Ran glanced at Yin Ximeng, who was still bowing her head, and guessed that the girl would not go around talking, so she didn't intend to be defensive, "I heard Jing Sheng say that your uncle can manipulate the results of the lottery, and he made you want to draw lots." Whoever you win, you will win."

Jing Xiang opened her eyes and stammered, "Then, that baby nine...my brother..."

Ao Ran sighed, "Your uncle seems to have arranged for Jing Fan to draw Doll Nine. At first I thought that Doll Nine was one person, but later I realized that there should be nine people."

Jing Xiang murmured: "So...so..."

Before she finished speaking, Jing Fan suddenly continued, "So you switched with me?" His voice was dry.

Ao Ran suddenly said "Huh", "I saw Xiao Shixing, and he actually won."

Jing Xiang: "..."

Jing Zi: "You are turning too bluntly!"

Ao Ran: "Is your uncle Xiao Yangping also in the villa recently?"

Jing Xiang: "Yes."

Jing Zi: "..."

Ao Ran glanced at all the competition rings, "There are still seven groups left to compete in this match, but there are two groups that are about to decide the winner. When this match is over, it's time for Tang Deluo to play."

Jing Xiang gave a soft "hmm", and suddenly said in surprise, "Quick, quick, see if there are any dwarfs among these people?"

Sometimes, there are some words that cannot be clarified. People who are close to each other give to each other. If he gives to you, you can accept it calmly.

Ao Ran smiled slightly, frowned, followed Jing Xiang's words to look carefully, and suddenly hooked her lips, "There is no one on the stage, but I saw one in the crowd, who looks very much like Qiwa."

As he spoke, he stretched out his finger, and Jing Xiang hurriedly followed his hand to look over. He was far away, but he could see his face clearly. This person was half a head taller than Qiwa, and about the same height as an ordinary girl, but not too tall. He looked abrupt, but his face still had that kind of immature feeling. He didn't talk to anyone, and there was no one around him. Ao Ran looked carefully again, and there was no sign of Qiwa around, and he probably had already withdrawn.

Ao Ran stretched her waist and guessed, "He probably hasn't competed yet, otherwise he would have passed away long ago."

Jing Xiang nodded sharply, expressing her deep agreement, then pretended to be casual, and turned to look at her brother.

From the beginning to the end, Jing Fan only said "So you switched with me" and stopped talking. Jing Xiang didn't know what he was thinking, but he lowered his head, bent his back slightly, and put all his thoughts and expressions into Hidden, Jing Xiang guessed that he should be similar to what they thought in their hearts, Ao Ran was already a family member and life to each of them, she would not say thank you anymore, because "thank you" was for others, and the relationship between them There is no need for such unfamiliar expressions, but Ao Ran will always be in her heart, and she exists like a real brother.

This afternoon, there were a total of seven competitions. Although there were a lot of competitions, each competition ended very quickly. Among the more than 200 people, there were quite a few people like Lin Qingyue, who were mediocre and were instantly killed every minute.

After the competition this afternoon, a lot of poor abilities were screened out, and those who remained were those who could last for a while. It is estimated that even if the number of people in tomorrow's game is not as large as today's, the end time will not be too short. After all, there will be Many people with a little skill have to pester for a longer time.

However, what will happen tomorrow, I will think about it tomorrow.

Ao Ran and the others got up when there was only one group left. Many people had already left, but there were also many people who were still waiting to see other people's competitions. Go early to get a good position.

It didn't take long for the few people to approach, and the last group ended the competition. Ao Ran and the others looked at Tang Deluo. If you observe carefully, you will find that many people are looking at him, especially Luo Qi and others, staring straight at Tang Deluo. Tondello.

The competition arenas also came in order. The first few games were all 16 groups, but this last round only had [-] groups and [-] people. As long as everyone knew the number of wooden sticks Tang Deluo was in, they would know which competition arena he was in. At this moment, many people had gathered around the stage, and the few who were still in Ao Ran were fast and occupied the front row early.

Tang Deluo obviously didn't care about everyone's attention to him, his face was expressionless, his eyes were fixed, and he flew directly onto the stage without waiting for the drum beating on the stage. At that moment, everyone around screamed.

This person's qinggong is much better than Langcha's!

What is even more surprising is that the white mist that is thicker than Langcha is wrapped around him. Tang Deluo is originally cold and noble, but when he is surrounded by this white mist, he looks like a banished fairy flying through the clouds, making people want to worship .

"This... what kind of kung fu is this? What are those white mist?"

"He, he, is he a god?!"

"..."

Everyone had all sorts of thoughts, and countless girls had their eyes full of love and became nympho.

Tang Deluo acted as if he had never heard of it, and said nothing. His otherworldly appearance made everyone in the audience look like ordinary ants with no talent in the world. The contrast was really sharp.

And Tang Deluo's opponent was obviously startled by this momentum, and flew onto the stage tremblingly. He could be regarded as a handsome young man, but the audience was full of "噫呵呵——"

The atmosphere is too different.

The disliked son-in-law was obviously also angry, and the initial fear turned into anger.

"Boom-boom-boom-"

"The competition begins!"

As soon as the order was issued, the young master didn't even say hello, he drew his sword and rushed forward, obviously wanting to strike first and catch the other party by surprise!

But he didn't want to, he only took two steps, and then he stayed in place.

The audience exclaimed everywhere!

Before the son-in-law showed panic, he was lifted high into the sky. Tang Deluo's slightly red eyes seemed to be redder a little deeper, a little coquettish, and cold and frightening. The white mist around him was so thick that it flew up. Beside him, the hem of his clothes was flapping, and his sleeves were bulging.

A white mist of doubt surrounded his arms and rushed straight into the air, connecting Tondolo's hand with the young master who was raised in mid-air. It was like a big hand, grasping the young master tightly, motionless.

Everyone's eyes were wider than copper coins, and their gazes were on the stage, no—they should be turning back and forth between the two on the ground and the sky above. Still big.

Without waiting for everyone's reaction, Tang Deluo seemed to throw it casually, and the young master was thrown straight away, and with this swing, he was thrown tens of meters, and the young master finally smashed hard on Jingwenshan where everyone was sitting with a scream. On the wall of the high platform, a mouthful of blood spurted out for half a meter, then fell to the ground, completely passed out, and where he smashed into the high platform, leaving a deep hole!

All is silent!