Rebirth Douluo My Martial Soul is the Twelve Talismans

Looking at the girl in front of him, Tang San twitched the corner of his mouth speechlessly, and was about to use Ghost Shadow Trace to escape. When he used Ghost Shadow Trace, he found that his leg was grabbed by an invisible hand.

This sudden change made him stunned for a moment. He tried to block the girl's grasp with his hands, but it was no longer possible. The girl's nails scratched Tang San's face, taking away a trace of flesh for a moment. This made him How could the handsome Tang San make matters worse? Tang San felt the pain on his face, and quickly struck out with his jade hand, hitting the girl's chest. This girl already had a hot figure, but Tang San struck out with anger, so powerful. The attack power not only knocked the girl away, but also made her feel a little embarrassed.

The girl lying on the ground vomited blood and looked at Tang San with resentful eyes. Looking at the girl's eyes, Tang San scratched his head in embarrassment. Although he shot with anger, the touch made him a little embarrassed.

Seeing the five bleeding scars on Tang San's face, everyone present became excited. They finally saw that Tang San, who was pulling so hard, was bleeding, which made them cheer like they were given blood.

"It's so cool. Although this match didn't cripple the arrogant Tang San, what that girl did was really satisfying." A spectator with a pockmarked face stood up excitedly and shouted.

This shout from the pockmarked audience stirred up the atmosphere of the entire venue, and this atmosphere was actually not for the cheers of the winner, but for the persistence of the girl.

"Tang San, are you guilty of public outrage?" Ma Hongjun glanced at Tang San with some sympathy, "You are beaten, look at how happy the audience is."

"I..." Tang San was speechless, not knowing what to say, and looked at the emcee not far away with a somewhat resentful look.

The emcee who presided over the competition looked at Tang San and shrank his neck in fear, thinking to himself: Could this brainless Shrek's Tang San player be the gay one written by Master Miaobi Shengshenghua? If it were me Gotta stay away from him.

Dai Mubai looked at Tang San's little womanly look at the master of ceremonies, and walked forward with some curiosity and asked: "Tang San, don't you have a crush on that master of ceremonies?"

"What?" A big question mark seemed to appear on Tang San's head. He just glanced at the emcee with some complaints as to why he was misunderstood like this, "Brother Dai, it's not what you think. I just don't understand why the emcee We will change the slogan to something like this. Our slogan should be 'Champion without Opponent', why did it become this? Although the previous slogan was a bit arrogant, it doesn't look like this one is seeking death!"

"Then let's go and ask together later to find out who was so unscrupulous that he did this!" Dai Mubai looked at Tang San while holding back his laughter.

"Brother Dai, you..." Tang San looked at Dai Mubai, who was suppressing his blush, and rolled his eyes at him with some displeasure, but thinking about it, he was indeed quite unlucky now. His face was scratched.

Because of Mo Xie's intervention, the people in Tiandou Royal Academy were not beaten too badly. Except for the girl who was slapped away by Tang San, everyone else only temporarily lost the ability to move, because being beaten by Tang San was relatively private. There, the auxiliary girl from Tiandou Royal Academy was still looking at Tang San with resentful eyes until she left.

After arriving at the venue, Mo Xie walked up to Tang San with some curiosity, took out a piece of watermelon and handed it to Tang San. Before Tang San took the watermelon, Mo Xie blinked and stared at Tang San and asked, "Little San, I am. I want to know why you hit that spot on stage just now. Are you trying to take advantage of it?"

"I didn't, I didn't mean it, I just took advantage of the situation." Tang San suddenly lost his appetite when he looked at the watermelon in his hand. Mo Xie in front of him was still so mean, even though he had been criticizing him like this since he was a child, even though he was used to it , but still couldn't help but want to hit him.

"That's right! Brother, have you fallen in love with that girl from Tiandou Royal Academy? How about I help you find a matchmaker?" Xiao Wu's eyes lit up and she quickly leaned over to look at Tang San.

"No, Tang San can only be with the vice-dean!" Xiao Wu just finished speaking. Ye Lingling, who was watching the show, immediately refuted Xiao Wu's words. She had been working on the two of them for so long, how could she do that? Tolerate a girl to destroy.

"Lingling, if the vice-principal is big, can't it be enough for her to be small?" Xiao Wu looked at Ye Lingling with some reluctance. Having a sister-in-law would give her more care, and she also found that the vice-principal was getting closer and closer. She was so happy that she even began to fantasize about the happiness of being cared for by her sisters-in-law.

What Mo Xie heard on the sidelines was true. In order to get more love from his sister-in-law, Xiao Wu worked hard enough. Mo Xie glanced at Tang San with some sympathy. He could imagine that if Tang San followed Xiao Wu's instructions, If he wants to do it, then he will definitely kneel down the durians endlessly. With Xiao Wu’s urine, he will definitely teach his sister-in-law the tradition of kneeling durians.

"I really didn't mean it, Xiao Wu, don't have such thoughts." Tang San looked at Xiao Wu who encouraged him awkwardly. Although he admitted that the photo was very comfortable at the time, he regretted using his hands after the photo. It would have been better to just kick him away at that time, then you wouldn't be in too much trouble.

"I know, you didn't mean it, but you did it on purpose. Anyway, the mouth is on your face, so you can say whatever you want." Mo Xie looked at Tang San and shrugged his shoulders, glancing in the direction of Tiandou Royal Academy from time to time. .

"Xiao Mo, can you let me go once? I'm unlucky enough." Tang San drooped his head, thinking of the slogan from the emcee, Tang San felt a little depressed, "Xiao Mo, I'm going to ask the emcee about your Zaizai, lend it to me."

"Performing hara-kiri in front of the master of ceremonies?" Mo Xie looked at Tang San's belly and unconsciously spoke out what was in his heart.

As soon as these words came out, everyone burst out laughing, holding their belly in their hands, especially Ma Hongjun's fat body, which rolled directly on the ground. Ma Hongjun held his belly and laughed, "What you said is very good, Mo Xie." It has a sense of imagery, Tang San, I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you, I just can't help it."

A few people who originally thought Mo Xie's words were funny followed Ma Hongjun's words, and a picture suddenly appeared in their minds. The master of ceremonies was sitting high in front, and Tang San was holding a salted fish against his belly and threatening: "Say , who changed the slogan!"

The master of ceremonies shut up and looked at Tang San like a fool. Seeing this, Tang San picked up the salted fish in his hand and shouted, "You don't want to say it! Don't blame me for being merciless."

As he said this, Tang San picked up the salted fish in his hand and stabbed it into his abdomen. The blood splashed on the host's face. Under the horrified look on his face, Tang San looked at Zai Zai and said: "Zai Zai, hurry up." Stop the bleeding and give me treatment quickly."

Under Zaizai's treatment, Tang San's wounds recovered as before. After seeing that his wounds were healed, Tang San once again threatened the master of ceremonies with the salted fish, but this time the salted fish was still dripping with blood.

Tang San looked at a group of people with their heads lowered, covering their mouths with their hands and laughing secretly, knowing that they must be imagining strange pictures in their minds, but with their brains growing on their heads, he couldn't care less about what these people thought. He could only glare at Mo Xie depressedly.