take father as heaven

In the evening, the weasel came back.

"What do you gain?" Murong Yan was very interested in the history of the red group, and asked hurriedly.

Weasel shook his head with a strange look on his face. "No movement."

"Isn't it good that there is no movement? Your face is still so ugly."

Who knows, the weasel scowled. "No movement is the scariest thing. We all know the methods of the red team, but they are so low-key this time, and there is no news, making people even more uncertain about what they are going to do."

Murong Yan was stunned for a moment, he was a little nervous by the weasel's words, and glanced at Sieg who was on the side, that guy also lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking about, and he was distracted with chopsticks in his hand.

However, the next few days were not as perilous as weasel guessed. Everyone's attention was quickly diverted from the bloody case at the beginning, because the list of top ten players in Disa City came out, and even the number of games was not listed. arranged.

If it is said that the popularity of the usual arena is not high enough, then the popularity of the top ten competition is really unprecedented, and tickets cannot be bought a week in advance. Murong Yan's training volume has increased a lot recently, but now it is no longer just for him He received special training in terms of physical strength and endurance, and began to consciously teach him some commonly used skills when fighting against the enemy.

The most taught is how to protect and counter when a powerful opponent suppresses him. Of course, the best training object is himself. They were all suppressed by Sieg, and Murong Yan fought back countless times, but all ended in failure.

When his morale was extremely low, Seeger stopped and told him to go down and rest.

Murong Yan went away in a hurry, and when he woke up, he was dragged by the weasel to the arena before he had time to eat breakfast.

"What's wrong with you?! Did you forget that you want to compete?! I thought you had already set off."

Murong Yan stuffed bread into his mouth in a daze, was dragged by the weasel and ran wildly, and finally arrived at the arena within ten minutes after the start of the match. Fortunately, the qualification of the match was not disqualified.

After he entered the arena, he was still out of breath, and he patted his chest again. He managed to choke down the piece of bread stuck in the middle of his esophagus, and when he looked up, he saw the well-meaning opponent on the opposite side.

Sure enough, the opponent didn't give him time to reply, and rushed over without hesitation, and the people on the stage immediately booed.

This obvious performance of taking advantage of others made many spectators feel ashamed.But who cares so much about you in the arena, as long as you can win, Murong Yan dodged the opponent's sudden attack, his chest was still heaving, and he didn't even see what the opponent looked like.

At the beginning, he was completely passive, being suppressed and beaten. When Murong Yan felt that his breathing was a little smoother, he shot violently. He seized the opportunity without mercy. This was the result of hard training under the pressure of Sig. As long as there is a chance, we must fight back to the end.

It's a pity that the opponent's strength was wrongly estimated by him, and he was killed in less than a few blows.

When he was still at a loss, the whole arena cheered and congratulated him for entering the top five.

Murong Yan rushed to the arena in such a hurry, killed his opponent in a hurry, and won the top five in a hurry. Before he recovered, he was grabbed by a weasel who came out of nowhere, and hurried left the arena.

As a result, when I got home, I found that the house seemed to have been robbed. All the large equipment had been emptied, and Sig was not at home. I didn't know what happened, but I saw the weasel frantically packing things there.

"See if there is anything to bring, pack it up."

"What is this for?" Murong Yan was puzzled.

Weasel turned to look at him, "Get out of here."

"?" Murong Yan looked at the place where he had lived for two months, and suddenly said he would leave, and he still felt a little bit reluctant.

"You have another game tomorrow morning. According to your undefeated record, you will be guaranteed to enter the top three. We can leave here and go to the next city to meet the captain and the others."

Speaking of meeting the captain and the others, Weasel had a faint smile on his face, looking forward to it.

Murong Yan nodded belatedly, and then asked again. "Where's Sieg?"

"Let's dispose of those things. Counting the depreciation price, those things can be sold for [-] to [-] yuan."

"I see."

In fact, Murong Yan had nothing to clean up. His salute was just two sets of clothes, and the rest of the things that could be regarded as salutes. Those large training equipment were all sold by Sig.

On the contrary, Weasel still has a lot of things to pack. Murong Yan stood by and watched. There was a large sturdy backpack with various equipment in it. Medium-sized and large guns, and all kinds of emergency medicines.

After seeing his preparations, Murong Yan realized that he was outrageous. He only had a change of clothes, and he didn't plan to bring anything except a dagger for self-defense.

