It's already dark.

Soto City Soul Fighting Arena.

Cheer, roar, fight, bet.

Tang San and his group have completed registration.

"The task I give you is to get the Silver Soul Fighting Badge before graduation. Do you understand!"

"clear!"

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Oscar stood at the door of the village, and water was prepared on the table beside him. He held big sausages and small sausages in his hand.

The sound of footsteps and heavy breathing came again.

Circle 19.

He heard from Daofeng that if Ning Rongrong and Daofeng could not finish forty laps, they would pack their luggage and leave.

He still doesn't know the specific reason.

But no wonder the dean specifically asked him to go back and untie the soul seal, canceled the punishment for himself, and then asked himself to come here to guard and provide supplies.

The blade is made of a sword and has no ability to reply. I heard from Teacher Zhao that he is still injured (he doesn't think it looks like it); the Seven Treasure Glazed Tower is strong, but his positioning is mainly to strengthen, and Ning Rongrong cannot provide guarantees for long-distance voyage at all.

What did they do to anger the dean?

Oscar was extremely puzzled why the dean would punish them like this. Even with him providing supplies here, they would not be able to complete these forty laps.

"Although the dean is greedy for money, he is even more greedy for talent. How could he do such a behavior?"

He really misunderstood Fland. The real culprit was actually the blade who smiled and said hello every time he ran over.

After seventeen circles, his breathing would become thicker and even chaotic, but every time the blade passed by, he noticed that his breathing had almost not changed, even though it seemed that sweat had completely wet his clothes!

What made him most helpless was that this guy was still wearing a long-sleeved white combat suit, which didn’t dissipate heat at all!

Blade ran over him, a portion of water was missing on the table, and a portion of the prepared sausage meal in his hand was taken away.

Ning Rongrong ran over with a heavy breath.

Although Oscar was polite and did not look at him, his eyes were a little unscrupulous.

Ning Rongrong was wearing a suspender skirt. The clothes on her upper body were closely matched with her body under the influence of sweat, and her figure was fully exposed. Her chest was up and down under her strong breath...

The smell of sweat is more tempting.

When she walked past Oscar, she glared at Oscar fiercely, and Oscar smiled awkwardly.

Like Blade, she also took away a sausage set and a portion of water.

At first she was reluctant to eat the food made with the disgusting soul spell, but the blade threatened her, what did he say?

"If you really can't hold on, I'll be holding you and running forty laps. At that time, my hand accidentally touches something that shouldn't be touched, don't blame me, hum!"

Bastard! This is a naked threat!

She took a hard bite of the big sausage to recover.

When Oscar saw it, he felt chill in his heart.

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In the darkness.

"Does this bastard want to run away to death?!Brother, we just watch it?"

"The sect leader has an order, and he must not take action until he has to."

The sound has no emotional fluctuations.

"But, if this continues, the lady will......"

"Did you find any difference between Miss?"

"Ah? What?"

"The little witch grew up while running."

"What's the matter?"

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"Shut up and watch."

...

"This Tang San! He has told him to keep his word!"

"ah!"

Ma Hongjun screamed.

He glared at Dai Mubai, who was sitting on his left hand.

"Boss Dai, why are you doing pounding my thighs? It's going to scare people!"

On the other side, Flander, who had placed a heavy bet, smiled and the young girl in front of the counter was standing upright when she looked at her somewhat treacherous eyes.

"This is not possible, there are eight circles, Miss."

The condition of the blade was not good, and the words "sweat" that were used on him were a bit too good to appreciate. His breathing was not messy, but it was already very thick.

Next to him is Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong's condition is very bad. Her long-term pampering habits have led to her relatively low physical fitness. Even though she has the Oscar recovery package to recover continuously, she is still on the verge of collapse.

If there wasn't a knife edge saying something motivating her, she would have been unconscious long ago.

Now her consciousness has begun to blur, and her body is transmitted into her mind and is constantly urging her to give up, as if her feet weigh a thousand pounds.

"Is this really a lady?"

An incredible voice sounded from a tree.

"So that's the fundamental reason why I'm stopping you from taking action."

Although the voice was dull, the hint of relief could not be concealed. He watched the girl grow up.

"But the lady is really at its limit!"

"Um."

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The sword's sweat flows like running water.

But his eyes looked at Ning Rongrong. Her breathing was completely messy. As the focal length of the eyes in front of him spread, it was really to the limit. If it weren't for the unyielding breath, she would have fallen long ago.

The blade fell one step behind and raised his hand to cover Ning Rongrong's back.

"This kid is taking advantage of the young lady's danger! I'm going to chop off his claws!"

The sound that had been lowered was a little higher, so I had to take action.

But the next moment his broad shoulder was pressed down, not deliberately exerting force but was as heavy as a mountain.

"Lying down."

"Brother, that little guy is not honest!"

"Look on."

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Ning Rongrong felt a stream of energy flowing into her body from her back, and then this stream of energy began to turn into thin streams and began to flow into her body.

At first, she didn't feel much, but after a while, she felt that her physical fatigue was eliminated a lot and her mind gradually returned to the clear light!

Those smart eyes gradually returned to their focal length.

I can think again.

Feeling the warmth coming from behind, she turned her head and looked at Blade with difficulty: "I...huh...I don't need...huh...you care!"

"Huh? This little boy... I have some tricks!"

"Um."

Blade did not retract his hand, and a smile appeared on his face with some difficulty: "No... Huh... No matter... Huh..., if Huh, you lie down, Huh, I will also have to huh, pack your luggage and leave."

This guy...

Ning Rongrong didn't speak anymore, and it would be even harder to speak. She turned her eyes back to the front.

The soul power flows could still flow in his body. In addition to eliminating some of her fatigue, it also accelerated the heat dissipation.

She felt that she was gradually alive.

The blade breathing has accelerated a little bit, which is not an easy task!

"Put, take your dirty hands away!"
To be continued...