It's already getting dark.

Soto City Arena.

Cheer, roar, fight, bet.

Tang San and his entourage have been registered.

"The task I gave you is to get the Silver Fighting Soul Badge before you graduate, understand!"

"Understood!"

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Oscar stood at the door of the village, with water on the table beside him, and he held the sausages and sausages in his hands.

The sound of footsteps and heavy breathing came again.

Nineteenth lap.

He heard Blade say that if he couldn't finish forty laps, Ning Rongrong and Blade would pack up and leave.

He still didn't know why.

But it's no wonder that the dean deliberately let him go back to unlock the soul power seal, and also canceled the punishment for himself, and then let himself come here to guard and provide supplies.

The blade is a sword, and he has no ability to reply, and I heard Mr. Zhao say that he is still injured (he doesn't think it is like it); The Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda is strong, but his positioning is mainly strengthened, and Ning Rongrong cannot provide a long-distance guarantee at all.

What did they do to anger the dean?

Oscar was extremely puzzled as to why the Dean would punish them like this, and even with the supplies he provided to them, it was unlikely that they would have completed the forty laps.

"Although the dean is greedy for money, he is even more greedy for talent, how can he behave like this?"

He really misunderstood Flender, and the real culprit was actually Blade, who smiled and greeted him every time he ran over.

Seventeen turns, even his breathing would become rough and even chaotic, but every time the blade passed, he noticed that his breathing barely changed, even if it looked like the sweat had completely wet his clothes!

What makes him most helpless is that this guy is still wearing a white combat uniform with long clothes and long sleeves, which doesn't dissipate heat at all!

Blade ran past him, one less water on the table, and one of the sausage sets he had prepared in his hand were taken.

Ning Rongrong ran over with a heal breath.

Although Oscar has a direct idea of ignoring indecent behavior in his heart, his eyes are a little uncompromising.

Ning Rongrong was wearing a sundress, and the clothes on her upper body fit closely with her body under the action of sweat, revealing her figure. Chest rises and falls under heavy breathing······

The sweat is dripping, and it is a little more tempting.

Glaring at Oscar as he walked past him, Oscar smiled awkwardly.

Like Blade, she took a sausage set and a portion of water.

At first, she didn't want to eat the food made with that disgusting soul spell, but Blade threatened her, what he said.

"If you really can't hold on, I'm going to carry you through these forty laps, and don't blame me if my hand accidentally touches something that shouldn't be touched, hum hum!"

Bastard! This is a naked threat!

She took a hard bite of the recovery sausage.

Oscar saw it, and a chill suddenly felt in his heart.

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Dark place.

"Is this bastard trying to run to death?! Big brother, let's just watch like this? ”

"The sect master has an order, and he must not act unless he is forced to do so."

There was no emotion in the voice.

"However, if this continues, the young lady will ·······"

"Don't you see any difference in Miss?"

"Huh? What the? ”

"Running and running, the little witch has grown up."

"What's that?"

·········

"Shut up and read on."

……

"This Tang San! They all told him to keep his hand! ”

"Ahh

Ma Hongjun's scream.

He glared at Dai Mubai, who was sitting on his left.

"Boss Dai, what are you doing beating my thigh! It's going to scare people to death! ”

On the other side, Flender, who had made a heavy bet, smiled, and the young girl at the counter who looked at the counter with her eyes narrowed and stood on end.

"That's ····· No, there's ····· Eight laps, Miss. ”

Blade's condition was not good, and the words sweaty and sweaty were used on him a little too much, and his breathing was not messy, but it was already very rough.

Next to him was Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong's state is very bad, and her long-term pampering has led to her relatively low physical fitness. Even with Oscar's recovery package, there is a steady stream of recovery, but it is also on the verge of collapse.

If it weren't for the blade saying something encouraging to her, I'm afraid she would have passed out a long time ago.

Now her consciousness has begun to blur a little, her body is coming into her mind, and she is always urged to give up when she is tired, and her feet seem to weigh a thousand pounds.

"Is this really Miss?"

On a certain tree, an incredible voice rang out.

"So that's the fundamental reason why I'm stopping you from making a move."

Although the voice was flat, the glimmer of relief could not be concealed, he had watched this girl grow up.

"But Miss is really at the limit!"

"Hmm."

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The blade sweated like water.

