At this moment, the more stubborn An Zheng is, the more distressed the people who care about him, and the happier the people who hate him. Because everyone can see that An Zheng at this moment no longer even has the strength to move, and he won, just because Cheng Dahai is unwilling to play hard.

An Zheng clenched his fists and leaned over: "I'm sorry senior brother, I can't lose." ”

"Why?"

Cheng Dahai asked puzzled.

"What is it that makes you even care about your own life?"

"Wife. ”

An Zheng straightened up, but began to cough violently again. The sound of his cough seemed to make everyone tremble, and everyone could feel the expansion and contraction of their lungs under the violent coughing. Because of coughing, An Zheng, who had just stood up straight, had to lie down, and his last hand supported the ground to squat without falling directly to the ground.

Coughing up blood, he looked even weaker and paler, but he was even more stubborn.

But he didn't have to.

"Is this the limit?"

An Zheng asked himself, but he knew that it was not, and he could still hold on.

He sat on the eight-fold black ruler on the ground, and smiled at Qu Xiangnuan a little apologetically: "I'm sorry sir......"

Qu Xiangnuan: "Do you want to quit?"

An Zheng shook his head: "It's not quitting, I just want to say that my body is indeed a little unwell now, and I have to sit and fight when the next senior brother who fights with me comes over...... Besides, if there is any inconsiderate manners, I hope that the senior brothers and brothers will not blame me. ”

A fierce anger rose in Qu Xiangnuan's heart, and his voice, which had always been gentle, began to sharpen: "Why do you think you can still fight? Why do you think you can win while sitting?"

An Zheng said apologetically: "Sir, do you think it's too rude for me to sit? ”

He staggered to his feet with a black weight in his hand, and his body swayed greatly.

"Fight!"

A girl shouted with tears in her eyes: "No matter what you fight for, you can't fight anymore." Wouldn't it be a pity if you died in the middle of your quest for your goal?!"

She didn't know An Zheng, and she didn't know why she was crying. She just unconsciously seemed to feel the stubbornness in the young man's bones, and felt his palm stretched out into the distance. In that untouchable place, there seemed to be a fair-skinned and beautiful girl's hand waiting for him to take it. Girls are always moved by such feelings.

"Go back and rest, you've earned everyone's respect!"

"yes, go back, don't fight anymore. ”

There are also others who scoff.

"Pretending to be, it's just a show, deliberately trying to win sympathy. He won just now by relying on Bo Sympathy, if Cheng Dahai hadn't let him, wouldn't he still be able to beat a sick ghost?"

"It's just, it's just a show. This kind of person is actually the most hateful, he actually has no ability at all, and he relies on selling pity to gain sympathy. ”

", don't be pretentious about that. ”

As is often the case, when girls begin to show sympathy or admiration or even admiration for a boy, most boys start to become aggressive.

An Zheng still saluted politely with his fists clenched, looked around, swayed, and stood there like a tumbler.

Qu Xiangnuan suddenly realized his gaffe just now, and quickly adjusted his emotions. But fortunately, the hoarse and sharp question just now may also be understood by others as concern and love for An Zheng. he

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