Under the stage, there was a cheer. Finally, he saw the real strength of bailihan, the eight layers of fighting spirit, the God's maid with ancient scriptures and the sword given by the temple, was so vulnerable to him. The arena has been empty, but the audience is still lingering on the scene, bailihan's calm figure, as if a free hand, has been deeply reflected in their minds.

Is this the perfect state of Tianlei quenching body? Who in the end is qualified to be his final opponent. Although there is still one round before the final, everyone can't wait.

The final game, arranged in five days, during which time, let the top four recover. Ling Chuxi is talked about as a black horse. It's just that the gambling house has already stopped betting. It's impossible to buy.

On the eve of the final competition, Ling Chuxi is relaxed. At the moment, she is walking on the street with LAN Xinyu. Because they won a lot of money in this competition, they decided to relax and buy something.

"Go, line up. Two." Ling Chuxi summoned LAN Xinyu and pointed to a snack bar on the street. There was a long line in front of the shop. LAN Xinyu was scared.

"And you?" Blue heart rain glared at Ling Chuxi.

"I'll wait for you over there with bean curd." Ling Chuxi pointed to the street across the street selling bean curd brain stall said.

"Why do you always call me Blue heart rain is not convinced.

"I made you win so much money, but you can't beat me." Ling Chuxi raised his fist, narrowed his eyes and threatened to say.

LAN Xinyu choked and stopped talking. He went to the queue to buy things honestly. Ling Chuxi laughed, went to the stall to find a seat and sat down. He said to the boss, "boss, I'll have two bowls of bean curd, salty."

"OK." The boss quickly went to fill tofu brain.

The boss quickly brought it to Ling Chuxi. Ling Chuxi was just about to eat. A big sister who was not so slim sat down beside her. Ling Chuxi obviously felt the chair under the elder sister's buttocks creaked twice.

"Girl, would you mind putting the table together?" Some fat elder sister smiles at Ling Chuxi and asks politely.

"No, I don't mind." Ling Chuxi shakes his head. She almost spurted out the bean curd in her mouth just now. In front of the elder sister, double chin, squint eyes, a face of cross flesh, tonnage is at least 200 kg.

After the elder sister sat down, she ordered five bowls of bean curd, and then began to snore. The voice, absolutely loud. Eating Ling Chuxi almost lost his appetite.

At this time, a smell of rouge floated to Ling Chuxi's nose. The next moment, a man sat on the table of Ling Chuxi.

Yeah? So busy? Is it a table maker again? Ling Chuxi looked at the man sitting opposite her and frowned slightly. In front of the man, a white clothes, white infiltration. The long face is not bad, it can be regarded as a beautiful man, but it is full of yin and soft, and there is a faint smell of rouge on the body. The eyes and eyebrows are affectionate and the eyes are rippling. What do you want?

"Girl, how does this bean curd taste?" After the man sat down, he winked at the stout elder sister, made eyes at him, and now he started chatting up. However, Ling Chuxi can see that the man is forced to resist the chat up.

What is the reason for this?

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