His eyes looked at Ning Rongrong, her breathing was completely chaotic, looking at the eyes in front of her to spread their focus, it was really to the limit, if it weren't for that breath of unyielding, I am afraid that she would have fallen long ago.

The blade was a step behind, and his hand was raised to cover Ning Rongrong's back.

"This kid is taking advantage of Miss's danger! Lao Tzu is going to chop off his claws! ”

The voice that has been suppressed is a little higher, and it is necessary to take action.

But the next moment, his broad shoulders were held down, and he didn't deliberately exert force, but he was as heavy as a mountain.

"Lying on your stomach."

"Big brother, that little white face is not honest!"

"Read on."

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Ning Rongrong only felt that a stream of energy flowed into her body from her back, and then this energy began to turn into a trickle and began to flow in her body.

At first, she didn't feel much of it, but after a while, she felt that the fatigue in her body had disappeared a lot, and her brain gradually regained her clarity!

Those bright eyes gradually regained focus.

I can think again.

Feeling the warmth coming from behind her, she turned her head to look at the blade with difficulty: "I... Whew·· I, no... Whew··· You know! ”

"Huh? This little white... The kid has some means! ”

"Hmm."

Blade didn't withdraw his hand, and a smile appeared on his face with some difficulty: "Can't..." Whew··· No matter what... Whew, if, whew, you lie down, whew, I have to, whew, pack your bags, leave. ”

This guy ·····

Ning Rongrong didn't speak again, it would be harder to speak, and she put her gaze back to the front.

That stream of soul power was still flowing through his body, and in addition to eliminating some of her exhaustion, it also sped up heat dissipation.

She felt like she was coming back to life.

The blade's breath sped up a bit, which was not an easy task!

"Put, get your dirty hands away!"

Ning Rongrong said with difficulty, and he sensed that the blade's breathing was speeding up. This is obviously abnormal, after dozens of laps, this bastard has been saying some "encouraging" words to her, and I haven't seen him gasp so much, it must be related to the present!

"Wait a little longer... After a while, you adjust·· Breathe. ”

This guy is still holding on······

Ning Rongrong didn't waste time, her breathing was indeed still chaotic, and he couldn't finish the rest of the way without adjusting.

Oscar was really shocked, he was not surprised that the blade could hold on until now, but Ning Rongrong, who looked soft and weak, was still insisting, which really shocked him.

Is this really Ning Rongrong, who became a deserter before he ran two steps?!

The footsteps came again.

He has prepared the water and recovery package.

"Well, why is Ning Rongrong running in front? She seems to be in a much better state than the last time she arrived. ”

Oscar was surprised.

The blade's hand hadn't been taken away yet, and there was still some way to go before Ning Rongrong could finish the rest of the way.

The two of them were much slower than they had been at the beginning, and they looked like they weren't far from Oscar, but it took some time to get to him.

When he arrived at the supply point, Ning Rongrong took away a pot of water and two recovery packages in Ao Aika's hand.

Oscar opened his mouth, and when he saw the blade's hand covering Ning Rongrong's back, he immediately understood.

It's not that Ning Rongrong wants to take revenge on the blade, but the blade can't make a move.

"It seems that Ning Rongrong's recovery of state has something to do with Blade."

Watching the two leave, it was Oscar who said softly.

Finally, Blade withdrew his hand.

"Here you go!"

Ning Rongrong held Oscar's big sausage and small sausage in his hand and handed it over.

Blade took it.

"Water!"

Blade took it.

"Thank you."

Blade drank the water, and the sausage vanished from his hand.

Ning Rongrong didn't look back, her already red face turned red again.

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One lap.

One lap.

Another lap·····

Each time is slower than the last.

"Whew...... Whew......"

Ning Rongrong's eyes were a little blurry.

There was a white blur on her right hand, and a blur of figure in front of her.

"Finally... A little more! ”

Ning Rongrong heard it.

This is the last lap······

"It's here!"

Ning Rongrong's eyes darkened when he heard these two words, and he fell forward.

Blade was unexpectedly quick to hold her, Oscar was startled, he subconsciously took a few steps forward to hold her, and slowed down.

The blade let Ning Rongrong lean on him and lay half-lying, and then said to Oscar: "Water." ”

Oscar hurriedly took the water and handed it to Blade.

Blade gently pressed the kettle to her mouth and fed her water.

Almost later, the blade slowly laid her flat.

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