"We live in peace! Don't think too much!"
Yang Zhao emphasized again, holding on to the wall and straightening up.
Shen Ruoyu: "Do you feel better?"
She nodded, drew a small water ball, and rinsed her mouth. He also summoned a few small water balloons to wash away the dirt on the ground.
In fact, her throat was still trembling a little, but at least she could hold it back now.
It's just dawning outside now, the temperature is a bit cold, and there are sounds of people moving around early in the morning.
Shen Ruoyu: "Can you still eat?"
"Yes!" She has so much activity throughout the day, how can she do it without eating? Even if she felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, she would still force it into her body.
"Actually, I feel like I don't remember it that clearly after I woke up."
Shen Ruoyu: "That's natural. If you watch those things in your dream, your memory will naturally become hazy when you wake up. You should go eat quickly."
He got up a little early today, and Yang Zhao started practicing shooting in the yard after dinner.
Shen Ruoyu controlled the small wooden block next to her and guided her to practice.
After this trip, Yang Zhao felt that the gun in his hand was much smoother than yesterday, and he seemed to be more obedient. She happily told her master this feeling.
Shen Ruoyu: "Because you learned a little bit from that memory, and that's a double-edged sword."
Yang Zhao weighed the gun in his hand, feeling reluctant to part with it. She will participate in the competition again in two days, and now that memory is equivalent to a shortcut, but there are thorns growing on the shortcut.
Shen Ruoyu's eyes were poisonous, and he could see her thoughts right away.
"You still want to keep it. Right?"
Yang Zhao weighed the pros and cons and nodded.
"You have to think clearly for yourself. If your will is not firm, this thing will move your mind."
Yang Zhao: "No matter what, I have to pull out that root first, otherwise I won't be able to sleep. Ancestor, if you find anything wrong with my behavior in the future, tell me directly, and I will go to Liu's Mansion to deal with it." Eliminate things."
Shen Ruoyu opened his mouth and finally agreed.
Yang Zhao practiced normally for two days, edited the videos of him playing with guns these days, posted them on the Internet, and browsed through the previous comment sections.
"This young lady's moves are getting more and more handsome!"
"Really, little sister, kill me."
"I saw that she could only be beaten at the beginning, but now she can cooperate with the movements of pinching and chanting in the later stage. It's really hard for the young lady."
"Why bother? This block of wood is also fake!"
"Am I the only one who thinks this is real? The reaction of her muscles and the changes in her eyes after being hit by a wooden block are really too real."
"His spells seem fake, but the wood block is too real."
"This blogger hasn't updated for a few days."
"Hello, Miss Yang Zhao. Since I contacted you backstage but didn't reply, I would like to ask if I can ask you to cooperate?"
"xxxxxx, if you want to become an immortal, please join me."
“Even the anti-fraud APP is not listed on the top.”
"Maybe there will be another big production."
Yang Zhao pinned the anti-fraud APP message to the top, rested early, and waited for the big competition tomorrow morning.
This time she entered the Soul Land soberly, and naturally there was a fight with Fang Shuli.
Yang Zhao consciously distanced himself from him and let him grow longer branches.
"Wind! Cut off!"
"thunder!"
"thunder!"
………
Yang Zhao clearly felt that he was a little weaker this time, maybe because he had become stronger.
She squatted on the ground and picked through it, choosing a suitable branch to use as a gun.
"fire!"
A flame lit up at the top of the branch, and Yang Zhao took it and walked out.
"If you find me a suitable carrier, I will go out. If you are not here, how about causing trouble for you?"
"Impossible, it would be nice to just be beaten to death by me."
"Yang Zhao!!!"
Yang Zhao didn't pause at all and left without looking back.
Now that there is a chance to kill him, do we still need to find a way for him to survive?
When she arrived, the place was already bustling with people, and she was the last one.
This time the person hosting the competition was a girl in red.
Yang Zhao came late and didn't hear her introduce herself.
"We are all here now. I heard that the last time you fought was noisy and not good-looking at all. I will make a move later. Those who can catch it will continue to compete, and those who can't catch it will stop."
The people at the scene were in an uproar, but they did not dare to say anything. They all retreated and assumed a defensive posture.
The girl in red muttered something, and a fiery red whip appeared in her hand.
"get ready!"
She raised her hand and flicked it, and the whip transformed into thousands of whip shadows and whipped towards everyone around her.
Yang Zhao held a branch in front of him and felt a strong wind blowing in his face. He didn't even have a chance to dodge before he was hit by the force against the wall.
For a time, the entire hall was filled with mourning, and few people could stand up.
Those who were still conscious were lying on the ground groaning, but most of the others didn't even moan and lay motionless on the ground.
Yang Zhao felt as if he had been hit by a car. He was lying next to the wall in pain, his eyes were black and his head was buzzing.
"Did I hit too hard, or were you all too weak? No one can catch it? I didn't try hard enough!"
The man in red was very dissatisfied. He approached the people lying on the ground and looked at them one by one.
"It's true that one generation is inferior to the other. Even if you are a young talent, you won't be afraid of making people laugh when you say this."
"Whoever stands up now is the winner."
“…”
"Hurry up, don't waste my time!"
The girl in red waited for a while, and finally two people stood up.
"This won't work, there are too few people. Get up a few more! I'll give you a cup of tea. If you don't get up a few more, I'll give you another whip!"
This time, everyone who was conscious began to want to stand up.
If one whipping can take such a heavy toll, who can bear the second whipping?
Yang Zhao was lying there, breathing heavily, trying to support her arms. She was in terrible pain all over her body, and her whole body was shivering in pain. She really didn't want to move!
She could only encourage herself in her heart: It's nothing, it's nothing. I still take the medicinal soup every day, and I won when I stood up. This time is the easiest, and I won't have such a good opportunity in the future.
First he raised his arms, then moved his thighs, adjusting from lying down to kneeling. He used the wall behind him to get up little by little.
The girl in red pointed at the people standing up nonchalantly: "Okay, the thirteen of you are the winners! Really, why should I do such a boring thing?"
After the girl in red finished speaking, she waved her hand, and Yang Zhao opened his eyes from the bed.
She didn't expect it to be so fast! He touched his chest subconsciously, and the pain was still slowly tumbling in his chest.
