Chapter 711: This is the only vision, nothing false
He was torn together with Alchemist Meng Lang, and was surrounded by Qing Ning, Mucheng and others watching the moon hunt in his hands. The next second he heard these words that made his smile disappear,
Fangran said in a serious voice:
"Can I not go?"
"Can't."
Fang Ran: "..."
Then he received a quick reply with a revived smile.
To be fair, Fang Ran can understand why there is such a link. Strictly speaking, the national war is between the participants and official forces.
Although the competition that shows the strength of both sides will inevitably have the smell of gunpowder,
But after all, we all represent the forces of various countries, and we still have to work hard on the scene.
It's just that Fangran really doesn't want to face the three people he just cheated.
Especially at the last second of the rank battle, although he couldn't see clearly because of the darkness in front of him, the sexy black lace that seemed to have been studied next to a hot spring...
I always feel so embarrassed that I can't breathe.
And seeing the stiff expression on his face, he was probably already thinking about how to run away.
Su Xing smiled helplessly. His hand in the black suit, which was very suitable for the beautiful CEO, was placed on his waist. He put his other hand on his forehead and smiled:
"I can understand your concerns, little brother Fangran. After all, you just used that method to eliminate the other two. Meeting at this time will inevitably be a bit awkward. Speaking of which, you don't need to go to this exchange meeting most of the time."
"That..."
"But that is based on the premise that both sides are already familiar with each other. Not only are we sending new people this time, but the other side also has faces they have never seen before..."
Thinking back to Fang Ran's awe-inspiring determination and unyielding courage in the battle just now, and then looking at whether he was returning to his original form or retreating like a fraud,
Su Xing sighed helplessly:
"And most importantly, given the intensity of the battle just now, little brother Fangran, do you think it's appropriate for you not to go?"
"Hehe, don't worry, Xiao Fang, your communication room can be seen by both of our A-levels~"
What makes me feel reassured by your words!
Listening to Fang Shu's evil smile that added fuel to the fire, Fangran suddenly felt the other side of his body being locked tightly by Meng Lang.
"Let's talk first, brother, don't think about running away this time when the national honor is involved. You should shoulder the responsibility of being the mastermind for me."
"Don't worry, I, an ignorant accomplice, won't say a word for a while."
So what makes me feel reassured by your words!!!
There was no other way. Fangran had already understood that escaping was impossible due to the righteousness involved. Before making this plan, he thought that after this fight, everyone would not see each other again.
So after all the fuss, I never expected that there would be such an operation.
"Small...small or..."
So Fangran could only look at Gou Yu with the eyes of an abandoned puppy, with the expectation of "Can you help me hold on to the situation in a while" written on his face?
Then he saw Gou Yu awkwardly pretending not to notice and looking away.
"Um...Captain, I got you a new suit."
Fang Ran, my heart is as gray as death.jpg
But the only good thing is that the place for post-war communication (talking about the scene) is not a physical area like the viewing room.
There is no ability like an A-level boss to stand in the air and talk. Instead, long-range arcane projection is used here.
Fangran was slightly relieved when he learned this. Fortunately, he didn't have to meet in person.
Of course, it's definitely not that Fang Ran is afraid of being beaten...
But when he, Meng Lang, and Gou Yu activated the remote arcane projection and opened their eyes in a separate room separated from the viewing room,
He lowered his head and looked at his hands, which were completely opaque and transparent, as well as the scene nearby that looked like two halves of rooms with different styles put together. The corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
What the hell is the difference between this and meeting a real person! (covering face and bursting into tears)
Then the two-meter-tall black man with sunglasses showed no hostility, but was quite magnanimous and somewhat admiring. His calm and hoarse voice nodded.
"I am convinced, both in terms of the plan and the strength worthy of Ye Qi. It is quite an amazing performance. Are you the successor of Su Qun? Fang Ran, I remember this name."
Neil next to him regained his taciturn face, and whispered plainly and concisely,
"I won't underestimate your existence next time. I hope to meet you in the scene one day."
After saying these words, Fangran, who was under great pressure, put on a sullen face and nodded his head closer to Su Qun's cold aura.
I'm embarrassed to say that I don't understand what they said...
I gritted my teeth and shed tears in my heart thinking about my brother, these two heartless guys actually didn't even say a word to help the baby.
Fangran felt the gaze coming from those blue eyes since just now, and biting the tip of his tongue silently while seemingly trying to maintain a calm expression.
