Cannon Fodder: Forced Counterattack

The birds chirping outside the window was crisp and joyful, and when Ao Ran woke up, the sunlight on his bed was bright and brilliant. Although there were a lot of disturbing things recently, he had no dreams last night and slept quite well.

As soon as Ao Ran got up, Qingyou started knocking on the door. The little girl seemed to have a radar installed, and she could sense any movement in the room.

Sighing, Ao Ran shouted towards the door, "Come in."

The little girl was holding a basin in her hand, smiling like a flower, "Young master, get up soon, Young master Yan has been away for a long time."

Ao Ran was surprised, "There is still a competition in the morning, where did he go?"

Qingyou handed him the towel, and said with a smile, "Young master, don't worry, Mr. Yan has explained, and will come back for breakfast."

"That's good." Ao Ran nodded, and then told Qing You, "You can eat by yourself this morning. Brother will come back later, and I will go to Jing Fan's to eat with him."

Qingyou was a little disappointed when she heard the words, and her voice lowered a little, "Got it."

Ao Ran smiled, "Maybe come back to eat at night."

Qingyou immediately smiled, "Okay, my lord."

As soon as Ao Ran finished tidying up, Yan Fengge came back.

The two went directly to Jing Fan's place, Jing Xiang and Jing Zi also came over, Ao Ran couldn't participate in the competition, but this big excitement is still very much looking forward to, half of the people were brushed off yesterday, today's left are all a little It's my job, so today's game should be quite interesting.

Jing Zi picked up a big steamed stuffed bun with his chopsticks, and his eyebrows were beaming, "I hope I can meet a good one today, so we can have a good match."

Jing Xiang dismissed it, "Be careful not to draw them." As he spoke, he glanced at Jing Fan and Yan Fengge who were eating quietly.

Jing Zi's face suddenly changed, and he was a little bit more bitter haha: "Don't curse me, I still want to last a few more rounds."

Jing Xiang sneered, "Spineless."

Jing Zi: "I know the current affairs."

Jing Xiang didn't bother to talk to him, "Brother, did you find any results in your investigation of that baby? Your subordinates shouldn't be so slow, right?"

Jing Fan nodded, "Yes."

Ao Ran had just stuffed half of the steamed stuffed bun into his mouth, his face was round and round, and his black eyes were shining: "Really? Tell me quickly."

The spoon in Jing Fan's hand accidentally knocked against the rim of the bowl, and the crisp sound of the collision made people tremble, "They are people who know some witchcraft."

Ao Ran: "Wu... woo... Gu?! And... there is such a thing."

Jing Fan threw the spoon in his hand into the bowl, his eyes seemed to be a little more angry, "Can you eat what you have in your mouth before talking?"

Ao Ran's innocent face was mixed with a little grievance: "..."

As for?It was like this before, you didn't say anything, when did you set the rule of not talking when eating or sleeping?

Jing Fan: "..."

Turning his head away from looking at him, he continued: "Jing Wenshan wants me to be insane."

Jing Xiang was choked by the porridge and coughed non-stop, "Brother...! Then...cough..."

Jing Zi knew what he was going to say, and hurriedly answered, "Then what should we do? Ao Ran had a competition with him yesterday, are you okay?"

Jing Fan paused, "It's okay, he's not me, they didn't do anything."

Jing Xiang finally came to her senses, "Brother, what are you going to do, how do you guard against things like witchcraft?"

Jing Fan: "Don't worry, I can handle it."

After not seeing Ao Ran speak for a while, Jing Fan couldn't help turning his head to look, but saw him drinking the porridge in the bowl very seriously.

Jing Fan: ...

It's even hotter.

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Although half of the people were wiped out yesterday, there are still many people present today, and the enthusiasm of the spectators remains undiminished.

Although Jing Fengguo and the others are older and still elders, they came earlier than many juniors, and they all sat on the high platform in a dignified manner, with serious faces.

Ao Ran looked at the enthusiastic people standing in the arena one after another, and felt a bit regretful, and couldn't help but slapped Jing Fan on the shoulder, with resentment all over his face: "It's all your fault for stopping me, if I If we continue to compete with those seven children, we can still be on stage today."

Jing Fan pulled off his hand coldly, and said in a cold tone, "Even if you are asked to compete, it is not certain whether today's competition will be able to proceed."

Ao Ran: "?? What do you mean? Look down on me?"

Jing Fan: ...

However, why can't the competition be carried out?

Before Ao Ran could solve it, Jing Wenshan stood in front of the stone railing on the stage, and his energetic voice covered the audience, "After yesterday's competition, you all worked hard, no matter you win or lose, please don't be discouraged, don't be depressed , make persistent efforts and go further.”

Jing Wenshan: "I won't talk nonsense today. The rules are still the rules of yesterday. You should already know it. In addition, I want to emphasize again that everyone meets thousands of miles away and makes friends with martial arts. Don't hurt your friendship. Focus on learning from each other and making friends. , determined not to hurt anyone’s life.”

Everyone in the audience responded one after another, but their eyes glanced at Tang Deluo without any trace. Of course, a few of them occasionally looked at Xia Wener. This person is also a man with a ruthless smile. Gotta suffer.But it's a pity that this person who listens to the rules will listen to you if you don't emphasize it, but if you don't want to listen, no matter how much you say, he won't listen.

Jing Wenshan ordered people to lead the young masters and ladies to draw lots. Those who won yesterday will have a record, and they will be drawn one by one to prevent mistakes and prevent people from impersonating.

Jing Xiang and the others were not in a hurry to rush forward, and stood quite far behind, Ao Ran couldn't help urging, "Go over early, most of the people here have finished smoking."

Before Jing Xiang and the others could speak, Jing Fan said calmly, "No rush."

"Help—killed!! Help!! Killed—killed... people!!"

There were many people in the martial arts field, and the voices were not weak, but the sudden scream was so piercing that everyone fell silent.

"Help! Help..."

For a moment, the "Help" sounded even more abrupt in the silent arena.

"Killed—huh..."

The speaker had a hoarse voice and shortness of breath. The heavy breathing became more obvious in the suddenly quiet air, and everyone turned their eyes to the source of the sound.

Ao Ran followed the prestige, because they didn't rush to the front, and the sight was very wide at the moment, and the person calling for help appeared in their line of sight - a man in his 20s, not richly dressed, with a relatively bright tone Dark, without decoration, very simple and unadorned, it should be a servant of some son.

The man was still running staggeringly, apparently heading towards a crowded place, still hoarsely shouting "Help" and "Kill", there were still large bloodstains on his clothes, and there were blood spots on his face and body. Many scratches, the scars looked smooth from a distance, it should be a sharp weapon like a sword.

After the silence, the martial arts field only lasted for a moment, and everyone reacted one after another, and immediately talked about it.