MTL - Back Off, Let Me Come-Chapter 693 : Dou Chaoli (7)【Ask for Monthly Pass】

  Chapter 693 Chapter 693: Dou Chaoli (7) [Seeking a monthly ticket]

  In an instant, reverse and reverse.

  The hearts of all the people were hanging up and down and couldn't get to the ground.

   I don't know who murmured such a question.

   "Where did Er go?"

  Gu Ren clenched his fists in his sleeves, suppressing the urge to run over to find that phantom—obviously, the phantom dressed up as the high priest of the Gongxi tribe is inextricably linked to Shen Tang. Finding Shen Tang is equivalent to catching clues.

  He forced himself to sit back, and answered casually: "You look at Shen Jun's current appearance, like a person with a normal mind? If his mind is like a child, it is normal to count countless."

   Allied forces: "..."

  Shen Jun really can't count?

   Or deliberately playing tricks on Jiang Ao?

  Gu Ren took a heavy breath and asked, "Otherwise?"

   Childish innocence, what evil can there be?

  Wu Xian also let out a long sigh of relief.

   If Jiang Ao's attack really falls, although he will not die, the coalition forces will inevitably be disgraced and their morale plummeted. It will be even more difficult to win this battle. Shen Tang's appearance and serious injury were beyond his expectation, but what was even more unexpected was his amazing performance afterwards. At the same time, he also fully understands what Qin Li is afraid of—his younger brother, he has full wings!

  Shen Tang didn't care about the small thoughts of the coalition forces.

  She and Jiang Ao played a game of catching ghosts on the battlefield.

  unilateral—

  He ran, she chased, but he couldn't fly.

   It is difficult to fly with wings in various senses.

  Jiang Ao didn't know why Shen Tang had such a change, but he knew that the other party did have the ability to take his own life at this time.

  Before, he entrusted the army to directly attack the coalition camp, and in addition to the battle with Shen Tang and Shao Chong, the consumption of martial energy reached 70% to 80%. Although his strength has reached this level, he will automatically absorb the energy of the world and restore his martial energy when he breathes, but facing Shen Tang who has inexplicably recovered to full strength, he is in a very dangerous situation right now.

  Jiang Ao gathered all his strength, and a stream of light rushed towards his side. Seeing that he was about to be safe, Shen Tang, who was chasing him unhurriedly, groaned softly, and threw out the loving mother sword in his hand: "The stars are scattered all over the world!"

  The criss-cross text instantly covered half of the battlefield.

   Looking down from the sky, this is a huge chessboard. There are not a few Wenxin literati who participated in the battle between the enemy and us, and the scope of each of them is large or small, overlapping with each other, but in terms of scale, none of them can compare with Shen Tang.

   "Jiang Ao, 【Get back from being lost】!"

  A giant scroll formed by condensed literary energy hangs in the air, and unfolds quickly in front of Jiang Ao. Jiang Ao's reaction was not unpleasant, but the inertia was too great, and a black and white vortex appeared on the scroll, and he was sucked into it with a strong suction.

  The last breath was swallowed by the scroll.

  In the next breath, he fell from mid-air and bumped into Shen Tang's eyes.

  How pure the boy's smile is, how amazing the sword qi is in his hand. The target of the tens of feet arc of sword energy is him!

  Jiang Ao is worthy of being a brave warrior who has experienced many battles.

  Even if he was caught off guard, he could still deal with it in time. With the burst of martial energy all over his body, he borrowed the impact of sword energy and used four or two tricks to minimize the frontal damage. The center of gravity sank, like a heavy weight falling to the ground, and ran without looking back.

  The result is naturally the same.

  The picture scroll is only aimed at Jiang Ao, no matter which direction he runs, he will return to Shen Tang, just like "a ghost hitting a wall".

  Looking at Shen Tang's teasing eyes, Jiang Ao made up his mind!

   "Armies help me!"

   The voice fell, and the nearest legion responded.