He couldn't help but beat himself on the head. He was afraid that the comfortable life had passed for a long time, and he had forgotten that between cities in the Demon Realm, there was no underground tunnel like the Federation, and he could go back and forth safely by subway.

They all have to walk in the wild. Although the roads between cities have been cleared out as much as possible, wild beasts don't care whether it's a road or a small road, and there are no fewer incidents of attacking people.

Murong Yan was still thinking about where to get a gun here, when the door was opened from the outside, and he looked up to see Sig walking in with a backpack. "Where have you been?"

Sig didn't answer. "Finished?"

"Hmm." Murong Yan glanced at his backpack, guessing that it might be the same as the weasel's, with all kinds of equipment inside.

Seeger pushed open the door and went in. Seeing the set of folded clothes on his bed, he opened his backpack and put it in. He turned his head and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Murong Yan answered subconsciously. "there is none left."

Then he realized, why did he carry his clothes on his back? !Doesn't he need to bring luggage?

"Hey, you carried my salute, what should I bring?"

Seeger had been busy outside all morning, took off his clothes and was going to the bathroom without looking back.

"You take care of yourself."

"..."

Murong Yan subconsciously felt that something was wrong, and this feeling of something wrong seemed to have lasted for a long time, starting from that afternoon, as if it wasn't just the palm that was scratched that day.

So Murong Yan, who had a headache, went to the weasel, and planned to have a heart-to-heart talk.

"What do you think of Sig treating me?"

The weasel was packing up without looking up. "Great."

"Is it just nice?"

"That's very, very good, all right."

Murong Yan was dissatisfied with his perfunctory attitude, and asked again, "I'm leaving tomorrow, and he even brought my luggage for me."

"Oh……"

"Oh what, do you think something is wrong with Sig lately?"

Weasel shook his head, then whispered. "I think something is wrong with you."

"Me?!" Murong Yan stared at him, "What's wrong with me?!"

"You keep staring at Sig if you have nothing to do." Weasel said righteously!

Murong Yan was shocked immediately, his whole body suddenly became gloomy, and the small piece of sky above his head also became cloudy, he lowered his head and muttered to himself, "How could it be that something is wrong with me?? !"

Could it be that he thought I was seducing him? !Murong Yan was taken aback by his own thoughts, no, no, no, no, no, even though he is a master and student, he still has to maintain a relationship, and he has to tell him that he already has someone he likes.

But after thinking about it, why did I do this? In case people don't have this idea at all, after all, I'm all making a fuss, and even the weasel didn't think it was abnormal.

On the second day of the competition, there was no suspense that Murong Yan won a complete victory, and became one of the first officially confirmed top three places in Disha. The audience at the scene was overjoyed, and the number 12268949 was shocked. Sky rings.

Murong Yan 囧囧 hid in the crowd and quietly left the arena.

Weasel and Sig each carried a backpack. The two guys seemed to be sure that he would win. They didn't even bother to go in. They waited for him to come out at the door. When they saw him, they threw him a shawl that looked like a cloak. Murong Yan put it on casually, and then put on the hat, and several people silently left the arena and walked towards the gate of the city.

The captain and the others are going to Moody, a large city in the northeast. They have to go east all the way. After about three days, they will first go to Lache, a small city about the same size as Disha, to resupply in Lache, and then go north Five more days to go and you'll be in Moody.

Murong Yan and the others went out of the city after completing the formalities. The avenue outside the city was empty, and some sections of the road were completely covered by the tall branches on both sides.The so-called avenue is nothing more than digging a road in the wild. Although you won't get lost if you follow it, it is much more convenient for wild animals to prey...

After walking out for a while, a few small beasts with no eyes jumped out from the forest. Murong Yan was upset, so he directly used them to practice his hands.

The weasel casually picked up one and carried it in his hand. "It's still a cub, and it tastes best when roasted."

Murong Yan turned his head and glanced at Disha City, which was almost out of sight, and sighed. "Let's go like this..."

"What? Are you reluctant?"

"I always feel like I'm going to miss a good show. I didn't even see the red group. I'm a bit unwilling."

The two people around me rolled their eyes at the same time. They really are not afraid of death. After they have truly seen the red group, they may not be able to say this sentence in this life. Those people who are like monsters will be a disaster wherever they go.

On the second day on the road, Murong Yan met the red group he had been obsessed with, and not many people came, only three.Three against three, they are not at a disadvantage, but...

God always seems to like to hit Murong Yan, always when he thinks that he has become stronger, he will send a guy to easily break his confidence, even smash it to pieces.