Chapter 130

The whole ring was full of malicious teasing, contempt and contempt.

The host panicked.

However, the boy surrounded by a colorful sound seemed to have no feeling. Her thin cold lips even smiled.

Just this smile, cold and cold.

The eardrum was filled with all kinds of curses and shouts. The boy stood in the spotlight and suddenly began to roar.

The howling sound is Ling Ling. If the eagle flutters its wings and rushes straight into the sky, it is actually the sound of cheering that has been suppressed.

The audience's chest roared with the roar, as if there was a huge crane sound running through their ears. Their eardrums were buzzing. There were no other ideas, and there was only a blank in their head.

Staring blankly at the teenagers standing in the field.

Under the lamp, the young man's eyes and tail are stained with frost. His beautiful face is like a demon, poetic and picturesque, and the demon is to the extreme.

She was like a demon standing in the morning fog. The powerful and cold atmosphere spread out and stifled hundreds of people!

Yantao threw off his messy black hair, let it hang at the end of his narrow eyes, and walked forward carelessly, "Lao Tzu is better than those ugly men. Do you have any opinion?"

Audience

Mom, my chest is still hurt by you. How dare I have any opinion!

You are handsome, you are reasonable!

The young man took off the red belt between his forehead and tied it to his wrist. The simple action made her do it, casual and noble.

The girl sitting in the front row covered her beating heart and unconsciously whispered, "good, handsome..."

Others are arrogant.

She is arrogant, arrogant for granted!

As if she was born like this, it should be.

K leaned his back against the boxing ring, looked at Yantao's white shirt and sneered, "boy, you don't even wear protective gear. Do you want to be killed?"

"I won't keep my hand."

Yantao smiled. She tried to wear boxing gloves, but ghost's gloves are too big.

Nothing suits her.

Yantao simply abandoned his gloves.

The referee stood on the stage and announced: "the game... Begins!"

"K, kill the boy!"

"Kill him!"

"K, give him a hard kick!"

The audience seemed to be beaten with chicken blood. After hearing the referee's announcement, they shouted wildly to cheer them up.

But

None of the five people in the ring moved.

Yan Tao stood in the west corner, K in the east corner, and the other three people actually stood in the same camp, forming a tripartite confrontation.

Moreover, from the station position, K and the other three stood opposite Yantao.

EXCUSEME？

The audience was stunned again.

According to the past practice, K is the besieged one as soon as he plays.

The rule of theghost is that the last person is the winner!

There were never any rules.

You win, you get everything!

Today's scene was obviously a little collapsed. The cries of the audience slowly weakened and then fell silent.

An unprecedented, quietest game.

The host and the referee stood under the stage and looked at each other.

What kind of routine is this?

It's normal for K not to play cards according to common sense. Shouldn't they kill K first, general?

God knows, the three generals really wanted to kill K at first.

However, there are some things you really face before you know.

Standing on the stage, the young man's arrogance almost forced them to have nowhere to escape!

What strategy? What plan? Throw it all TM aside. You can only stretch your muscles and concentrate on the seemingly thin teenager, ready to take action at any time!