I became a fox girl and was captured by the True Dragon Saint

Qiao Xiaoxian leaned on the railing, laughed, and hung up the phone.

Jiang Keer knew, and she agreed.

I have already offered such extreme conditions, that bastard will not miss the opportunity to blackmail me.

"Ugh……"

She sighed, leaned back in her chair, and felt weak.

But she knew she didn't have time to get tired.

Winning is the only way to rescue Si Lian, and it must be a beautiful win.

*******

Yesterday was the match between 32 and 16, today is the match between 16 and 8, tomorrow is the match between 8 and 4, and the day after tomorrow is the match between 4 and 2.

So, the resurrection match will be the day after tomorrow.

At this time of year in previous years, the topic discussed among the monks was who was most likely to win the championship, and they might even fight for it. But today, the monks seemed to have forgotten that there was such a thing as a champion in the Shenzhou Cup - all their expectations were focused on that one resurrection match.

Even though they didn't admit it, the human monks couldn't deceive themselves about their feelings - damn it, that bastard little monster was so annoying, and now everyone wanted to see her miserable look after she boasted and got beaten up by reality.

Kill all the teams in the semi-finals? Why don't you go to heaven?

However, what made them feel even more aggrieved was the rumor circulating among the people that "the emperor was afraid."

"Have you heard? Emperor Jing is actually afraid of such a small team! It is said that their team leader Si Lian was captured! I don't know if it is true or not..."

"It's true! I heard that too!"

"Has Emperor Jing lost his mind? Why should we be afraid of such a small and broken team?"

"I don't understand... In this way, even if the Bagpipe Squad loses, won't they have an excuse to shirk responsibility?"

"And it makes us lose face in front of the demon tribe. What a stupid operation."

Rumors like these spread throughout Shenzhou in an instant. Although the human cultivators were reluctant to talk about this embarrassing topic, the four words "Emperor Jing is afraid" were like a seed, deeply buried in the hearts of all cultivators.

Time will dilute everything, and the monks' memory of current events is extremely short - that's how it should be.

But all the human media outlets are tacitly aware of this and insist on making mocking remarks about the Bagpipe Squad every day to ensure that the popularity of this matter remains at a high level.

That seemingly insignificant resurrection match on ordinary days has now become the most important event in China.

The more they build up momentum, the more humiliated the demon clan will be this time, and the more their self-confidence will be crushed - this is a trick they are extremely skilled at and have used countless times, and it has never failed.

It would have been fine if the Bagpipe Team had participated in the competition in a low-key manner, but no one expected that they would take the initiative to start a group mockery. Acting this way, after they lose, it will be a thousand times more embarrassing than an ordinary failure!

Such a good opportunity, neither the human media nor the organizers of the competition would miss it.

*******

Jiang Ke'er turned a deaf ear to what was happening outside and made use of the last bit of time to train the bagpipe team members against the clock.

As agreed, the members of the Bagpipe Team spent a huge amount of money to buy a large number of magic and combat secrets.

This was a strange kind of training that they had never been exposed to before. Although it was not very difficult, it did require crazy brainwashing training to accomplish.

"Wait a minute," Jiang Ke'er suddenly called out to the little demons after the day's training was over.

The exhausted little demons slumped on the ground, looking at Jiang Keer.

"Tomorrow is the resurrection match," Jiang Ke'er paused and said, "If you have anything to say to your family, write a letter."

For a moment, the yard was so quiet that the only sound was the whistling sound of the cold wind blowing across the eaves. The children were silent.

Maybe there will be no chance in the future.

They know.

"I've already written it!" Jie Shui laughed proudly, looking into the distance with longing, "I told them to scatter my ashes into the East China Sea after I die! I've long wanted to see what the bottom of the East China Sea looks like. I heard there are beautiful corals and fish with lanterns on their heads. I'm not strong enough to go see it while I'm alive, but it would be great if I could after I die!"

Jie Shui's optimism seemed to infect the other little monsters.

