Qin Ling's handsome side face cast a halo of light under the dim light. He was sitting on the sofa, his two slender arms resting on his legs, and his back curved in neat lines.

While watching the competition on the ring, the feet wearing Martin boots were still tapping the rhythm on the ground.

The few people standing behind him whom he had seen last time in the late Tang Dynasty were from the Qinling Guards.

Tang Mo put her hands in her pockets and immediately thought of a feasible way. She knew where to get the first start-up capital!

She found the stairs leading to the stands on the second floor and slipped up quietly.

At the entrance to the stairs on the second floor, two men in black clothes were guarding there.

One of them had never seen Tang Mo before and saw a beautiful girl sneaking upstairs. He thought she was another passionate fan of their boss and immediately prepared to stop her with his arms.

The other hurriedly blocked his companion behind him,

"Hello, sister-in-law!"

"Shh!" Tang Mo bent down and gestured to the two of them.

The stand on the second floor is so conspicuous that you can only be blocked by the fence if you bend down.

He compared himself with his hands and then compared them with the Qinling Mountains.

The young man in black immediately understood and gave way to let his sister-in-law pass.

At the end of Tang Dynasty, he bent down and reached behind Qinling's sofa, squatted down, and his whole body was blocked by the large sofa.

"Hello."

At the end of Tang Dynasty, he hit Qinling's shoulder with his finger.

"You... don't you feel uncomfortable squatting? I'll move you a little bit."

When Qin Ling turned around and saw his wife squatting pitifully on the ground, he couldn't help but feel funny. He moved and left a small space on the single sofa.

"There doesn't seem to be enough room, so you might as well sit on my lap."

Qin Ling sat back down again.

"Don't be poor, lend me two crystal stones." Tang Mo stretched out his little hand.

Her father passed away early, and it was the first time in her life that she asked a boy for money, and she felt really embarrassed.

No matter, when she was in the cave, she gave Qin Ling a lot of her own treasures, so it didn't matter if she took a few of his crystal nuclei.

"Two dollars?"

Looking at the white and tender little hand that Tang Mo stretched out, Qin Ling couldn't help but reach out and pat it, and then gave the person next to him a look.

The boy in black immediately handed over a large backpack. Qin Ling opened the bag and took out two bags and threw them to Tang Mo.

"If it's not enough, don't worry about it. Send me a message and I'll find someone to deliver it to you."

Tang Mo glanced at it and saw that the bag was very familiar. It was the same as the one given by Uncle Wen last time.

Each bag is configured with two intermediate crystal nuclei and thirty primary crystal nuclei.

"That's enough, let's go, thank you."

At the end of Tang Dynasty, he was satisfied and had the starting capital!

This feeling of falling in love with a rich second generation, don't say it, it's quite good once you get used to it?

"Leaving now? Woman, you are too heartless! Stay with me for a while."

After hearing that Tang Mo said she was leaving, Qin Ling suddenly became anxious and subconsciously turned around to hold her.

He hasn't seen her since he came to S base at the end of Tang Dynasty. It's hard to see her now, and he really can't bear to let her leave so soon.

The anxious look on Qin Ling's face was undisguised, shocking the group of boys around him.

They have been on so many missions with Qinling. When have they ever seen Qinling look like this?

They all secretly warned themselves that they must be more respectful to their sister-in-law next time they see her!

Tang Mo looked at the expression on Qin Ling's face, and the sweetness in his heart rose. He was completely reluctant to let go of his hand and hold his hand to make him sad.

He looked around and saw that several girls wearing skirts and knee-high boots in the stands opposite were already looking in his direction.

Tang Mo thought for a moment, then used the hand that was not pulled out to put the wide hat that came with his sweatshirt on his head with one hand.

Then he stood up, turned around, and Qin Ling took his arm and sat directly in Qin Ling's arms, with his back to the stands over there.

The big hats covered the faces of Tang Mo and Qin Ling. Tang Mo's face came closer and kissed Qin Ling's lips.

