"It was he who won! It was Liu Suifeng who won!"

Qiu Xiaolan, who was holding Liu Suifeng, suddenly shouted at everyone. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Did he win?" Liu Suifeng won?" a large group of people didn't know why Qiu Xiaolan said this.

Obviously, judging from the results, it is clear at a glance that the blood-spattered Liu lost with the wind.

The person in charge who was about to announce the results didn't know what to do, and he didn't know who to announce who won and who lost.

"Look at the white-haired woman's neck. Xiaoqing said without surprise, and it may be the only person other than Qiu Xiaolan who may have noticed this small detail.

"Neck?" Dong Qingshu and Jie Wusheng, as well as other viewers on the side who didn't know the truth, also stretched their necks and looked at Qiu Xiaolan's neck carefully.

I saw that on Qiu Xiaolan's neck, there was a small scar, very, very fine, very, very small, very, very shallow, and people with poor eyesight couldn't even see clearly.

But even though the scar was small and shallow, it was exactly in the fatal position where the blood sealed the throat.

In fact, the reason why Qiu Xiaolan's expression was so strange was that there was no trace of joy at winning at all, and even shed a drop of cold sweat.

It was precisely because she, as a client, deeply felt the chill that was closest to death.

If Liu Suifeng's strength is not well controlled, and she loses her sense of proportion a little, and if she goes a little deeper, I am afraid that she will now cover her neck with her hands and fall to the ground in pain.

The victory or defeat, of course, is also extremely obvious.

Liu followed the wind and avoided Qiu Xiaolan's fatal sword, but only injured the left rib.

As for Qiu Xiaolan, Liu Suifeng gently cut a small cut on his throat.

On the surface, it seems that Liu Suifeng lost, but in fact, in a sense, Qiu Xiaolan has died and fallen to the ground, and Liu Suifeng just supported the ground with a knife and was injured a little.

"Neck! scars on the neck!"

Several viewers who finally understood it also pointed at Qiu Xiaolan's neck and shouted.

"What?neck?"

"Ahh

Other audiences who didn't know it finally understood, and it spread all over the audience at once.

Even the person in charge who doesn't know the truth finally understands what is going on.

Everyone's eyes also focused on Liu Suifeng's body again, and they only felt that they really didn't guess wrong.

There are some people who have pressed the whole family to buy willow and win with the wind, and they are also crying with joy, only to feel that the ups and downs of life are really unexpected.

Watching Liu kneel on the ground with blood splashed in the wind, a large group of people were ready to go to the rooftop, and after taking this one, there was another big reversal, and I was almost so unhappy that I had a heart attack.

Dong Qingshu and Jie Wusheng are like two stupid young people, celebrating happily.

Even Xiaoqing rarely showed a slightly appreciative smile to the individual.

smiled, and was suddenly stunned, not knowing how he had changed from his previous disdain to his current attitude.

found that after following Liu Suifeng's neuroses together for a long time, it seems that his personality has really slowly begun to change a little bit.

also frowned very resistantly at the natural changes.

The rest of the crowd didn't have so much psychological struggle, and they all looked at Liu Suifeng, as if they were waiting for something to be announced.

Seeing that so many people were focused, the person in charge also paused, took another breath, and announced loudly again: "I announce that the champion of this Spring Food Competition is...... Willow with the wind!"

Qiu Xiaolan also suddenly grabbed Liu Suifeng's hand with one hand and raised it high.

"Yay!"

A tsunami-like cheer and whistle were completely detonated at this moment, igniting the audience.

Even Zhao Tiezhu, Li Ergou and other diners who were beaten to the ground before also got up one by two and came to Liu Suifeng to congratulate.

To be honest, surrounded by cheers and congratulations, Liu Suifeng watched all this and felt all this, of course, it was very refreshing.

Although he really didn't value these things before, when these things really came, Liu Suifeng didn't have a place at all, and enjoyed it naturally.

He didn't know that from time to time, just like the boxer who was still lying on the ground, he was just like them in his heart, greedy and vain, not all for the food and the thrill of fighting.

But after struggling for a while, he suddenly figured it out again and smiled with relief.

I just think that this may be like a woman's choice of mate, whether to choose bread or love, maybe this is meaningless.

Can't you just nibble on bread and enjoy love in general? Why do you have to put bread and love in opposition?

Can't you love his money as well as his people?

However, for an extreme "gold worshipper" like a blood-vomiting boxer, Liu Suifeng feels that she still needs to be educated.

The pursuit of money and fame is of course a positive and good thing, but if you are mercenary and unscrupulous for all this, it will be like the rivers and lakes that have been poured into by a large amount of capital, and it will change its taste.

"Are you okay?" Qiu Xiaolan, who was supporting Liu Suifeng, also looked at Liu Suifeng's still bleeding wound with some concern.

But I saw that as soon as he covered his wound, he looked like "help me up, I will continue to pretend to be forced", so Qiu Xiaolan hurriedly helped him up.

I was helped around for a while, and then I came to the winner's podium and smelled the mullet roe.

"Are you alright? Do you want to take care of the wound and enjoy it slowly? You are the winner, we will keep it for you. The person in charge saw that Liu Suifeng was still bleeding, and kindly reminded.

"It's okay, I'm going to eat mullet roe, help me get it right, I've been stabbed, and if I don't have anything to eat, I'm really going to die." Liu Suifeng is still obsessed.

"Okay, okay. This can only make the person in charge say helplessly, and quickly light a small fire and handle the mullet roe for Liu Suifeng.

I'm afraid that my hands will be slow, and it will not be good if Liu Suifeng really loses too much blood and dies.

How do you know that Liu Suifeng is a Qiwu person, there is a lot of blood, and it is okay to shed a bucket and a half bucket without getting in the way, and he can't eat delicious food, which makes him miserable.

He tore his clothes a little and treated the wound for a while, Liu Suifeng also endured the pain, and forced him to sit down with two snorts.

I saw that the person in charge of the spoon skillfully picked up the knife and cut half of the mullet roe into many small slices, and the sorghum wine was brushed on the small slices, and the small fire was so slightly burned, and the aroma of roasted mullet roe was instantly diffused.

This is called Liu Suifeng, who is sitting opposite, and the saliva in his mouth is faster than the blood in his left ribs.

Dong Qingshu, the audience in the audience, watching this scene, began to shout again.

Even Qiu Xiaolan, who was holding Liu Suifeng, couldn't hold back for a while, "grunted", and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"What? want to eat?" Liu Suifeng also discovered this, and turned his head slightly to look at Qiu Xiaolan on the side.