The next three days.

Zhao Polu was always in a daze and couldn't sleep at night.

Xu Qingfeng's words that night were like a curse, as if engraved in his mind.

A knitted life...

It seems ridiculous to think about it.

But the words were spoken from Xu Qingfeng. Zhao Polu knew that Xu Qingfeng had this ability!

When everything that is considered true disintegration at a certain time is like a bubble, such an impact is not bad.

Zhao Polu's changes were seen by Lao Long and others, but after several inquiries, Zhao Polu avoided the left and right and said it, and Lao Long and others gave up on the inquiry.

Early that morning.

Zhao Polu, who had not slept for a night, dragged his tired body into the back garden.

He dared not sleep, nor could he sleep.

One is that I am afraid of dreams, but I am constantly recalling Xu Qingfeng's words.

As the Chinese New Year approaches, the morning breeze is also full of biting coolness.

Zhao Polu, wearing a nightgown, stopped in front of the dense forest, his eyes covered with red blood.

The dense forest arranged according to the "Eight Formations of Gods and Ghosts" still retains the state of being broken by Jiang Qilin. The collapsed trees and annihilated bushes...

Everything can still see the traces of that battle.

So much so that for a long time after that battle, Zhao Polu never had the idea of ​​restoring the formation.

After all, after the formation is arranged, the appearance of Jiang Qilin really makes the effect of this formation extremely useless.

"It's not that the formation is weak, it's because Jiang Qilin is too evil."

Zhao Polu rubbed his face, took a deep breath, and then stepped into the formation: "It is better to have something to do than to think randomly."

Three days of confusion made him exhausted.

Repairing the formation may be the only way Zhao Polu can think of to distract himself now.

Inside the villa.

Old Long, Fan Lu, and Meng Po all stood there.

"Is he really okay?"

Meng Po asked with a worried look in a loose robe.

Perhaps the robes were too loose and unfit, so Meng Po’s dress at this time looked a little more naive, just like a huge cover covering her body.

"There must be something, but if he doesn't say it, we can't do anything."

Old Long was carrying his hands on his back and felt helpless: "Forget it, he wanted to find something to do, probably to distract himself and repair the "Eight Formations of Gods and Ghosts" in the backyard. It is a good thing. At least our safety has been improved a little bit."

"I don't know why, but I always feel weird."

Fan Lu was still wearing an apron and frowned and looked at the backyard.

"Let him go, what Mr. Long said makes sense."

Meng Po sighed and shook her head helplessly.

Fan Lu nodded, and after coming back to her senses, she looked at Meng Po in confusion: "Meng Po, whose clothes did you put out?"

"Um?"

Old Long turned around, glanced at Meng Po, and smiled jokingly: "It's not the clothes I used to be when I was young, it's true. Meng Po, you are so shrunk."

"I'm wearing Pinru's clothes."

Meng Po made a joke, gave Old Long a blank look, then turned around and looked upstairs: "Ms. Gu hasn't gotten up yet?"

"It should be soon, the labor is about to be pregnant, and the more pregnant you are, the more tired you are. Xiaolu, you can make more good things recently and make up for the young lady." Old Long reminded.

"Don't worry, Mr. Long."

Fan Lu Yanran smiled: "Don't worry, I will make arrangements."

"In addition, you should move to the next door to the young lady recently. If there is any trouble, you can protect the young lady. Meng Po is so old and has strength, but her energy is not as good as you young people."

Old Long said with a sad expression: "The young lady is about to give birth, this is the key thing. You must be wary of everything. Unfortunately, there are not many people in the family now. It would be great if Kunlun and the others were here. We don't have to worry so much, the old, weak, women and children will join in the battle."

When Fan Lu heard "Kunlun", his expression changed.

Her eyebrows and eyes drooped, and her hands couldn't help but clenched her apron: "Yes, it would be great if Brother Kunlun and the others were at home. I don't know how they are now."

...

Deep in the north.

Ice and snow, withered and deserted.

The towering iceberg, after the ice is condensed, is as smooth as a mirror, refracting the sunlight.

The Black Prison is like an eternal ferocious beast, standing among two icebergs, lying on the ice field.

The darkness shows solemnity and depression.

From time to time, military vehicles roared by, and fighter planes roared in the air.

In the black prison, one of the prison areas was now filled with tsunamis and crowds of people.

"Kunlun is about to win, come on! Breaking bear, if you don't have enough strength, you should admit defeat!"

"With Kunlun's strength, the pressure to fight against the Blade Bear is actually not great. After all, he also fought once back then."

"Kill him, kill him!"

...

Everything on the ring was broadcasted to all prison areas through video, causing the voices of people in the prison area to thunder, as if they were about to overturn the roof of the black prison.

Ten consecutive victories are the only way to get out of the black prison with dignity.

Anyone who dares to challenge such rules deserves the admiration of everyone in the black prison.

Not to mention, this time I challenged Kunlun, a man who challenged the second time!

Any old man who witnessed the battle when Kunlun walked out of the black prison and knew what the most critical reason for Kunlun walked out of the black prison.

But this does not prevent them from admiring Kunlun.

Whether it is luck or strength, in this prison where the strong are respected, strong strength is worthy of awe.

On the ring.

Bang!

With a loud roar.

Kunlun punched the bear with a fierce punch.

The fierce energy instantly plowed the ground and swept the holes in all directions, and the gullies plowed out on the ring.

After suffering a punch, the burly bear's burly body suddenly staggered back to the edge of the ring like a broken pocket, and then he stopped his body dangerously.

His body shook, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Under the gaze of everyone.

The bear slowly raised his big hand like a palm fan, wiped the corner of his mouth, and smiled strangely.

"I lost!"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

quiet.

The whole audience was silent.

The black prison that was still noisy just now suddenly became quiet and everyone was stunned.

Even Kunlun, who was about to take advantage of the victory, stood there on the spot.

"You obviously have the possibility of continuing to fight, why..."

The questioning echoed the audience.

The bear's pace did not stop, and he raised his right hand without looking back and waved it.

"Because... you are going to help that person, so I lost! In addition, they should lose in the next game. You should keep your energy and fight with Daojun. If you win, go out to help him!"

That person...

Master!

Kunlun was struck by lightning, and the tiger's eyes watched the bear leave, and suddenly a warm feeling flowed out from his chest.

He clasped his fists and shouted gratefully: "Thank you!"
Chapter completed!