"I'll go to the East China Sea to accompany you," Gan Ruanruan smiled and wiped the corners of her eyes, "I don't know where to go anyway... You can write a letter to your family tonight and ask them to scatter my ashes over there as well, otherwise no one will collect my body."

"Then I'll go to the East China Sea too," Lin Gang scratched his head, his face flushed, and then pointed at the writing on his arm and said angrily, "You two bastards still owe me hundreds of magic crystals. If you don't pay me back before you die, I will chase you to the underworld! No one in this world can escape my debt!"

“…Too cruel.” Jie Shui covered his face.

"I'm familiar with the sea," A Miao smiled shyly, "I can take you to play, but I haven't been to the East China Sea in Shenzhou. I don't know if it's any different from the sea in the beginner realm..."

These guys.

Jiang Ke'er leaned against the wall and looked at her four teammates, shaking her head helplessly: "You guys, why don't you think about what will happen after you win? If you win, there are still many things that need to be explained and prepared in advance."

All the little demons were stunned at the same time.

"Ehhhhh?"

They never expected to win this situation.

"It's better... stop dreaming," Jie Shui said with a forced smile, "You will be disappointed, and that will make your death even more painful."

"Well...if we can win, we can talk about what happens after we win!" Gan Ruanruan looked up at the sky, "If we can win, then the problems that come after that won't be a problem, right?"

"Why give people expectations and then let them down?"

"That's just like the rubbish unofficial history author who claimed to post three chapters a day but didn't even fart in the end. His crime is unforgivable!" Jie Shui was talking, and suddenly he was furious. "If I can really win, I'm going to break that bastard author's legs! He keeps standing me up all day, it makes me so mad!"

Although the topic went a bit off topic, everyone understood Jie Shui's wonderful metaphor and laughed.

Gan Ruanruan, who was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, shouted: "Leave the other leg to me!"

"Okay, okay, it's settled!"

The sad atmosphere was gone.

Maybe I've become proficient at it.

After all, in every game we have ever experienced, one wrong step would lead to disaster.

We've come this far, what is there to be afraid of?

Jiang Ke'er shook her head and smiled, then raised the wine gourd towards the bright moon.

"Dry!"

(1/1)

70. Fire in the Snow

The day of the Easter match.

At daybreak, the bagpipe team members polished their weapons, straightened their clothes, combed their hair, and set off for the competition venue.

This is a big day that has attracted worldwide attention. The Shenzhou Cup will usher in the most special resurrection match in history. Hundreds of millions of Shenzhou residents are looking forward to the moment when that arrogant team will be slapped in the face and turned into pigs. It is an event that is more worthy of celebration than the Chinese New Year and a celebration for the whole world!

The entire stadium's stands were packed, accommodating at least hundreds of thousands of monks from all over the world, eagerly waiting to witness that historic moment.

I don't know which busybody started the conversation, but soon the stadium, which stretched for several miles, was filled with shouts one after another.

"Bagpipe Squad——"

"die!"

"Bagpipe Squad——"

"die!"

It was the same format, except that in the past what appeared here were cheers for the various teams, but this time, it was all pure malice.

The moment Jiang Keer stepped out of the competition team's preparation area, the spotlights were fixed on her and the other team members, bringing thousands of eyes to them.

Then, reporters like locusts held up microphones and began to chatter and ask questions with greedy eyes as if they wanted to devour them clean.

"Which team do you want to die at the hands of?"

"Have you thought of a decent way to die?"

"Are you really not going to give up?"

"Excuse me, why didn't I see your team coach Si Lian today? Did she desert the battlefield?"

It was not until she heard the name Si Lian that Jiang Ke'er paused and stared at the other person with cold eyes.

The other party was frightened by Jiang Ke'er's stare, but relying on the fact that this was his territory, he hurriedly pressed on, "Am I right? Si Lian couldn't bear the pressure, so he fled at the last minute, right?"

"Enough!" A delicate shout came from outside the crowd. The voice clearly suppressed the chattering questions, and the faint pressure instantly stuffed the questions in the reporters' throats back into their throats.

