After being exiled, she married a rough man, and the sickly beauty was spoiled

Shen Zheng brushed his sleeves, looking unhappy: "If you don't want to raise it, then don't raise it. Why are you crying?"

Xin Sang suddenly smiled and said slowly, "I have a famous witch doctor under my command who is quite experienced in treating eye diseases. If you don't mind, you can bring your brother to our Turing Pass. I will introduce you to this old witch doctor."

His smile is even more chilling than when he isn't smiling.

Song Huiling tightened his fingers slightly, but his face remained calm: "Thank you for your concern, Lord Tusi. My brother has found a good doctor and is being treated according to the doctor's method. I believe he will recover soon."

She was nervous and her muscles were tense. She only heard Xin Sang say in a deep voice, "Miss, do you look down on me, the Miao witch doctor?"

Song Huiling's eyes darkened. Why is this guy so difficult to deal with?

Beside him, A'mo suddenly tensed his back and seemed to be about to stand up.

Song Huiling's eyelids jumped, and he quickly grabbed his head, knocked it to the ground, and said, "Master Tusi, my brother and I are very grateful for your hard work!

But my brother's eye disease seems to have improved a lot. If we bother the witch doctor again, it will take up other people's consultation time. After this course of treatment, if my brother's eye disease has not healed, we will go to the chieftain for help again."

At this time, Shen Zheng suddenly raised his hand and patted Xin Sang on the chest: "In this case, Lord Tusi, don't worry. The most important thing today is to watch the competition. Please move to the stage."

Xin Sang then slowly withdrew his gaze, turned sideways, and made a gesture of invitation to Shen Zheng: "Master Qianhu, please go first."

Shen Zheng walked ahead and stepped onto the stage.

Xin Sang followed closely behind, and the moment he stepped onto the stairs, he turned back and took a deep look at the crowd.

Song Huiling noticed the gaze and lowered his head a little.

After he caught a glimpse of Xin Sang's figure disappearing on the stairs, he pulled A'mo and slowly stood up.

The viewing platform is located on another open space after passing through the ring. It is at the same height as the ring and is also built with thick wood.

After Shen Zheng and Xin Sang sat down, from the perspective of Song Huiling and A'mo, they could no longer see Xin Sang.

Song Huiling felt relieved a little, but not completely at ease.

She tugged at A'mo's sleeve and said solemnly, "Let's go back."

I have just met Xin Sang, and I don’t know if there are any of Xin Sang’s spies in the crowd. It is too risky to stay here.

This time, regardless of whether Amo was willing or not, he just pulled him up and left.

After walking a few steps in the crowd, I heard the shouting mixed with the sound of gongs and drums again: "The fighter is coming, please make way."

Song Huiling's eyes moved slightly, and she pulled A'mo hurriedly to the side and blended into the crowd.

At this moment, she looked up through the gap in the crowd and saw two teams of people in different clothes striding towards her a few dozen steps away.

Each team consists of three people, all arranged in a vertical line, and one of the teams is wearing military uniforms.

The other team wore batik cross-collared vests with a four-witch octagonal star pattern, and were shirtless. Their two strong arms bulged with firm tendons, and their faces were menacing and glaring.

Each Miao fighter was extremely strong and sturdy, with one as wide as two men. Standing in a row with the garrison troops, the garrison troops next to them looked a little frail.

One of the people that Song Huiling felt was delicate was He Zhan.

He Zhan's muscles are just right, which is what Song Huiling likes. If they are too thin, he will look skinny, and if they are too thick, he will look muscular.

He is tall and has such tight muscles, he looks very strong.

But compared with the strong and muscular fighters next to him, he still looked a little frail.

She originally thought that since He Zhan had won the championship for three consecutive years, she thought that this year would not be a problem either.

But now, she was secretly worried. What if he was beaten into a pig's head?

Song Huiling was worried, but suddenly she didn't want to leave anymore and wanted to stay to see how the game went.

A'mo noticed that Song Huiling wanted to stay, so he tugged at her sleeve and glanced at the stage from time to time, indicating something.

Song Huiling rolled her eyes, raised her eyebrows, and asked, "A-Mo also wants to stay and cheer for your nephew, right?"

A'mo nodded, untied the knot of the headscarf at the back of his head, pulled the scattered headscarf cloth to the left and right, covered the lower half of his face, and tied a knot.

It looks a bit weird, but the color of the headscarf blends perfectly with A'mer's skin color. It's weird but not inconsistent.

Plus, there were many people wearing turbans around him, so no one would pay special attention to him.

Song Huiling and A'mo squeezed into the crowd again, completely submerging their figures in the crowd.

When the six contestants came from the central aisle, Song Huiling didn't even dare to stand on tiptoe to look at He Zhan, and asked A'mo to lower his head as well.

When the champion came on stage and the crowd scattered on both sides gradually gathered together, Song Huiling dared to look at the stage under the cover of the crowd. She didn't want He Zhan to know that he was coming.

As soon as the fighter stepped onto the stage, cheers from the young women in the attic opposite immediately erupted: "General He will win! General He will win!"

One sound after another, clear and melodious, just like an oriole singing softly on the branches in the early morning.

Song Huiling felt like she couldn't walk after listening to this, and she didn't know how the hot-blooded He Zhan would react after hearing this.

She stared at the person on the stage and saw that He Zhan's face was still calm, his expression did not fluctuate too much, and he even said something to Jiang Huaizhong beside him.

Song Huiling narrowed her eyes, pursed her lips, and bit the tender flesh inside her lower lip.

Look, he is so happy that he is whispering with others.

On the stage, He Zhan's eyes were gloomy, and he turned his head to ask Jiang Huaizhong: "Who did this?"

"Boss, I don't know either." Jiang Huaizhong shrugged helplessly, "I didn't even hear about this happening today!"

He Zhan stared at the curtains hanging down from the attic opposite, and felt that it was an eyesore. His facial muscles were tense as he said, "I'll have someone pull down the curtains and burn them. And by the way, chase all the people from those two floors down. They're such an eyesore!"

Jiang Huaizhong said with embarrassment: "Boss, today's situation is special. It's not a good idea to chase them away like this. It will also make the Miao people in Turing Pass laugh at us."

He Zhan looked back and gave him a sharp look: "It's so rude and embarrassing. It's a joke."

The quarrel between He Zhan and Jiang Huaizhong made Song Huiling feel very angry.

The man really said one thing and meant another. Faced with such a group of little fangirls, even He Zhan was confused.

At this moment, several loud laughs were heard on the stage at the same time.

The Miao Yi fighter standing next to He Zhan raised his chin in contempt and said, "Today's competition really opened my eyes. Is it General He who is competing, or is it the group of young ladies on the opposite side? Does General He think we are like those young ladies and think he can defeat us just by relying on his looks?"