Qin Ling was shocked by this set of operations and did not react for two seconds.

After he reacted, he immediately wrapped his arms tightly around Tang Mo's tight waist hidden under the loose clothes and kissed him back.

The two people continued to kiss in front of everyone, as if no one else was watching.

The guys in black turned their heads in all directions, even wishing they could disappear.

"I'll keep the one wearing clothes for a while and treat it as the crystal core I returned to you."

After the kiss, Tang Mo, who still had the blush on his face, leaned into Qin Ling's ear and said.

Then he immediately stood up, grabbed his hat and slipped away from the stairs, drowning in the crowd on the first floor.

Qin Ling licked the corners of his mouth and felt as if his arms were suddenly empty.

Looking at Tang Mo's disappearing figure, his face was filled with a smile that couldn't be hidden.

I'm really worried, I have to marry him and bring him home as soon as possible.

He threw the bag he had just stuffed aside on the ground and said, "Take these to the clothed man on the platform."

At this time, the two people who were fighting when Tang Mo first entered were no longer in the arena.

"But... the one on the opposite side seems to be more powerful."

A young man in black behind him couldn't help but said, you know there are dozens of bags in that bag.

That's a huge sum of money, is it really going to be wasted like this?

The two men on the stage had just come on stage, one was shirtless and covered in tendons.

The other one was still wearing a shirt. He was thin and small, with a stooped back and no fighting spirit at all, as if someone forced him to come on stage.

Taking the stage in the arena is voluntary, and the winning side can take 100 percent of their stage as a reward for their victory.

Obviously, this man wearing clothes does not look like a champion.

"Can what I say be questioned?"

Qin Ling didn't look at the person who spoke, spread his arms and leaned against the sofa.

There seemed to be a violent storm hidden in the calm tone, as if it could swallow people up in the next second.

The temperament around him instantly changed from an innocent and shy little boy to a Shura who had just stepped out of the hell field.

Everyone in the stands shivered involuntarily.

"Go down and receive your punishment yourself."

After saying that, Qin Ling closed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.

There was deathly silence, no one dared to say a word, and the sound of breathing was kept to a minimum.

Over there, Tang Mo had already taken off his hat in the crowd, found a random platform on the ring, and then took out a bag of crystal nuclei and pressed it on the photo of the man in clothes.

She originally wanted to put down both bags, but the feeling of having no money was too uncomfortable. She couldn't tolerate any mistakes and had to leave some escape route for herself.

She had already seen the two men on the stage when she just went up the stairs.

Anyone could tell that the naked man covered in tendons was a strength player. Being able to kill a cow with one punch was really no joke nowadays.

As for the short man wearing clothes, Tang Mo could probably tell from his pace that he was probably majoring in agility.

Tang Mo could see this, and so could other thoughtful people.

Generally speaking, in a 1v1 situation in a fixed small area, power players have the advantage.

If Tang Mo wasn't a big spiritual guy, she probably would have thought that big guy would win.

But her keen mental power felt the same kind of atmosphere.

Everyone may have some mental power attribute values, but the lower ones will have less fluctuation.

But that short man was different. When Tang Mo's spiritual power was detected, he felt a spiritual power that was much stronger than the others.

It should be over a hundred, Tang Mo judged.

If mental strength is combined with agility, then strength alone is definitely not enough.

Tang Mo's own agility was also very high, and she was consciously improving it. She knew very well how powerful the effect of mental power and agility combined was.

As for the reason why the man pretended to be weak, he naturally hoped that more people would place bets, so that he could get more crystal cores if he won.

You must know that players who compete in the arena are not forced to pay extra fees. No one is a fool. If they are really weak, who can pay for a beating?

After placing the bets, Tang Mo leaned on a table with his hands in his pockets and watched the game.

At this time, the competition had just reached its climax. When Tang Mo looked up, he saw the small man slowly straightening his back.
To be continued...