"If you don't want to compete, just stay here and have a good rest. After playing for so many years, you are also tired. Jennifer's beautiful girl mother put her fingertips on her daughter's shoulder and patted it, and there was finally a look similar to heartache in her smiling eyes. After that faint smile, she staggered Jennifer's shoulders and opened the door and went out.

The moment Jennifer turned his back to his mother, tears began to roll in his eyes. Finally, big tears rolled down and dripped onto the hem of her goose-yellow robe, fainting into one small circle after another.

She moved her lips, and the word "Mom" smacked on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't burst out.

The door clicked shut, followed by the sound of "Didi" buttons. Ms. Yang shielded Jennifer's genetic identification traits and placed her under house arrest in a bathroom.

When Jennifer came in, there was no strict restriction on genetic identification characteristics, and only needed more than 98% genetic similarity to open the password lock. She and her mother's genes, combination locks are all recognizable. After Yang Min limited the genetic recognition characteristics, only she could open it.

When Jennifer will come out is up to her mother.

The moment the door was locked, Jennifer's calmness and self-control in front of her mother collapsed in an instant. She squatted on the ground with a dejected face, her hands on her knees, her head buried in the crook of her arms, and her whole body trembled from crying. The back of her mother, in her imagination, is cold and arrogant, like the silhouette of a white swan on a pure black background. And she is just the ugly duckling at the foot of the silhouette, who can't even look up.

The world was pitch black, so chaotic that she couldn't see where the starlight was, and she couldn't think of any way to save Mu Cheng.

When the "white swan" turned to leave, he didn't notice a wisp of white smoke coming from the bathroom. There are a lot of people who come here to smoke when they watch the game and shout hoarsely, and these old men don't care about their voices, and they are happy to smoke and be more dumb. Not happy, only this swan princess with a snow-white dress. She was so disgusted by the cigarettes that could spoil her dress that she quickly ducked.

She hates nicotine!

The man who was smoking was watching the game with his eyes half-squinted, and he didn't even glance at the "white swan". He wore a hairband on his forehead, and all kinds of patriotic totems were painted on his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, except for those smoky willow-like eyes, it was almost impossible to see what he looked like.

The group brawl has smashed the Dragon Ball arena into a mecha scrap center, and the mechs lying on the ground in various paralyzed positions are still struggling with sparks. Elsa's werewolf mechs are out of action, and the rat boy is about to fall apart, sparking in the group of mechs besieging him.

The werewolf, who was aroused by the murderous instinct, suddenly did not have to fight, and turned to attack his teammates - beating each other.

In this game, there is no winning or losing, it is clearly a trick to kill everything.

The man smoking outside the bathroom stole a temporary ID and sent a text message to Dorner, the ID number was passing by the "white swan" next to him: "The Flying Squirrels have applied for additional reserve players to play, and you have signed and agreed." If you don't play a full 90 minutes, you will be burned. You don't know your test specimen too well, and they won't give up until they burn out every last drop of blood. ”

In the twelfth preparation area, Dorner sat in front of the live video, pressing his lips and his fingers trembling, and his panicked eyes didn't know where to go for help. How could she have thought that the tide of battle would turn in the air and become what it is now......

In the past, no matter how big the basket she poked, Bu Changqing carried it. This time, she made such a big deal on her own initiative, and she didn't know how to end it at all.

That newsletter couldn't have come at a better time.

The six gods and no masters, Dornar, received a text message and grabbed a life-saving straw. She couldn't lift her fingers, and it took a lot of effort to click on the message. After reading it, her little heart, which hung over her throat, finally fell firmly back into her chest cavity and was installed.

"Changqing......" Duo Na didn't care whether her little heart was on the left or the right, and she didn't look at the source, so she thought it was a text message sent to her by Bu Changqing. She pressed the rhythmic heartbeat in her chest, and let out a long sigh of relief, even if it was settled.

Two minutes later, the voice of the "Celestial" announced on the dome of the arena: "Each side of the game will add one reserve player, and the winner will be determined after 90 minutes".

The iron door of the beast cage-style elevator was raised, and each side added a mecha. "Aisha Dance Steps" is a purple medium-sized mech with a scorpion-like mechanical tail behind it; The "Flying Squirrel Team" appeared on the same angel fangs as Mu Cheng - a heavy flying squirrel mecha supported by an exoskeleton with angel fangs, numbered 0.

The rats couldn't beat the werewolves, the mecha was paralyzed on the ground and couldn't move, all the senses were blurred, and they were about to die. The werewolf mecha that was still besieging the rat boy abandoned the rat boy at the moment when the reserve team came on the field, and approached the fresh target. Forced by the strong aura of the living target, they only dared to approach him and surround him, but they didn't dare to fight like this.

In his vague senses, Mu Cheng saw the angel fangs of the same mecha on the field, and he didn't have to guess what was going on. "Ah Yun", who said that he wanted to meet him on the field, would meet him in such a form - a reserve member of the Flying Squirrel Team, which was an ending that he could never have imagined.

The man who was leaning next to the bathroom and smoking a cigarette raised his eyebrows, took the last puff of his cigarette, spat out a smoke ring in the direction of the angel's fangs, turned and walked to the door of the bathroom where the "White Swan" had stayed, pulled out a very thin wire from the lighter, wedged it into the gap between the gene lock and the door panel, and poked it.

The gene lock "smack", sparks, and "click" fell off the door frame.

The man reached out and grabbed the genetic lock that had fallen from the door, didn't let it hit the ground, put the thumb-sized genetic lock into the pocket of the dress like a chocolate or a postcard, pushed open the bathroom door, and walked in.

"Mom!" Jennifer, who was crying so darkly, stood up with a "boom", turned her face and was dumbfounded.

'Shouting Daddy!' 'Mommy' is a title that doesn't suit me very well. The man turned around and locked the door, took out the genetic lock that had been removed from the door, repaired it, and put it back on from the inside. Remember, don't install it outside when you lock it in the future, it's safer to install it this way. As he set up the genetic code, he turned back and smiled at Jennifer.

Jennifer's face was stunned, and she lifted the folded skirt and stepped back step by step, until finally she couldn't retreat and pressed her back against the pink wall.

"What do you want to do?" She held her breath and asked,

"I don't want to do anything." After the man finished installing the genetic lock, he walked over to the makeup mirror, swirled the ruby green velvet chair and sat down, took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it. "Something to discuss with you?"

"What...... What's up? Jennifer didn't know what his last name was, and he wanted to go back again, so that his waist was straight against the pink wall.

"Send a text message to Bao Erye and ask him to find a way to stop the first match." The man was smoking a cigarette idly, his eyes raised a little to look at Jennifer, how could there be any discussion, it was purely an order, okay?

His words poured into Jennifer's ears in the form of an empowerment. Jennifer blurted out a "good" word in his head, and then reacted that it was wrong, and immediately repented, and asked him, "Why should I listen to you?" ”

"You tell Second Master Bao, Bu Changqing asked you to send a text message. Do you want him to know for himself, and you don't need to make decisions for him? The man magically conjured a box of chocolates out of his pocket and threw it to Jennifer. Let's have something to eat. I've been crying for a long time, and I'm tired. ”

Jennifer slapped his hands into the air and caught the chocolate. She looked at Bu Changqing in a daze for a long time, didn't know him, looked at him hesitantly, and finally clicked on the address book to send a text message to Bao Erye, and said in her heart: "Why didn't I think of looking for Bao Erye......"