Torn together with Fang Shue, Meng Lang, and being surrounded by Lime, Mu Cheng and others to watch the Moon God hunt in their hands, the next second they heard this sentence that made their smiles disappear, Fang Ran said in a serious voice:

"Can you not go?"

"No, you can't."

Fang Ran: "......"

Then he was met with a second reply with a smile from the resuscitator.

In all fairness, Fang Ran can understand why there is such a link, strictly speaking, the national war is a competition between the official forces of the participants, showing the strength of the two sides, although it is inevitable that there will be a smell of gunpowder, but everyone is representing the forces of various countries, and there is still a lot of work to be done on the scene.

It's just that Fang Ran really didn't want to face the three people he had just pitted with his face.

Especially at the last second of the end of the rank battle, although he didn't see much of the darkness in front of him at that time, the black sexy lace that seemed to have been studied next to a hot spring...

I always feel embarrassed and can't breathe.

And seeing his stiff expression that he had already begun to think about how to slip away, Fuxing smiled helplessly, the hand that was extremely suitable for the beautiful president in the black suit was on his waist, and the other hand was on his forehead and smiled:

"I can understand your concerns, junior brother Fang Ran, after all, you just used that method to eliminate the other two, it will inevitably be a little embarrassing to meet at this time, speaking of which, you don't need to go to this exchange meeting most of the time."

"That..."

"But that's based on the premise that both sides already know each other, this time not only are all newcomers we sent, but the other side also has faces that have never seen each other..."

Thinking back to the awe-inspiring and resolute courage in the battle just now, and then looking at the retreating appearance in front of him, whether he should say that he was fighting back to his original form or a fraud, he sighed helplessly:

"And most importantly, with the intensity of the battle just now, do you think it's appropriate for you to go, little brother Fang Ran?"

"Hehe, don't worry, Xiao Fang, you can see the A-level of both of us in your communication room~"

What reassures me about your words!

Listening to Fang Shu's evil smile that added fuel to the fire, Fang Ran suddenly felt that the body on the other side was locked by Meng Lang.

"Let's talk about it first, brother, when it comes to national honor, you don't want to slip away this time, you can honestly bear the responsibility of the mastermind for me, don't worry, I, an accomplice who doesn't know anything, won't say a word for a while."

So what reassures me about what you said!!

There is no way, it involves righteousness, Fang Ran already understands that it seems that it is impossible to escape, before making this plan, he thought that everyone would never see each other again after this fight, so after making a fuss, he never expected this kind of operation.

"Little... Small or..."

So Fang Ran could only cast his abandoned puppy-like eyes on Gou Yu, with the expectation of 'will you help me hold up the scene for a while' written on his face, and then saw Gou Yu awkwardly pretending not to see it and looking away.

"That's... Captain, I helped you get a new suit. ”

Fang Ran, his heart was like a dead .jpg

However, the only fortunate thing is that the place for the post-war communication (talking about the scene) session is not a physical area like a viewing room, and it does not have the ability to stand and talk in the air like the A-class boss, but it is actually a long-range arcane projection here.

Fang Ran, who learned this, breathed a sigh of relief slightly, fortunately, he didn't have to meet in person.

Of course, it's definitely not that Fang Ran is afraid of being beaten...

It's just that when he, Meng Lang, and Gou Yu were in a separate room separated from the viewing room, after activating the remote arcane projection and opening their eyes, they looked down at their hands that had no false light and transparent at all, and the nearby scene of two rooms with different styles being half put together, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch violently.

What's the difference between this and meeting a real person! (Covering his face and running in tears)

Then the two-meter-tall black sunglasses hunk was not hostile, but rather quite frank and admiring a calm and hoarse voice nodded,

"Convincing, whether it is the plan or the strength worthy of the night device, quite an amazing performance, the successor of the group, Fang Ran, I remember this name."

and Neil on the side recovered the silent face, and whispered silently and plainly,

"I won't despise your existence next time, I hope to meet you in the scene one day."

After saying this, Fang Ran, who was under a lot of pressure, stretched his face and nodded his head as he tried to get closer to the high cold aura of Su Qun,

I was embarrassed to say that I didn't understand what they were saying...

