Morning Star

Chapter 168 Must Win?

After saying that, she still felt unsatisfied, so she turned around and glared at him fiercely: "Anyway, it's you who will be hurt, not me."

"..."

Mo Xinglan's eyes dimmed and he ignored her words.

Yes, it was he who was in pain, not her. How could she know how much pain he was in?

Turn and face the direction where the target will appear in front of you.

Seeing that the three pairs of contestants were ready, the boss picked up the gongs and drums in his hands and struck them on the gong.

The competition has begun.

A red target appeared silently, and Mo Xinglan quickly put on the bow and arrow.

"call out--"

The arrow flashed quickly in the air and hit the bull's eye.

Then the second target appeared.

Mo Xinglan stared at the moving target, reached out to grab the arrow, but touched a soft and warm object.

Glancing sideways, he saw Chujiu handing him an arrow.

Although she looked reluctant at the moment, she was honestly handing over the arrow.

He took the arrow without hesitation and put it on the bow.

"call out--"

Hit the bull's eye again.

The two of them just passed it to each other, one passing it and the other receiving it.

Half a quarter of an hour was about to end. During this time, one of the three pairs of contestants was eliminated because of six misses, and the other had missed the target twice so far.

Mo Xinglan has never missed the target so far, but because his wound is involved every time he draws the bow, he is now somewhat unable to do so.

There was only one arrow left, and he could give up on it, but he didn't want to.

He stared at the target without blinking, and reached out to take the arrow that Chujiu handed to him. But after waiting for several seconds, nothing came.

Glancing sideways, he saw the girl next to him staring at him with a frown, holding the arrow and refusing to let go.

"Are you stupid?" He hooked his finger to signal her to give him the arrow.

She hesitated, unwilling to hand over the arrow: "Forget it."

It was obvious that it didn't matter if he lost this arrow, so why did he have to risk the wound splitting open and not give up? She didn't understand what he was insisting on.

He never took care of his body and always abused himself like this. Since he didn't take care of it, couldn't she help him take care of it? No matter what she said today, she would not hand over the arrow.

However, she didn't expect that just because she didn't hand it over, it didn't mean he wouldn't take it himself.

Seeing that she was unwilling to hand him the arrow, Mo Xinglan took an arrow without any hesitation, quickly put the bow on, and drew the bow to its full length.

"call out--"

The arrow flew out quickly and hit the target.

This time the shot missed the bull's eye and was off by a few points.

"Bang-"

The gong sounded, and the fourth challenge ended.

Mo Xinglan put down his bow and arrow, and his hands hanging by his sides trembled slightly.

His pale forehead was already covered with cold sweat, but there was no trace of pain on his face, instead he looked somewhat relieved.

"Clap!"

An arrow was thrown into the quiver without mercy.

Chujiu lowered her head and stared angrily at the quiver in front of her, as if the quiver had displeased her.

Hearing the sound, Mo Xinglan turned around and looked at her.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he finally couldn't help but raised his hand and gently stroked the girl's head: "I'm fine."

"..."

She still kept her head down and ignored him.

Mo Xinglan had no choice but to take her hand and walk towards the fifth venue.

Chujiu let him pull her, hesitated for a moment, and followed his steps forward.

Finally, it's the last challenge. The rules of this challenge are: the woman is standing on a high platform, and the man has to go through three levels to rescue his female partner on the high platform.

The three levels are the mountain of swords, the sea of ​​fire, and the single-plank bridge.

It sounds dangerous, but the so-called knife mountain is just a fake knife with dye on it. The sea of ​​fire is the sprayed dye. The single-plank bridge is a rope leading to the elevated structure.

The man finally needs to step on the rope, reach the elevated platform and bring the woman back along the same path.

The condition for this level is that you cannot use any spiritual energy to rescue your partner within a quarter of an hour.

It is important to note that there can only be three spots of dye on your body at most.

Considering that the challenger had consumed some physical energy in the previous match, the boss let the challenger rest for a quarter of an hour after explaining the rules of the last match.

After hearing the rules, Chujiu seriously suspected in his heart that the owner of this challenge field was deliberately going against Mo Xinglan.

Although she knew that the rules of the challenge had always been like this, she still thought so.

When she thought that this level was more difficult than the previous one, she became worried about Mo Xinglan's health.

