I’ve Led the Villain Astray, How Do I Fix It?

“Goodbye, cousin ~ Let's go first ~ 30 years later you washed the dishes, remember to go home! ”

Fox White Feather waved at Fox Wang, who had been held in the tavern for thirty years washing dishes because he could not afford to eat.

“Burp!”

At night Moshu patted his drummed belly and smiled at Fox White Wings: “Ah, well, thank you so much for your hospitality! ”

“Hey, hey, you're welcome!” Fox White Feather grinned and touched the back of his head: “By the way, Meshu Meshu, I have two tickets for the Green Qiucheng Fighting Ground. Don't you have time? Why don't you go see the game together? ”

Fox Whitefeather said he pulled two tickets out of his arms and looked eagerly at Moxie at night.

“Uh... ”

Mersh wanted to say no, but all of a sudden, the superiors wondered if the eight of them were just fighting in the ring. In that case, check it out!

“Yes! Let's go then! ”

Moxiu followed Fox White Feather at night and quickly arrived at the battlefield. After paying the ticket, he walked straight towards the site of the foundation period.

There are many battlefields along the way, there are people fighting each other, there are also people and warcraft, demonic beasts fighting each other, the battle situation on the field is terrible, and the people around them are excited.

“Shh!”

Where have you ever seen a scene like this when you grew up in a harmonious society with five good young people at night? I couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air!

“Oh, my God, that's horrible. I don't know what happened to the bun! ”

Looking at the scenes of the fierce duel around him, Moshu suddenly worried that Bao would get hurt? Are you gonna bump into it? After all, he's only four years old!

But obviously, Moshu thinks too much.

“Master! ”

Mo Shu's eyes were sweeping through a dueling ring, trying to find the figure of a small bag, and suddenly he heard some surprises and excitement behind him.

Don't you think it's your own little bag when you look back at it?

“Stranger?! ”

Mersh looked suspiciously at the stranger, unknown, so.

Didn't Maple say to sign up for the competition? How can you keep your little bag crown intact, not say that you haven't fought at all, and eat with your hands, while sitting in a lounge chair watching the game, how is it that several waiters are still waiting around?

“Little stranger, are you? ”

Ink frowned suspiciously at night and asked inexplicably.

The so-called concern is confusing. At this moment, Mersh's mind is filled with strangers. Naturally, he did not notice that the eyes of the surrounding people changed when they discovered the stranger called his master; and when the surrounding people looked at the stranger, the eyes filled with fear and consternation.

“Master! Master! My ten battles are over! ”

The superior stranger saw the confusion of his teacher and immediately explained, "Then I was bored and played a few more fights, these were bought by the spiritual stones earned by my extra entrance! ”

“Well! ”

Moshe nodded with some comfort: "My little stranger is amazing! After the game, you can make money! ”

After all, he is his own apprentice. When he hears about the performance of his own apprentice, Moshu also feels both honored and happy.

“By the way, you're all beaten up. Why not? ”

Night Mo Shu rubbed on the official stranger's little head, asked and said.

“Cut!”

Mentioning other people, the superior officer's stranger revealed a disdain, but quickly hid it in his eyes, and then he blinked his big eyes and said: "Except for Brother Gu Nightbai and Sister Yu, who fought ten games, everything else is still going on. ”

“Oh!”

Moxiu nodded at night, "In that case, where is Bao? Let's go see his game! ”

After all, Zhao Xiaobao is his own apprentice's younger brother, he is also one of his own. Others are not familiar with him. At night, Mo Shu called the official stranger to lead the way to see Zhao Xiaobao's game.

“Boss! Big Brother! ”

Zhao Xiaobao is resting in the middle of the field at this moment, as soon as he sees the official stranger and Moxiu at night, his eyes shine and he speaks with excitement.

“Baby? How are you doing? Is it over? ”

Night Moshu asked with a smile.

“Big Brother, I've won nine games in a row! ”

Zhao Xiaobao proudly raised his head, some proudly said.

“Oh?”

Now Moshu was somewhat surprised. After all, Zhao Xiaobao only entered Qi practice period. Which of the people in the gladiator arena was not in the hundred wars? I thought Zhao Xiaobao's winning and losing was already amazing, but I didn't expect him to win nine games in a row!

“Master, have you forgotten that Bao learned from the academy in both his kung fu and his tricks? ”

The superior stranger said with a smile in his mouth.

At night, when Moshu was reminded by a stranger, he instantly figured out why.

“Oh, yeah, that's how it is! ”

That's right, they usually compete in the arena, either as slaves for the fun of the audience, or as people who are forced to perform because of their lives.

These people, in general, regardless of cultivation or learning technique, are almost as low as the rotten street, even after fighting every day, than the little white that has never seen blood, but powerful is also limited.

And what about your own people? But they're all from Xuanwu College, one of the five university colleges in the cultivation world! What you have learned, though you dare not describe it as a secret, is not comparable to ordinary people!

In other words, even if Zhao Xiaobao has no combat experience, but Zhao Xiaobao has a higher level of kung fu than others, and the moves are stronger than others. Even if the opponent goes through hundreds of wars, it is normal to lose.

“Ha ha, boss, boss, wait till you see me drumming, win 10 straight wins, big guitar, eat chicken tonight! ”

Zhao Xiaobao smiled and waved his little fist, smiling easily.

“Ha ha, you have to be Ser! Remember, don't bully others too bad, it's not easy to get out! ”

Night Mo Shu saw Zhao Xiaobao steadily playing the winning ticket, couldn't help smiling.

“Ding ding ding ding ding! ”

The warnings of the battle had been sounded, and a change of sign from the ring was soon sent.

“Please build the fourth stage for Zhao Xiaobao and Tong Chang in the early stages of Qi training for players 102 and 342 to prepare for the competition! ”

Zhao Xiaobao laughed when he heard the broadcast: "Boss, boss, I'll go first! ”

After speaking, Zhao Xiaobao even jumped off the floor.

“Stranger, let's go, let's go see the game too! ”

At night, Moshu pulled on the stranger, dragged the Orange Cat with his hand, and went straight to the stage.

Zhao Xiaobao's opponent, Tang Changjian, is only three or four years older than him. He is a 7-8 year old boy.

“Let the game begin! ”

As the referee gave the order, Zhao Xiaobao and Tong Changjian rushed each other forward, glued together.

“Little Bogart...”

Mo Shu waved his hands at night and was about to cheer up Zhao Xiaobao, then he couldn't speak.

At first sight, Zhao Xiaobao was beaten out of the ring by Tang Chang Jian. He threw up blood in his mouth and died in vain.

“Xiaobao! ”

At night, Moshu and his superior officer screamed and rushed forward to investigate Zhao Xiaobao's injuries, but he heard another angry word.

“Trash! ”

When he saw Tang Changjian of the Battalion, he blew his fist and said with a smile: “I am not targeting Zhao Xiaobao alone, but all the people present at Xuanwu College headquarters, you are all spicy chickens! ”