  With Jiang Ao as the center, frantically absorbing the morale gathered above the legion, the martial spirit is recovering at an astonishing speed. Compared with self-recovery, this thing is faster than fast charging. However, the disadvantages are also obvious. The combat formation that has lost morale will become the weakest defect on the battlefield, and it is very easy for the enemy to seize the gap, and then use it to break the surface and tear the opening!

   But, Jiang Ao will worry about these?

  Of course not.

  He doesn't care whether these soldiers live or die.

  Compared to themselves, the sixteenth-ranked master, they are as cheap as grass, and it would be their honor if they could sacrifice themselves to help him. The Dan Mansion was filled again, and Jiang Ao felt that he was doing well again, shaking again. Shen Tang quietly watched his performance.

"I caught you."

   "But it's a pity to kill you like this."

  She opened those naturally innocent almond eyes.

"No one played with Youli before, Youli is so boring. But you are different, Bake, so Youli likes you very much. Youli has decided—" She raised her hand and hooked her finger, loving mother sword It flew to her palm in an instant, and was able to withstand Jiang Ao's attack with ease, "Let's play some other games. I ask, you answer. If you answer wrong or don't answer, you will be slashed!"

   This is the treatment only her "friends" have.

   "The first question, please listen to the old bastard—"

   "What's dad's dad's name?"

   Jiang Ao will not answer Shen Tang's question.

  So, when she answered the countdown, Shen Tang happily said: "Answer is wrong, the old **** will be punished!"

  Jiang Ao thought that it would be fine for him to avoid or block the so-called sword in Shen Tang's mouth. Unexpectedly, when he dodged for a while, a **** flower suddenly burst out on his shoulder, and there was an extremely thin sword mark on the shoulder armor, and blood flowed out along the crack.

   "The answer to the first question is Grandpa."

   "Second question, Bake, listen up—"

   "Is Maka Bacca male or female?"

  Jiang Ao had a cold face, and struck the ground with the epee in his hand. The half-foot-wide sword energy was like the dorsal fin of a shark, and it struck Shen Tang, and the ground under his feet split to both sides. Shen Tang also swung his sword to fight back, and two sword qis of equal momentum collided head-on in the middle.

  Boom—

  The half-foot-wide ground fissure expanded outward again.

  The result of the sword qi wrestling was born in an instant, and Shen Tang's sword qi was superior after all, and he rushed towards Jiang Ao at an unabated speed.

  He gave up the frontal resistance, turned around in the air to avoid the path of the sword energy, and rushed towards Shen Tang, leaving the screams of the soldiers behind.

  Shen Tang regretted: "The answer is wrong, the answer is male."

  She raised her hand to meet Jiang Ao.

  The air waves swept the flying sand and rushed in all directions.

"The third question, the mushroom was hit by an orange on the road. The mushroom was so angry that the orange died, and the orange died. May I ask why? This is also the last question. If you still can't answer it, just be with the orange. go!"

  Shen Tang charged up his palm and blasted it away, flying upside down and rolling around.

  Where can Jiang Ao answer?

   "Three! Two! One!"

  Jiang Ao stabilized his figure and was about to fight again when he noticed Shen Tang's "one" coming from behind him in cold sweat. The blade of a scythe hooked on his neck from behind, and the breath of death poured into his brain from the blade against his neck.

  Shen Tang's apricot eyes narrowed slightly, and he resolutely pulled back.

  The sickle cuts through the nape of the nape, as easily as cutting tofu with a knife, breaking the nape of the nape, and underneath is the human skin exuding heat. When blood spurted out from the bowl-sized scar, a head rolled on the ground several times, but that head was not Jiang Ao's.

  Shen Tang held the blood-stained scythe and turned to look in the direction of the enemy army. She looked across the crowd and saw that Jiang Ao, who was supposed to be decapitated by her, was supported by two soldiers. There is an extremely long cut in the neck of the ton that is connected to the pocket.