She looked up at him, hesitated for a long time, and patiently persuaded him in a low voice: "Xingxing, let's not play this anymore, okay? Let's go play something else, okay?"

He was happy to know that she was worried about his injuries, but now there was only one last hurdle left, and he was not willing to give up.

Even if there are still several levels to go, he will never give up on what he wants, no matter what method he uses, and he will get it in the end.

He lowered his eyes slightly and said in an aggrieved tone: "Didn't you promise to win the twelve spiritual beads for me? Didn't you say that as long as it is something you promised, you will do your best to do it? Why is it different when it comes to me?"

"I..." Chujiu was speechless after being asked a series of questions. It took a while for him to recover and stared at him angrily, "Do you remember that you have injuries on your body?"

She felt that she needed to remind him, as she always felt that he had forgotten about it. She was always worried because he was injured, but what about him? He had no awareness of being an injured person. How could she not be angry?

"……Remember."

His body was constantly reminding him that he was still injured, so how could he not remember?

"..."

Chujiu fell silent for a moment and bit his lip somewhat unwillingly.

She stared at his rising and falling abdomen, wishing she could stare a hole in it. But there was already a hole in it.

"Can you stare at it for so long and still make a hole?" He smiled helplessly when he saw her staring at the wound on his body.

After hearing this, Chujiu raised his eyes and glared at him in dissatisfaction: "There is already a hole, do you still need to stare at it?"

As if that wasn't enough, he added, "If I could, I'd really like to stare a hole in it and make you die of pain."

He's not afraid of pain anyway.

After saying that, I was too lazy to look at him anymore and turned around with my back to him.

Mo Xinglan: “…”

He didn't say anything, just looked at her back quietly, with no expression on his face.

Both remained silent.

Time passed little by little, and the break was about to end. Chujiu finally couldn't help but speak: "...Must I win?"

Her sudden words took him a long time to react.

Then he stubbornly replied: "Yeah."

Knowing that he was unwilling to give up, Chujiu could only sigh. Turning back to look at him again, he exhaled again: "I really admire you."

"..."

The two finally reached a consensus again.

The quarter-hour break finally ended and the two couples found their own seats.

"Bang-"

The gong sounded again, announcing the official start of the final challenge.

Chujiu stood on the viaduct and looked worriedly at the nearby area. The young man in white was dodging the attacks from all around like a white butterfly fluttering in the midst of danger.

She had always thought that cultivators like them would be like ordinary people who could do nothing if they could not use spiritual energy. But today, when she saw him shuttle through numerous obstacles, she realized that it was not what she thought.

Even if he can't use spiritual energy, he can still rely on his body's agility and his own fighting skills to fight his opponents.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart that the black-hearted monster was indeed a monster. Not only did he look like a monster, but his strength was also that of a monster.

Time passed minute by minute, and when the opponent was still halfway through the first level, Mo Xinglan had already reached the second level.

When you see that your competitors are much faster than you, you tend to get nervous, and when you get nervous, you make mistakes, and you accidentally get a stain on your clothes.

But it was this dye that made him calm down and move forward.

After a while, the opponent finally reached the second level, and the time was already halfway through. Glancing sideways, he discovered that the young man in white had actually reached the third level.

There was clearly not such a big gap between them before, how come in the blink of an eye, the gap between them has become so big? Is that boy still human?

There's no use observing him carefully.

Just when he was doubting his life, the dye accidentally got on his clothes.

There is only one chance left, and he must play it safe and win.

From a distance, it would seem that Mo Xinglan was very fast, but only he knew how painful his wounds were. Even if they got worse, he was unwilling to give up.

He looked up at the girl on the viaduct and found that she was looking at him with a worried look on her face. He smiled at the girl.

The next moment, he lowered his eyes, stepped onto the rope leading to the elevated structure, and walked towards the girl as if he were walking on flat ground.

After a while, he came in front of her, looked at her with a smile, said nothing, put his arms around her slender waist, and picked her up.

"!"

She didn't expect that he would hug her without saying a word. The frightened Chujiu reflexively hugged his neck with both hands and buried her head in his chest.

She almost scared herself to death. Why did she tell me in advance that she was going to die?

After coming to her senses, she looked up at the young man who was holding her.

At this time, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, his face was as pale as paper, his lips were also much paler, and even his breathing was a little disordered. She could clearly feel that his hands holding her were shaking.