Jiang Xiaocong, who had been holding Su Luo's sleeve, suddenly showed a frightened expression on his face, hugged his hand in panic, and said anxiously:
"Brother, I'm scared, he looks like a bad guy!"
Before Su Luo could speak, Qin Shutong, who was squatting on the ground, trembled. The word "bad guy" stung his heart. He tried hard to raise the corners of his mouth, trying his best to make himself look more harmless, and said with a forced smile. :
"Little, little sister, I...I don't look like a bad person."
pity.
Qin Shutong's pale face, coupled with his mournful, desperate and world-hating temperament, and his harsh speaking tone made Jiang Xiaocong even more frightened, and she said with tears in her eyes:
"No bad person would say he is a bad person, mom, I want mom!"
At this time.
Jiang Xiaocong's cries had attracted the attention of dozens of monks, and some were even ready to come over to check on the situation.
A monk teased:
"Oh, it's too much punishment to attack a child!"
Some people also made serious analysis:
"Living in the body and cultivating Qi, this person's temperament is comparable to that of the death row inmates in the prison. He is probably not a good person."
There is also a grumpy old man who speaks angrily:
"With a bird-like face, it's not a good thing at first glance! It's a dead horse!"
Qin Shutong stood up and wanted to stretch out his hand to comfort Jiang Xiaocong, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he heard a series of sarcasm from others. His arms froze in mid-air, with a confused look on his face, as if his existence itself was a mystery. A great sin.
Seems like a poor man?
Su Luo had complicated eyes, held Jiang Xiaocong in his arms, and comforted:
"How about I take you to the high platform later and make you blush in front of your friends?"
"Great!"
Jiang Xiaocong stopped crying instantly and said with a smile: "Brother Su's words are hard to catch up with."
"Is this going to be upgraded to Brother Su?" Su Luo had actually seen through this girl's trick a long time ago, so he snorted coldly: "You just called someone a bad guy, okay? Before you go on stage, you have to say something apologize."
"Oh~"
Jiang Xiaocong curled up in Su Luo's arms, still a little scared, but facing the temptation of showing off her face in front of her friends, she still whispered: "I'm sorry, cold-faced brother, I was really scared at the time..."
Qin Shutong smiled happily. He opened his mouth and was about to say something to Jiang Xiaocong, but he was locked in the laboratory for a long time without seeing the light of day. He had already permanently lost part of his ability to communicate with others. In the end, he remained silent and depressed. He picked up the number plate and silently turned around and walked towards the high platform.
Su Luo sighed and shook his head.
at this time.
Jiang Xiaocong suddenly pouted, broke away from Su Luo's warm embrace, ran behind Qin Shutong in small steps, reached out and held his two fingers, and whispered:
"Brother Cold Face, are you not going to forgive me?"
Said.
She shook Qin Shutong's arm with a pitiful look on her face.
Qin Shutong froze, and suddenly felt that his stiff and cold fingers seemed to be filled with a long-lost warmth.
This warmth, like a warm morning light, quietly broke into the dark college laboratory and rescued him from the darkness.
"Ah, it hurts!"
Jiang Xiaocong suddenly screamed in pain.
Qin Shutong suddenly woke up and found to his horror that he had unconsciously grabbed Jiang Xiaocong's hand.
The body that was perfectly combined with the dragon's blood gave him extraordinary strength. Just a little bit of instinct made the girl in front of him almost unbearable in pain, and he quickly let go of his hand.
"Ah, my fingers are all red~"
Jiang Xiaocong blew her fingers in pain.
In a panic, Qin Shutong didn't know how to apologize, so he bowed ninety degrees to Jiang Xiaocong and said hurriedly:
"sorry Sorry sorry!"
Jiang Xiaocong took a few steps back with disgust on her face, and said angrily: "Brother, cold-faced and stinky brother, we are even! Huh! ╭(╯^╰)╮"
Finished.
She hurriedly ran back to Su Luo, her mouth bulging, and then said angrily: "Su Luo, remember your promise, you must take me to the high platform."
The corner of Su Luo's mouth raised slightly. The amount of Yalong blood stored in his backpack was enough to make himself and Jiang Xiaocong the center of attention. He chuckled:
"No problem, Miss Bao Jiang is satisfied."
now.
The forest hunting celebration ceremony was already halfway through. The host Wang Chuyi glanced at the prompter in his hand and smiled:
"Next, we invite the 888th monk to appear. Hey, is there only one person? It seems that he is another outstanding lone hero~"
A young man with a slightly plump figure, wearing high-end furs, with a bunch of luxury car keys around his waist, walked up to the high platform swaggeringly and said proudly:
"In Xialuhu, Bu Cai killed twenty-two dragon-bred beasts with his own hands and harvested only 2,200 milliliters of dragon blood."
This is a lie.
Nineteen of the dragon beasts were all killed by Long Yuan's sword energy. He just collected them from other monks based on his family background and wealth.
The purpose is similar to that of Fu Qingyang, which is to enhance the reputation of Qingcheng's family after being replaced.
after all.
Local tyrants and evil gentry often die quickly.
Only "good gentry" who have good conduct and never overstep their bounds can permanently solidify their class in the minds of many people.
Su Luo looked up and realized that this person was the rich second-generation driver who claimed to be riding horses and wagging his tail all day long.
Wang Chuyi showed a professional smile, used a special golden needle to test the authenticity and freshness of Yalong's blood, nodded and smiled:
"Yes, they all contain the aura of dragons. If you pass the test, your points will increase by 232 points, ranking you at number 38 on the dragon blood donation list."
Bang bang bang...
Sparse applause.
Even though most of the teams were on stage, and they had gone through nearly a hundred dragon blood donations, the audience had long been tired of watching the performances of the descendants of these big families. They shouted a few times casually, and then there was no sound. It was time to eat. Eat and drink what is necessary.
There was a trace of anger in Lu Hu's eyes, and he cursed in a low voice:
"A bunch of untouchables, just wait...ahhhhh!"
Plop.
The soft spot behind Lu Tianxia's knees seemed to have been hit by something, and he fell to his knees in front of tens of thousands of people.
"Hahahaha~"
The front row burst into laughter. Many people finally woke up from their drowsiness. Although they didn't know what happened, everyone laughed, and they couldn't help laughing.
Lu Hu's face was red and his ears were red, and he fled off the high platform as if he was avoiding the plague.
The host - Wang Chuyi smiled but said nothing.
Su Luo was thoughtful, recalling the scene when she mysteriously disappeared at noon. Could it be... some kind of special ability?
As time passed, monk number 1001 had stepped down.
Wang Chuyi's eyes were gentle and she said in a rather proud tone:
"Everyone, wake up. The next 800 numbers are not monks, but representatives of our Qingcheng soldiers. Although their strength is not as good as the monks, they stood up at the first time and blocked the way with flesh and steel. Waves of dragon seeds are flowing one after another, and two lines of defense have been established. Can everyone give me a little applause?"
This time.
Tens of thousands of people applauded and cheered in unison, with sincerity and overwhelming sound.
