Chapter 255 Comfort [Please give me a monthly ticket! ]

After Liang Yue talked to the people from the Zhuxie Division for a few words, he looked at the direction where Zhao Xinzhu left and said, "I'd better go and take a look at Lady Zhao."

"I'll go with you." Wen Yifan stood up and said.

She wasn't particularly enthusiastic. She was obviously afraid that the other party would get angry and start fighting, and Liang Yue would suffer if he went alone. There were still a few rounds of competition before her turn, so it didn't matter if she went out for a walk.

So the two of them walked out of the parade ground together, and not far away, they were found under the shade of a tree beside the official road.

Wu Handing spread his coat on the ground, squatted beside him, patted Zhao Xinzhu's shoulder, and comforted him silently.

Seeing Liang Yue and the others coming over, Wu Handing immediately showed a vigilant expression, stood up and protected Zhao Xinzhu behind him, and said in a deep voice: "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to apologize to Miss Zhao." Liang Yue said apologetically, "I was disrespectful on the stage just now, please forgive me, Miss Zhao."

His behavior made the two people opposite him feel a little strange. He was so arrogant and domineering on the stage just now, why did he become so gentle and respectful now?

What? You in the Xuanmen sect also believe in “no distinction between seniority on stage, and rules off stage”?
But this is a competition arena, not a performance stage.

Saying "I am your father" on stage and becoming a humble gentleman off stage will at most make the audience laugh. What's the point?

"If you're here to apologize because I cried, then there's no need. I just lost control of myself for a moment." Zhao Xinzhu said sullenly, "If you're here because of what you did just now, then I won't forgive you even if you apologize. If I become stronger than you in the future, I will definitely challenge you again."

It seems that after she calmed down a little, her heart did not collapse, and she still maintained her enterprising spirit. She was really cute when she said such tough words in such a crying tone.

Liang Yue smiled embarrassedly, "Actually, my performance on the stage just now was not intended to humiliate Lady Zhao. It's just that I was assassinated last night, and I suffered some injuries in the Divine Palace, so I can't activate my sword skills. If I fight Lady Zhao head-on, I will definitely not win, so I had to resort to this last resort. Using this method to discourage Lady Zhao from fighting is a despicable means, and it is not a fair victory."

Although Yun Zhiguan's inheritance is despicable and shameless, Liang Yue is still unable to use the "Art of War" as frankly as his master. Zhao Xinzhu has no grudges against him, so at least telling him the truth and apologizing sincerely can be considered a slight compensation.

"..." Zhao Xinzhu was stunned when he heard this, raised his eyes to look at Liang Yue, and said after a while: "You mean... I could have defeated you?"

"Nine out of ten." Liang Yue said, "In my current state, I am definitely no match for Lady Zhao."

"Is that so?" Zhao Xinzhu's face calmed down a little, his eyes dropped to the ground, and he murmured, "That doesn't matter. You are stronger than me. If I beat you while you were injured, that would be an unfair victory. It was because my heart was unstable that I fell into your trap. From this perspective, I still lost. I deserved to lose..."

"Ms. Zhao." Liang Yue looked at her and whispered, "Cry if you want to."

"Who's going to cry, you..." Zhao Xinzhu pouted and looked at him. His big eyes were instantly filled with tears. He couldn't hold it back any longer, "Wow——"

Zhao Xinzhu burst into tears, no longer caring about her chivalrous image. After all, she was just a teenage girl. She kept crying for quite a while, with no sign of stopping.

There were other people passing by on the official road, and more than one or two people looked over here. I'm afraid they thought they were trafficking decent women.

Liang Yue glanced at Wu Handing beside him, asking with his eyes, "Do you have any solution?" Wu Handing gave him a helpless look in return, as if to say, "You made her cry, what can I do?"
When the two men looked at each other, Wen Yifan stepped forward and suddenly took Zhao Xinzhu into his arms, saying softly, "Don't cry."

Her words seemed to have some kind of magic, and Zhao Xinzhu's howling immediately began to subside.

She seemed to be aware that she was surrounded by a cool and fragrant breath. She looked at Wen Yifan's face with tearful eyes, then quickly blinked and stopped crying. She said blankly, "Sister Wen... Sister Wen."

Wen Yifan said calmly: "Victory and defeat are common in the military, just start over again."

"Well..." Zhao Xinzhu nodded obediently. Wen Yifan patted her shoulder, loosened his arms, and said, "I have a competition later, so I won't stay any longer. Miss Zhao, cheer up."

"I will." Zhao Xinzhu's eyes were inexplicably starry.

Seeing that Wen Yifan solved the problem so easily, Liang Yue also returned to the training ground with her, wondering on the way, "Why was it so easy for you, Senior Sister Wen, to persuade her?"

"I don't know either." Wen Yifan shook his head, "But I always comfort people like this, every time."

"What if I cry..." Liang Yue began to imagine.

"Only girls can do that." Wen Yifan glanced at him, his eyes seemed to say... What are you thinking about?

Liang Yue: “Oh.”

……

After returning, only one competition was completed.

The intensity of the third round was much higher than before. Almost two out of every three rounds were fierce battles, and all the players were covered with wounds. But fortunately, as long as the injuries were external, no matter how serious they were, they could be treated and would not affect tomorrow's competition.

After waiting for a while, it was time for the sixteenth match, Wen Yifan's competition.

When she appeared on the stage in a white dress, the audience below was instantly excited. After waiting for a long time, the fairy Wen from Xuanmen finally arrived, and the training ground seemed to be ignited.

Opposite her was a martial monk from the Northern Huangshi Temple. He was wearing a coarse linen robe, with tight sleeves and leggings. He looked extremely tough, with a sense of hostility between his brows.

Liang Yue looked at this person, suddenly frowned, and said: "Is this person on our suspicious list?"

He remembered that among the several Northern warriors who were under close surveillance by the Evil-Slaying Division, this man was one of them.

"That's right." Xu Luzhi said, "The others have been eliminated, only this last one is left."

Liang Yue was a little worried, "Will there be any problem?"

"Several senior masters are here, and Senior Sister Wen has a high level of cultivation, so there won't be any problem." Li Mo said.

Da Qiao stared at the monk's face and said, "This person has a gray aura and blood in his eyes. He looks like he is about to die. It's a bit strange."

Everyone was watching the surroundings of the ring vigilantly, ready to take action immediately if there was any unusual movement.

On the other side of the stands, Liu Deng'er, who had just advanced to the fourth round, also had a doubtful look on his face.

Her beautiful eyes moved among the crowd, searching for that figure, but to no avail.

"Green snake..." She whispered, "What do you want to do?"

(End of this chapter)