   Just a little bit, he lost his head.

  A middle-aged scribe stood beside Jiang Ao.

  The latter also noticed Shen Tang's gaze and glanced over. Shen Tang smiled at him, and made a motion of beheading with a sickle.

  The middle-aged scribe was indifferent to her threats.

  Jiang Ao's self-esteem was greatly challenged.

  Even though he was rescued and returned, he still remembered the feeling of that moment firmly in his mind, as if standing behind him was not Shen Tang but Yan Luo who demanded his life. He raised his hand and touched his neck. The obvious gap in his neck made his back sweat profusely, and he was terrified.

   He gritted his teeth angrily, "Zhuzi!"

   To let him lose such a big face and face, thinking of the second half of the battle with Shen Tang, when he was at a loss when he was at a loss, strong hatred welled up in his heart. His eyes were vicious and vicious, and this humiliation could only be washed away with the head of the other party!

  The middle-aged scribe stared and said: "The general is careless."

   After he finished speaking, Jiang Ao cast a murderous look in his eyes.

   "How can you speak here?"

  The eyes of the middle-aged scribe were calm.

  He didn't seem to be surprised by Jiang Aoen's reaction of revenge.

  Jiang Ao turned his head, and murmured something to himself, or to the middle-aged scholar: "Huh, let him be arrogant for a few days... Next time, use that Zhuzi's head to sacrifice to the flag!"

  The middle-aged scribe said: "That's Shen Tang."

  The battlefield was chaotic, Jiang Ao didn't hear clearly.

"what?"

  The middle-aged scribe reminded him: "The boy who made the general suffer, his name is Shen Tang, the governor of Longwu County, one of the alliance forces."

  Jiang Ao's face trembled violently and twitched several times.

  He was panting heavily, his cheeks were tense, his molars were grinding, and he chewed the name over and over again: "Shen Tang."

   Keep this name in your heart thoroughly.

  Seeing that Jiang Ao was rescued, Wei Shou also heaved a sigh of relief.

  Although Jiang Ao is not a thing, and I don’t like it, if Jiang Ao dies here, the Zhaoli Pass will be broken in the future.

only-

   Thinking of Shen Tang's identity, Wei Shou's eyes twitched.

   Such a vigorous young man is actually Lord Chu Yao.

  Should I say it or not—

  What kind of staff there is, there is what kind of master.

   Obviously, Wei Shou's reassurance is still a little early.

  He didn't understand 【Mind and Know Return】, and he didn't understand Shen Tang either.

  Chu Yao didn't bother to pay attention to Wei Shou, and went to care about his lord. The young man rested his hands on the handle of the scythe, using it as a fulcrum to lower his eyes and close his eyes, breathing in small mouthfuls. The Qi of Heaven and Earth is still raging nearby, forming a no-man's land.

   "My lord!"

  Shen Tang opened his eyes.

  Following the sound, he saw that it was Chu Yao, and grimaced.

   "Chu Liangliang..."

  Chu Yao, who was stepping forward, almost sprained his foot.

  The old man blushed slightly and said, "Master."

   There was a rare pleading tone in his tone.

  Shen Tang blinked his almond eyes, tilted his head: "Then Chu Yaoyao?"

  Chu Yao: "..."

  Looking at the lord who was so wronged that he was about to cry, he swallowed the words of refusal forcefully. Although it was the first time for Shen Tang to see this state, with the precedent of the other party being drunk, Chu Yao also knew that the lord at this time needed to be coaxed by others.

  So let her go.

   "My lord, the battlefield is dangerous, go back first."

  He looked at the dried blood on Shen Tang's armor with distress.

  Although the armor has been repaired automatically, he still can't forget the serious injury Shen Tang suffered earlier. Anyway, Jiang Ao has already retreated, without the top combat power made by the 16th class, it is not difficult for his side to win this field battle. The lord can go to raise it in advance.

  Shen Tang closed his eyes and said, "No."