Due to the failure of the previous insurance measures, the restlessness that belongs to every normal boy, the more Fangran controls himself to not think about it, the more he thinks about the hazy picture that is becoming more and more complete in his mind.
As a result, in the end, he could only use another one of his most powerful techniques to blind his mind and memory—forced calmness!
My brother wears bad omen, my brother wears bad omen, my brother wears bad omen, my brother wears bad omen, my brother wears bad omen, my brother wears bad omen, my brother wears bad omen, my brother wears bad omen, my brother wears bad omen, my brother wears bad omen, my brother wears bad omen
!!!
Meng Lang, who was unaware next to him, suddenly felt a chill all over his body. He looked at Fang Ran with surprise and surprise, who seemed calm but knew that he had not even passed Level 4 and must not have understood a word he said.
I always feel like my brother is thinking about something that deserves a beating... Is it an illusion...
"next time..."
As Meng Lang who paddles the water, Gou Yu has nothing to say, and Fang Ran, the winner, can also say nothing. After Leonidas and Neil,
Osphia clenched her hands with a trembling voice, raised her blue eyes and took one last look at Fang Ran,
Then the bright blond hair turned around and left.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I will never lose."
She specifically used this sentence in Chinese.
Seeing her figure slowly turning into arcane light fragments and disappearing, Leonidas and Neil also slowly cut off the arcane projection in greeting.
Meng Lang looked back and forth and was keenly aware that there seemed to be a different kind of atmosphere. He poked Fangran with his elbow, who was actually crazily chanting the forced calming spell silently in his mind.
"Hey, brother, how do you feel about being resented by a beautiful woman from a foreign country? I will tell sister Xiaoran when I get back that you are messing around with women outside."
"Damn it, bro, can you be a human being! Besides making snitches, what else can you do!?"
"Fuck! You have no right to say this!"
...
On the other side, after the remote communication of arcane projection ended, Osphia left the room without saying a word and walked towards the exit of the viewing area.
There is nothing more to do with her here.
But at the end of the corridor with the oil painting hanging on the wall, the long platinum hair appeared in the field of vision, looking majestic and noble in the light of the sky.
The figure she had been hiding from since the end of the rank battle suddenly caused the strength and calmness she had maintained to become panicked.
"Ancestor...I..."
Her voice was trembling with panic, and she didn't know where to start her words. Osphia, who was calm and decisive just now, now looked like a little girl who failed in the exam and didn't know how to face her parents.
Self-blame, regret, and reluctance mix together and become sour and bitter. Obviously, I have the reminder from my ancestors, and I clearly have the white wings given by the teacher. I tighten the cuffs of my dress,
Osphia has never found it so difficult to speak.
Obviously I was chasing the line of words in the note, I obviously finally met the person of my dreams, all the time I had spent,
But he failed to achieve his wish to show his best side.
I am so unwilling...I am so unwilling...
Just looking at her figure with her head lowered, Le Guin walked slowly in front of her, the moisture in his eyes overflowing with grievance and wanting to cry,
Ophia suddenly felt the warmth of being gently hugged.
It is not comfort but soft praise from the heart. Just one word can illuminate Osphia like the sun.
The moment she bit her lip and couldn't hold it in any longer, she heard Le Guin's voice with relief and pride.
"Hard work is never in vain. You have done a great job over the years, Aoife."
After nearly ten years of hard work, the time that was etched in only my own memory, the moment I finally got the recognition of the person I longed for,
Even the tears have become worth it.
Starting from the seven-fold arcane ring, the white wings of Zero Rider and the radiance of magic energy, and the powerful collision of the Moon God Hunt, that rank battle ended,
Whether it’s Fang Ran or Ao Feiya, they all have the meaning of trying their best.
The promise spoken with a chuckle in the sunshine in the ward, the anxious determination made on the cross-country train, shined brightly in this C-level battle.
In fact, the reasons for both of them are surprisingly the same...
They all want to work harder and take a step forward towards where they long for.
Have you ever made unremitting efforts with a passionate heart? Have you ever thought about squeezing out your full potential and feeling the sweat dripping down your face in a time where you only have yourself?
For no other reason than that you want a specific person to praise you,
well done.
It's like holding the Tang sword for the person who can't appear, and at the same time carrying the glory of the nobility passed down from a hundred years ago.
Even if they are not equal in weight,
But maybe as the queen said in the battlefield a hundred years ago, some things are not big or small.
There is only this vision, which is absolutely not false...
