"The five figures of the old man in green robe are not so-called illusions, but optical illusions formed by super-fast speed. It can be said that every figure is an old man in green robe."
Han Ming explained to Kuike solemnly.
"Then how terrifying is this speed?"
Quick's eyes widened in shock, staring blankly at the five identical old men in green robes.
Han Ming was worried. Even he could never achieve this kind of speed. What was the origin of this old man in green robe? His strength was unimaginable. This also showed Gamoli's strength.
Despite this terrifying speed, he still persisted tenaciously.
The game on the field looked extremely strange for a while.
The five figures of the green-robed old man stepped towards Gamoli at the same time, like five reflections in a mirror, their movements were exactly the same.
Gamoli stood attentively, slowly exuding fighting spirit. As a third-level war madman, he was not able to release his fighting spirit. He could only reluctantly extend his fighting spirit as far as possible, like a thin circle of water ripples.
It keeps rippling at a distance of about one meter around the body.
When the old man in green robe walked into the range of Gamoli's fighting spirit, the circle of fighting spirit like water ripples suddenly began to churn violently.
The old man in green robe stirred up his fighting spirit at an extremely fast speed, forming a small vortex of fighting spirit.
Gamoli judged the trajectory of the old man in green robe based on the regular movement of the vortex of fighting energy, and this only happened at the moment when the figure of the old man in green robe came into contact with fighting energy.
Gamoli closed his eyes slightly, and the five figures of the green-robed old man stretched out their fists at the same time, speeding up and hitting Gamoli instantly.
"It's now!"
Gamoli suddenly opened his eyes for the first time, and he stretched out his right hand. The direction in which his right hand was extended was not to any of the five old men in green robes, but directly to the top of his head.
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His palms turned into claws, and he gathered them together to grab them. A blurry shadow suddenly appeared on Gamoli's hand.
The shadow quickly solidified, and it turned out to be another old man in green robe, while the five figures around him disappeared at the same time.
"wrong!"
Han Ming suddenly felt something bad in his heart.
The moment Han Ming had this feeling, the corners of the green-robed old man's mouth, who was caught by Gamoli, suddenly curved strangely.
A vague figure appeared behind Gamoli without warning. Just when Gamoli was about to react, the figure quickly stretched out his right index finger and touched Gamoli's neck.
Gamoli's fighting spirit was instantly broken by the old man, and his body fell softly.
The old man in green robe stood next to Gamoli and praised: "You are indeed a good player! You can actually see through my plan. But unfortunately, your strength is only at the battle mad level. If you reach the fighting spirit level, you can really
A threat to me."
Gamoli lay on the ground, slowly closed his eyes, and sighed softly.
"The old man in green robe wins!"
The referee announced.
Han Ming shook his head slightly: "It's a pity. I didn't expect him to lose here. Otherwise, I really hope to have a good fight with him. The reason why the old man in green robe was able to defeat Gamoli was entirely because of the strength of the two of them.
There is too much difference. The old man in green robe wins with speed. Otherwise, it will be a completely different result. Being able to defeat a master like Gamoli a few times will also be beneficial to my strength. It's a pity, it's a pity.
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After the game was over, everyone gradually dispersed.
Han Ming will compete with Shang Que tomorrow, so he plans to take a good rest today.
The group of people separated after leaving the stadium and went to their respective residences.
Crowley and Han Ming held hands and walked slowly on the way back.
"Han Ming, you will compete with Shang Que tomorrow. If you can beat him, then you will have to face that old man in green robe. This old man's identity is mysterious and his whereabouts are secretive, which makes me have a bad feeling.
, you must be careful. If you find that you are not your opponent, don't force yourself too much. I don't want anything to happen to you."
Han Ming felt warm towards Kuro's unabashed concern.
"Curo, you go back first, I'll buy something."
Kuro put his hands behind his back, tilted his head and looked at Han Ming, asking: "What are you buying? Can't I go with you?"
Han Ming shook his head and said: "No, I want to go around alone. You go back first, I will go back in a while."
"Mysterious."
Seeing Kuro pouting dissatisfiedly and leaving, Han Ming couldn't help but laugh.
"Like a child."
After a long time, Qrow felt very bored staying alone in Han Ming's residence. Without Han Ming, for her, the villa at the Magic Academy was just a residence at best, not a home at all.
"I don't know where the damn boy went. It's almost dark and he hasn't come back yet."
Kuro rested his chin on his hands and stared blankly at the door.
"How about going to find the Shang Que before he comes back and beat him half to death? Tomorrow Han Ming's game will be much smoother."
Kuro became excited and felt very satisfied with his idea, but after thinking for a moment, he shook his head.
"No, this kid is so strong. If he finds out, won't he be angry with me again?"