  Chu Yao earnestly said: "This place is still very dangerous."

  Although it is not the center of the battlefield, there are also enemy troops.

   No man's land will be filled sooner or later.

   Shen Tang, who was bowing his head, raised his head, but his cheeks were flushed, as if he had drunk a sip of wine and was slightly tipsy. Coupled with those apricot eyes that contained water mist, she was a bit girlish and naive. Chu Yao met her moist eyes, and was stunned by this look.

  The voice full of mind is particularly eye-catching among the chaotic army.

   Gu Chi, who was about to rush over, silently went elsewhere.

   "Master, please listen to Yao's words."

  The voice is as gentle as coaxing a child.

  Finally, Shen Tang was willing to cooperate.

but-

  She raised her head and pointed in the direction behind her.

  Chu Yao looked up in confusion, and saw another lord, holding a scythe in one hand and a black thing that was still spattered with blood in the other. Speeding all the way, stepping on the heads of the crowds of people, running towards him happily.

   "Chu Yaoyao!"

   Chu Yao looked at Lord No. 1 beside him, and after a while he realized that the one who was running was the main body, and the one who was in place was the incarnation of Wenqi. With Shen Tang landing on the ground, Chaoli Pass also exploded with a strong aura. Several bursts of martial energy came through the sky like meteors.

   Master No. 1 and No. 2 merged into one instantly.

   laughed at him and said, "Run!"

  Chu Yao didn't have time to think about it, so he ran with Shen Tang.

   Completely disregarding the demeanor of Wenxin scribes.

   With the ultimate bonus of his speech, he got rid of the pursuit.

  Shen Tang and Chu Yao arrived at the base camp of the coalition forces, and all the warriors who came after them were intercepted by their own army.

  It happened so suddenly that he didn't even understand what happened.

   Puzzles will be revealed soon.

  Shen Tang held a human head in his hand and showed it off in front of him.

  He was forced to face nose to nose with Jiang Ao, who still had his big copper bell eyes open, filled with fear that hadn't dissipated. The impact of this scene was too great, and Chu Yao took half a step back in shock. After realizing the identity of the leader's master, he looked at Shen Tang in astonishment.

   "Jiang Ao?"

   "This is Jiang Ao's head!"

  At first, everyone in the coalition army didn't notice what Shen Tang was holding in his hand. It wasn't until she showed it that they realized that it was a head, a head they didn't even dare to think about. Jiang Ao was rescued by scribes at a critical moment and escaped Shen Tang's beheading. Everyone felt very regretful. But soon he was relieved, after all, this was made by the 16th-class university, and it was not a Chinese cabbage.

  The head is not so easy to get.

  It won’t work this time, there is another chance.

  Who knew, Shen Tang would suddenly be overwhelmed.

Shen Tang raised Jiang Ao's head to look at him at the same level, gestured as if asking for credit, and said in a tone expecting Chu Yao's praise: "I first made a fake one to confuse him, let him relax his vigilance, and then made a surprise move, isn't You Li? Very smart? Here!"

  She handed out the head: "For you!"

  Chu Yao asked in confusion, "Send me?"

   "This is my new toy."

  Toys are meant to be shared with friends.

  Shen Tang began to feel wronged again: "Don't you want Chu Yaoyao?"

  Gu Chi's incarnation came out from nowhere, and said quietly: "The heads made by the 16th class are the best for offering sacrifices to the flag!"

  He couldn't understand.

   How can Chu Yao's whole body be worthy of the word "respect the old"?

  The protagonists in the three states all prefer Chu Yao because of this.

  Chu Yao still accepted this slightly terrifying gift, and after seeing him accept it, Shen Tang showed his face again, and walked to Xuying's side with his fingers, **** the little red flower on his wooden stick.

   "Little friend, thank you for your hard work."

   Still missing a thousand words, woo woo woo

   PS: Guess what Chu Yaoyao said in his heart.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)