White and black are boring colors, but today it has brought a strong impact on the people of the capital, especially the red ones.

Beiwari is even more lively than in the first lunar month. Unlike in the first lunar month, the bustle at this time is mixed with tension and excitement, just like fireworks and firecrackers set off.

Countless people stood around Cuju railings, some muttered to themselves and some waved their hands, whether they were ordinary or gorgeous, whether they were older or young, or even women shouted loudly, swearing vulgarly, and the winter was steaming.

The Cuju match on the field has reached its last moment, and the exact same score of Dahong stimulates everyone's heart.

"Jindou, Jindou, come down."

"Young master, I can still kick..."

"Go away, don't delay things...Switch people..."

"Mr. Minghui, we are gone..."

Hearing this, Chu Minghui turned his head and stared. One of his eyes had turned blue. He looked a little funny at this time. I don’t know if he fell to the ground and touched him or someone’s arm... It doesn’t matter, as long as there is no broken bone.

There are many people who have ended up in the injury now, but no one left, but sat aside, with the doctors taking and drinking medicine. When they heard that there was no one, the teenagers immediately struggled to stand up again.

"I'm OK..."

"I've had enough rest."

Jiang Zhaozi even jumped out of the brothers with a splint on his legs, and his face turned red and shouted loudly.... The boy who was kicked down and knocked to tears at first had already dared to go on stage with a splint in a short time.

"Although these two brothers in my family are not as good as Zhaozi, they are OK." A young master of the Jiang family said. The two teenagers behind him were a little nervous and eager to try.

Although the young people in the Jiang family were not willing to be here at the beginning, they no longer distinguish between you and me.

The inquiry was messy, but all eyes were concentrated on a boy, waiting for his answer.

Unlike everyone's embarrassment, the boy was messy but unscathed, clean and as if he was on the sidelines. He smiled slightly at this time: "No, we are enough."

Are these? One person missing.

"Master Xue." said Mr. Jiang, with a serious expression, "The last step is very important, don't be impatient."

Xue Qing smiled and said, "Yes, we know." He looked at the teenagers around him, "Is it okay?"

Zhang Shuangtong was grabbing her scattered hair and tied it up again. Hearing this, he said, "Sanchilang, don't underestimate others, who has any problems? I'm..."

"A genius of art science, prodigy..." Chu Minghui shouted, ran past him, raised his arm to hit him, "Okay, prodigy, don't clean up your hair like a slut...it's still messy anyway."

Zhang Shuangtong spat, turned around and ran while still tied his hair, and threw his eyes outside the field. The screams of women sounded outside the field, and the shouts of Young Master Shuangtong were faintly shouting.

Yes...Is his name already known to everyone?

The other teenagers also smiled and went on stage. Xue Qing slowly stepped behind, and the Xiliang teenagers also gathered in the field. The last game was in!

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"Yanzi." Young Master Jiang turned his head and said anxiously, "This is not possible. You are familiar with them, so please persuade him..." Before he finished speaking, he was stunned, and there was no Pei Yanzi behind him.

Yi? Where is the person?

"Young Master Yanzi said it's meaningless. You'll go to have dinner when you're hungry." Xiao Shutong said.

What does it mean if it doesn’t mean? Young Master Jiang was shocked. Are you destined to lose?

There was a noise on the sidelines.

The boys in black shirts started running on the field.

Xue Qing, who was originally behind, had already arrived ahead, and his thin figure turned into a sharp arrow. The young men running behind him were also dazzling, as if thousands of arrows were firing at once... and collided with the young men in white robe who were rushing forward like shield armor.

The yard of tramps is like fireworks blooming.

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With a puff, blood gushed out instantly, and the man on the striking rack shook violently, and the painful cry echoed indoors.

As a doctor, I am used to life and death and various injuries, but at this moment I still couldn't help but be frightened and my hands trembled.

A pen with flesh and blood was pulled out, Duan Shan stood aside and threw the pen on the table.

Pens of all sizes rolled down on the table, all stained with blood.

"Sir, this is not the case either." The doctor said tremblingly.

Without Duan Shan's instructions, the injured man tied to the punishment rack was lifted and carried out by the jailer. Another man was taken in and tied up. Although the man was blindfolded, he was frightened by the continuous howling of pain. His mouth was blocked and he wailed, and his body struggled even more. This struggle was useless in the hands of the two jailers who were like black towers.

Duan Shan reached out and twisted his hand on the table casually, saying, "The pen has been used up, let's try this." Under the torches on both sides, a thin small paper-cut bamboo knife turned in his hand.

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The screams suddenly rose up in the field and then gathered like waves.

The shouts around were like waves, and the people in front of him were also like waves. Suo Shengxuan looked at the boy in black shirt who was getting closer and closer to his sight. He should have rushed backwards, left and right or straight forward, but the boy who was obviously running from the front made the surroundings solidify, and he was nailed to the ground and unable to move...

"Be careful with your Highness!"

There were shouts coming around.

Suo Shengxuan looked at the boy in black clothes near him and jumped up suddenly, smashing down like a wave.

Then he fell down and fell heavily to the ground. The ground seemed to be filled with sea water, swallowing him and throwing him up and rolling... Without falling straight to the ground, his hands held his body.

A boy smiled on his head.

"Young Master Suo, is it okay."

Suo Shengxuan was placed on the ground without a violent collision. He was as soft as grass. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the ball that was originally under his feet flying back. Under the ball, several boys in black shirts ran wildly. The boys in white robes surrounded him, but they were still one step late. A boy in black shirt jumped up, raised his foot, and kicked the ball hard in the air...

The falling ball drew a beautiful and sharp arc and rushed into the high goal post.

The surrounding mountains and tsunamis are thundering.

The boy smiled again, and slapped Suo Shengxuan, who was sitting on the ground, "We won." He stood up straight, took a step back and bowed, "I gave in."

He was polite and stormy in the wind around him, and he was like a trickle of the ground.

Suo Shengxuan looked at him, his eyes were bright, and the corners of his mouth were flattened: "Young Master Qingzi, you scared me." His face was full of grievance.

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Cheers were overwhelming in the railings.

"I actually won."

Kang Dai stood on the high platform next to the railing and seemed to be shaken by the sound waves and stood unsteadily, watching the count of one point difference.

The old servant was also surprised: "Yes, not only won, but also was unscathed."

The two looked at the field, and some of the boys in black shirts were lying on the ground, while others waved their arms and ran wildly, echoing the hustle and bustle of the sidelines. Only one boy stood quietly and waved his hands in front of him, which seemed to be enough to drive away the fatigue.

"It's incredible." Kang Dai murmured.

This Xue Qing is amazing.

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With a sizzling sound, the twitching man's clothes were torn apart, revealing his bloody abdomen. The wound here was not big. He reached out and pressed it up with one hand, and suddenly penetrated the blade. The blood suddenly gushed out, and the flesh flipped open. The twitching man let out a howl and shook violently. He fainted after fainting.

Duan Shan took his hand back, looked at the blood on it, and then turned to look at the other hand. There was no blood in this hand. His slender fingers pinched a thin piece of bamboo, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"It's really unbelievable," he said, "it turned out to be a paper cutter."
Chapter completed!