"You know where Si Lian is!" The woman strode over and used her peach wood cane to roughly push aside the crowd of reporters, forcing a path through the crowd. Then, she stopped in front of Jiang Ke'er and protected her firmly behind her.

Jiang Ke'er stared blankly at the woman's back, her mouth open, and her nose suddenly felt sore.

The woman spoke in a proud voice, her tone no longer gentle and kind, but with a fierce murderous intent. She raised her eyebrows and said, "If anyone dares to bully my little disciple again, you'd better pray that you will be healthy and free from disasters for the rest of your life! Get out! Make way!"

"you……"

The reporters around stared at her with disbelief and horror, unable to understand this person...why did she appear here, and not help the human race, but instead clearly favored the Bagpipe Squad.

"Master..." Jiang Ke'er bit her lower lip tightly. She suddenly had the urge to rush up to him and hug him and cry to him. Tears welled up in her eyes.

"Silly disciple, you must have suffered a lot in the past six months," Yiqin took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to reminisce, and suddenly held Jiang Keer's hand tightly, pulling her out of the crowd, "But it's not time to relax yet, wait until you win the game and come back, and we'll have a good chat!"

Jiang Ke'er was speechless.

Master...believes she can win?

I don’t know what was happening in my heart, but it was as if a ray of light suddenly pierced through the dark clouds and shone onto the earth. I felt so comfortable... and my whole body was filled with strength!

"Yiqin! Do you know what your actions represent?" A reporter was unwilling to give up, staring at Yiqin hysterically and said, "The Taiming Sect claims to be neutral, but your actions are pushing the Taiming Sect into the fire pit!"

"Oh?"

Yiqin turned around and suddenly a disdainful smile appeared on her face.

The contempt and ridicule in that smile were surprisingly 80% similar to Jiang Ke'er's!

"Then let me explain it clearly to you all now." Yiqin said lightly.

"An explanation is needed!" The reporter gritted his teeth and handed over the microphone, and the camera crystals were all aimed at Yiqin.

"Qingyi is the nineteenth seat of Lingyin Valley in Taiming Sect and the direct disciple of the Lingyin Valley Master. She is my disciple," Yiqin said proudly. "Although her abilities have surpassed the scope of what I can teach, once she is my disciple, she will be my disciple for life! Any peak master of Taiming Sect will protect his disciples until death!"

The reporters were so shocked that their microphones and cameras dropped to the ground.

Yiqin's decisive words showed that she had already stood on the opposite side of the correct public opinion of the human race without hesitation, and strongly supported the demon cultivator Qingyi.

"You...can your words represent the entire Taiming Sect?" asked a human reporter in a trembling voice.

Yiqin smiled.

Just when people around her thought that she would take this opportunity to distance herself from Taiming Sect in order to avoid causing greater losses to Taiming Sect.

"Why not?" Yiqin said with a faint smile.

It was so resounding that there was no room for turning back, as if it was the same determination and arrogance as Jiang Ke'er.

They really are worthy of being master and disciple.

"Have you asked enough? If you have, please move aside." Yiqin said coldly.

Another person spoke unwillingly: "Excuse me for being blunt, but Taiming Sect is not the organizer of the competition and does not have the qualifications to enter or leave the competition venue."

"Oh."

Yiqin raised her hand and shook the name tag on her clothes.

[Shenzhou Medical Alliance - Chief Leader - Chief Supervisor of the Shenzhou Cup Medical Rescue Work - Supreme Commander of the Shenzhou Cup Medical Team - Venerable Yiqin]

"Then they..."

Everyone looked at the large group of people that Yiqin brought with her.

"Oh," everyone said in unison and raised their name tags.

Mu Shuang waved her name tag and winked excitedly at Jiang Ke'er.

Senior Sister Mu Shuang is here too... and there are many familiar faces.

Wait a minute, that guy with mushrooms growing on his head...when did he become a medical practitioner?

Do experimental subjects count?!

"What about those people? They can't all be like that!"