Chapter 387: Counterattack (3)

Just thinking about it, the three of them were as high as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

Zhuohua moved his wrist, and the whole person was full of energy.

Anyway, this time, she has to win.

This ring is extremely casual, and it doesn't have such and such rules like other competitions.

Therefore, this also shows that on this stage, there is no restriction on what method you use, even if it is using talismans and pills. What's more, use a hidden weapon to poison ...... It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter if you live or die.

The winner is king.

The loser is the loser.

Zhuohua's fingers curled slightly, she lowered her head, but her eyes quietly glanced at the people.

She felt the murderous aura coming from there, but it didn't seem to be in everyone.

Still won't let her go?

The scorching teeth bit his lower lip lightly, and his face turned slightly pale.

Even though she doesn't have any friendship with a few people now, she still can't help but feel a little chilly. www.. m..

Is this what is called human nature?

Zhuohua couldn't help but fall into deep doubt.

Perhaps this thing was too complicated, and Zhuohua felt a thick layer of mist in front of his eyes, covering everything out. So that she can't see, also, can't touch.

"Then, the competition now officially begins!"

The loud cheers forcibly pulled Zhuohua's distracted consciousness back.

Zhuohua shook his head, as if he wanted to shake off all those messy thoughts.

In any case, being beaten passively is not her character.

Zhuohua's eyes lit up.

If they really have something in mind, don't blame her, she is ruthless.

Zhuohua exhaled lightly, flew towards the ring on tiptoe, and then landed lightly on the ring.

She is like a fairy who has come out of a painting, and her every move is provocative and beautiful.

The people below couldn't help but let out a gasp.

The first person to appear on the stage was a scholar, who was dressed in a white robe and held a paper fan in his hand, and walked on the stage leisurely.

It can be said that he really came up to the stage this time.

The scholar swallowed.

He could only rejoice that his clothes were wide enough to cover his trembling legs like chaff, so that he was not so ashamed.

But even so, he is obviously a lot shorter than Zhuo Hua in terms of momentum.

Everyone thought what a powerful person he would be, and when they saw the scholar, everyone couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

For a while, everyone's hearts were biased towards Zhuohua's side.

"A game is the time of a stick of incense, during this period, you can't take the initiative to admit defeat, and you can't jump out of the ring halfway. It doesn't end unless one of the parties dies. When the time is up, if both sides are alive, the victory or defeat of both sides is judged according to the severity of the injuries sustained by both sides. ”

When the scholar heard this, his legs and stomach couldn't help but tremble.

Many thoughts crossed his mind.

Dong Ke asked him to be the first person to play, saying that it was to let him consume Zhuohua's physical strength.

So, what about himself?

Did Dong Ke think about what he would face?

Will it just die here?

He doesn't know?

Or, don't care at all?

This realization made his heart feel like falling into an ice cellar, and in an instant, a chill from the inside out. Genius one second to remember 噺バ壹 Chinese m.x/8/1/z//o/m/

He suddenly realized that not leaving with Huzi seemed to be a wrong choice.

His boss is no longer the boss he once was.

Their regiment is no longer the regiment it once was.