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Chapter 241 Gu Ze, I Don't Understand You (51)

"My family will not stand by and watch. The last time Miss Luo was rescued by us, my family must have got the news, but because the young master dared not do anything, if something goes wrong again this time, my family will have an excuse to intervene in this matter. Young master, please think twice."

"I won't allow anyone to touch even a hair of her hair!" Gu Ze suddenly spit out the words condensedly, and the storm rolled up in his eyes, which was extremely frightening.

"Master, although our current strength is evenly divided with our family, the young master is still vacillating. If he turns his head and invests in our family, then the scale is likely to tilt. At that time, even the young master may not be able to keep Miss Luo. gone."

"We've worked so hard for so long, we can't fail, young master, the ninja is the best."

The third round.

Gu Ze unexpectedly forfeited the game.

He didn't say why, and didn't give an explanation.

No one could understand why he gave up the game. He was so active before, but he said he wanted to give up the game a second before the start of the game.

In this game, Gu Ze missed the championship.

The winner gets a small red flower that symbolizes victory.

Gu Ze stood aside, watching the victorious contestant happily run around the field, and finally knelt down in front of Luo Xiaoxiao.

Although Luo Xiaoxiao didn't quite understand what he wanted to do, she still took the flower in his hand, and the man smiled heartily, and he turned out to be a very handsome man.

Lin Hui carefully observed Gu Ze, Gu Ze kept his lips pursed and remained silent from the beginning to the end, his brows and eyes were deeply pressed.

Because the players who abandoned the game could not approach the center of the field, Gu Ze could only stand on the periphery and watch from afar.

Luo Xiaoxiao pinched the flower in her hand, stared blankly for a while, then suddenly started looking around, not knowing what she was looking for.

In the end, his eyes fell on Gu Ze.

There was finally a gleam of brilliance in the intoxicated eyes, he threw away the flower in his hand, and reached out to him.

Gu Ze almost walked over.

But due to the rules of the game, just be patient.

He is not someone who can't afford to lose, he just wants everyone to see clearly how he won Luo Xiaoxiao, and her value has been fully proved in this kind of competition.

This is what he wants.

His woman should be treated like this.

Luo Xiaoxiao couldn't get Gu Ze's response, so she staggered and wanted to stand up. Fortunately, she was so drunk that she couldn't even stand still, and fell back on the chair.

Almost fell over with the chair.

Gu Ze looked worried, and suddenly took a step forward, putting aside the crowd, and said in a deep voice: "Enough celebrations, let's start the next item!"

　 Everyone was startled by his shout.

The village chief came out in time to smooth things over: "Okay, the time is almost up, let's start the next item, get the props ready."

The so-called props are actually a very thick log, which is placed on a tripod about one meter high.

Participants must stand on a log and hold a rope in each hand to perform tug-of-war.

Whoever wins is the final champion.

After the third round of elimination, only one person remained in the end.

That is to say, the champion of the third round, that is to say, in the last round, there are only the two of them, and if Gu Ze wins, it will be three to one, and there is no doubt that he will win.

But if the opponent wins, two to two, the two can only end in a tie.

According to the rules of the village, if there is a tie, everyone has the right to pursue the girl, and neither party can intervene. They can even snatch the girl away that night, and outsiders are not allowed to intervene.

Gu Ze prepares to mount the log.

Lin Hui was worried about Zhong Zhong: "Master, there are no safety measures here, it's too dangerous."

Gu Ze ignored him and climbed up the one-meter-long log with his bare hands.

(End of this chapter)