Gritting his teeth slightly and tearing up in his heart, thinking that the elder brother, Xiao or these two unconscionable guys really didn't say a word to the baby, Fang Ran felt the gaze that came from those blue eyes just now, and seemed to be holding on to a calm look, and silently bit the tip of his tongue.

Due to the failure of the previous insurance measures, the restlessness that belongs to every normal boy, the more Fang Ran controls himself not to think about it, the more he thinks of the more and more perfect black hazy pictures made up by his brain, resulting in the end he can only use his other big killer mind memory blind a few PS techniques - forced calm!

Wear the old brother bad omen, wear the old brother bad omen, wear the old brother bad omen, wear the old brother bad omen, wear the bad omen, wear the bad omen, wear the bad omen, wear the old brother wear the bad o!!men, wear the old brother bad omen, wear the old brother bad omen, wear the bad omen, wear

Meng Lang beside him suddenly felt a chill, and looked at Fang Ran, who seemed calm next to him in surprise but knew that he hadn't even passed the fourth level, and he must not have understood a word.

I always feel like my brother is thinking about something that he owes a beating.... Delusion...

"Next time..."

Meng Lang and Gou Yu, who were paddling, had nothing to say, and Fang Ran, the victor, could also say nothing, following Leonidas and Neil, Osfiya clenched his palms and trembled in a low voice, raised his blue eyes and took one last look at Fang Ran, and then turned around and left with brilliant blonde hair.

"I'm not going to lose."

This sentence she deliberately used in Chinese.

And seeing her figure slowly turn into arcane light chips and disappear, Leonidas and Neil also slowly cut off the arcane projection, Meng Lang glanced back and forth, keenly aware that there seemed to be a different atmosphere, and poked his elbow at Fang Ran, who was actually madly silently reciting the forced calm spell in his heart.

"Hey, brother, how do you feel about being hated by a foreign beauty, I'll tell Sister Xiaoran when I go back, saying that you are messing with flowers outside."

"Damn, brother, can you be a person!?"

On the other side, after the remote communication of the arcane projection, Osfia left the room without saying a word and walked towards the exit of the viewing area,

There's no more to her here.

It was only at the end of the corridor where oil paintings hung on the walls that the long white-gold hair appeared in the field of vision, and the figure that she had been hiding from the end of the rank battle suddenly panicked.

"Ancestors... I..."

The voice trembled, and the words didn't know where to start, Osfiya, who was calm and resolute just now, was like a little girl who didn't know how to face her parents after failing the test.

Self-blame, remorse, and unwillingness were mixed together to become sour and bitter, obviously with the reminder of the ancestors, obviously with the white wings given by the teacher, and clutching the cuffs of the dress, Osfiya never felt that it was such a difficult thing to speak.

Obviously, he was chasing the line of words in the note, and he finally saw the object of his longing, but all the time he had spent was unable to achieve his desire to show his best side.

I'm so unwilling... I'm so unwilling....

Just looking at her figure with her head down, Le Guien slowly walked in front of her, her eyes moist and overflowing with grievances and wanted to cry.

Osfia suddenly felt the warmth of being gently embraced.

It was not comfort but a soft praise from the heart, just the presence of a word could illuminate Osfia like the sun, and the moment she bit her lip and couldn't hold it anymore, she heard Le Guien's voice relieved and proud.

"Hard work is never in vain, you've done a great job over the years, Aophe."

Nearly ten years of hard work, the time engraved in only his own memory, at the moment when he finally got the recognition of the person he longed for,

Even the tears became worth it.

Ending with the collision of the power of the Sevenfold Arcane Ring, the Zero Rider White Wing, the Demonic Radiance Yuzuru, and the Moon God Hunt, that rank battle, whether it was the other party or Osfia, had the meaning of each doing their best.

The promise that was chuckled in the sunshine of the ward, the determination made up on the cross-border train, and shined in this C-level battle, in fact, the reason for the two of them was unexpectedly a...

They all want to move forward towards what they want and work harder.

It's like holding his Tang knife for the person who can't play, and on the other hand, he is carrying the glory of belonging to the nobility that has been handed down from a hundred years ago, even if the weight is not equal.

But perhaps, as the queen said in the narrow room of the battlefield a hundred years ago, there are things that are not big or small,

There is only this vision, and there is no falsehood...