She played with her hair with one hand and waited boredly for Han Ming to come back.
The sky gradually darkened. The door was finally pushed open with a gentle creak.
Han Ming walked in from the door with his hands behind his back, smiling.
"Where have you been? Why did it take you so long to come back? What did you buy?"
When Kuro saw Han Ming, he was as happy as a bird. He jumped up to Han Ming and looked at Han Ming curiously.
"What are you holding in your hand?"
Han Ming chuckled and turned his hand from behind, holding a small wooden box in his hand.
"What is this?" Kuro asked curiously.
Han Ming smiled excitedly and said, "Open it and take a look."
Kuro took the wooden box with both hands, looked at Han Ming's excited eyes, and carefully opened the wooden box.
I saw a small wooden sculpture lying in the wooden box.
"This is……"
Clow took the sculpture in his hand and looked through it. He saw that the sculpture depicted a small figure, which looked like a woman. However, the sculpture was a bit too rough, and he could barely make out the outline. It should be Clow's own.
Look.
Han Ming chuckled and said, "I just passed by a wood carving shop, so I went in to take a look. I learned this wood carving from the boss and carved it myself. It's a bit ugly. I hope you don't mind."
As Han Ming was talking, Kuro suddenly threw himself into his arms.
"Haha, are you so happy?"
Han Ming smiled and patted Kuro's back, but he felt the person in his arms shaking slightly, his shoulders shrugged slightly, and he heard a gentle choking sound in his ears.
Now Han Mingke panicked and quickly turned Kuro's face towards him, just in time to see a beautiful face with pear blossoms and rain.
"Ah, you, why are you crying? Did I carve it too ugly? It's okay, you can throw it away if you don't like it, but don't cry."
Facing masters and ferocious monsters, Han Ming never panicked, but the last thing he wanted was to see a girl crying in front of him. Now he really had no idea, his speech was incoherent, and he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.
.
"Fool, who said I didn't like it anymore? I was so happy that I cried. You carved this for me with your own hands. I will treasure it like a treasure and never lose it."
Crowley burst into tears and smiled, with two lines of clear tears hanging on his cheeks. It was so beautiful.
Han Ming was stunned when he saw it.
"Fool!"
Seeing Han Ming's stupid look, Kuro couldn't help but smile.
Han Ming sighed, hugged Kuro into his arms, and said softly: "I just gave you an ordinary little thing, and you are so happy. I am really damned that I didn't give you the first one until today."
Gift."
Thinking that he had just given her a random gift, Kuro was so moved that he cried and laughed. Han Ming felt deeply guilty. He had never given her anything, and even when they got along, Kuro was always on the side.
From a proactive position, it seems that I was really too negligent towards her.
At night, Han Ming and Ku Luo sat on the roof, hugging each other and looking at the stars in the sky.
Kuro turned his head to look at Han Ming from time to time, and his hands holding Han Ming's waist tightened slightly.
Han Ming rested his chin on Kuro's forehead and said softly: "The night is so beautiful tonight."
"Yeah." Kuro smiled happily and looked up at Han Ming again.
"Why are you always looking at me?"
"I like."
Han Ming smiled softly and said, "I'll sing you a song from our hometown."
"Ah? Really? Okay, okay, then sing quickly."
When Kuro heard that Han Ming was about to sing to him, he was as happy as a little girl. He raised his little head and looked at Han Ming's face excitedly.
There were stars in the sky, and the cool night breeze blew Quluo's hair, and the soft hair tips caressed Han Ming's neck.
"Left out of Songshan Col~~The morning bell startled the birds~~The creek in the forest~~The green grass on the slope;
The wild fruits are fragrant and the mountains are pretty. The dogs are jumping and the sheep are running. Raise the whip and shake it gently. The ditty is floating all over the mountain. It has been sixteen years since Huang Hua was young.
He has a strong waist and courage. He often practices martial arts and works hard. He plows fields and herds animals and fights jackals. He carries them on one shoulder in the wind and rain.
The wind and rain are carried on one shoulder~~ one shoulder is carried~~ one shoulder is carried..."
The song is ethereal and distant, floating back and forth in the night sky.
Kuro's eyes were dim and longing.
"gorgeous……"
The night wind was getting stronger, Han Ming took off his shirt, wrapped himself and Kuro together, and gently held Kuro's little hand in his hand.
"This is the song of our hometown."
Kuro's eyes were filled with mist, and he looked at Han Ming's melancholy profile with tenderness, and said softly: "The picture described in this song is really beautiful. I really hope that we can live in a place like this, and be safe and happy all our lives."
It’s fun, you don’t have to think about those troublesome things.”
"Yes, there will be such a day. I believe it."
Han Ming kissed Kuro on the forehead tenderly, feeling the same yearning.dd