They awakened the simulator memory!

"What a pity~"

Mianmu Saotiao let go of Qingshuiquan and took a few steps back with a smile on his face.

Then, she raised her white and tender hands and said in a clear voice.

"I surrender."

The referee frowned and announced loudly.

"Player No. 666 Mianme Satori surrendered, and player No. 5433 Qingshuiquan won."

"The E7 group competitions are all over, and the final player to advance is player No. 5433 Qingshuiquan."

With the referee's announcement, everything settled.

Qing Shuiquan put away her swords, took a deep look at Mianmu Zuotiao, and then turned around and left the ring.

However, as soon as he took two steps, Mianmu Saotiao caught up behind him.

"Hey~ Mr. Qingshui, are you really not going to give it to me?"

Mianmu Saotiao tilted her little head and asked in a sweet tone.

Qingshuiquan squinted his eyes at Mianmu Zuotiao and said calmly: "I won't give it."

Mianmu Zuotiao blinked twice and didn't say anything more, but he didn't leave just yet.

She followed Qing Shuiquan and walked side by side out of the ring with Qing Shuiquan.

Just like in previous games, reporters surrounded Qing Shuiquan as soon as he stepped off the ring.

Half of the reporters who gathered around came to Qingshuiquan, and the other half came to Mianme Saotori.

"Mr. Qingshui, what is your relationship with Miss Mianmu? Were you hugging each other on the ring just now?"

"Miss Mianmu, may I ask why you gave up?"

"Miss Mianmu, why are you hugging Mr. Shimizu? What is your relationship?"

"Mr. Qingshui..."

"Miss Mianmu..."

Looking at the group of gossip reporters, Qing Shuiquan suddenly reacted.

He suddenly turned his head to look at Mianmu Saotiao, and saw her pretending to be shy and speaking in a soft voice.

"Qingshui-kun and I are actually in love..."

Qing Shuiquan's eyes twitched and he immediately interrupted: "Mian Mu! I promise you!"

"Eh?"

Mianmu Saotiao covered her red lips and said in surprise: "Qingshui-kun, please agree to my lawsuit... um~"

Before Mian Mesotori could finish speaking, Qing Shuiquan suddenly stepped forward and covered her mouth, and mobilized his spiritual power to seal her throat, rendering her speechless for a short time.

Immediately afterwards, Qingshuiquan grabbed Mianmu Saotori's wrist and dragged her to break through the circle of reporters and run towards the contestants' tunnel.

After entering the player tunnel and getting rid of the reporters, Qing Shuiquan immediately tapped Mianme Saotori's throat, took back his spiritual power, and lifted the ban on her.

"Is it fun?"

Qing Shuiquan blocked Mianmu Zuotiao in the corner and looked down at her expressionlessly.

"Ah~~"

Mianmu Saotiao opened his mouth and found that he could speak.

She blinked her eyes and looked at the clear water spring in front of her with interest.

"That's amazing! How did you make me speechless?"

"..."

Qing Shuiquan did not answer, but stared at Mianmu Zuotiao with deep eyes.

"Miss Mianmu, do you know that your current situation is very dangerous?"

"Eh? Danger? Do you want to do something to Satori?"

Mianmu Satori blinked his eyes and said in a clear voice: "Although Satori is not your opponent, it is not that easy to do what you want to do to Satori."

"is it?"

Qing Shuiquan raised his hand and quickly tapped Mianmu Zuotiao three times on the side of his neck, chest and abdomen.

"So what now?" Qing Shuiquan asked with faint eyes.

"?!!"

Mianmu Satoniao's pupils narrowed.

Can't move? !

I can't move my legs, arms, or neck, and I can't speak.

How on earth is this done?Acupuncture?

"Do you understand now? What I want to do to you is very easy, very easy, so... don't tease others if you have nothing to do. There are many ways to treat a little girl like you in this world."

"For your father's sake, I won't hold you accountable for your rudeness today, but the necessary punishment must still be meted out."

"Since it is the calamity of words, I will give you the punishment of words."

As he spoke, Qing Shuiquan pinched Mianmu Saotiao's jaw with his left hand, forcing her to open her mouth. Then he stretched out the index finger of his right hand, entered her mouth, and wrote a rune on her tongue that had the effect of paralysis and restraint.

Immediately afterwards, Qing Shuiquan withdrew his index finger that was stained with saliva, and wrote a sealing rune on Mianmu Zuotiao's soft pink lips.

After everything was done, Qing Shuiquan wiped his right index finger on Mianmu Zuotiao.

"The verbal torture will last for two hours. During this time, you cannot open your mouth or move your tongue."

"This is just a small punishment to give you some memory. If there is another time, it won't end so easily."

"In addition, the recording is fake. I didn't bring my mobile phone, but the fact that I met your father is true. Next time you mess around, I will have to talk to you about your education."

246. "Young Elders"

"There's not much time, it's time for me to leave. So, Miss Mianmu, goodbye."

After saying that, Qing Shuiquan turned and left.

But just after taking two steps, Qing Shuiquan seemed to remember something again, and turned around to remind him.

"Your mobility will be restored in ten seconds, so there is no need to be afraid, just be patient and count down to a few dozen."

"..."

Unable to move and unable to speak, Mianmu Saotiao stood there, watching Qingshuiquan leave intently while counting down in his heart.

"10...3...2...1."

As soon as the countdown ended, Mianmu Saotiao was keenly aware that something seemed to be melting on the side of his neck, abdomen, and chest.

That strange feeling lasted less than a second and then disappeared without a trace.

She moved her hands and feet to make sure she had regained her mobility.

"what is that?"

The speechless Mianmu Saotori asked in confusion.

As a child of the Wu family, her knowledge is quite extensive, and she can be sure that this is by no means the so-called acupuncture technique!

What exactly is this?

Mianmu Saotori tried to open his mouth, but found that his lips seemed to be stuck together by some kind of strong glue and could not be forcibly pulled apart.

And the tongue was just like Qing Shuiquan said, stiff and numb, completely uncontrolled by her.

"..."

Mian Mu Zuo Niao Liu's eyebrows tightened, and his eyes gradually darkened.

But two seconds later, a strange color suddenly appeared in Mianmu Zuotiao's eyes.

Then, she arched her eyebrows and left the corner with a slightly mysterious smile.

.........

At 01:30 in the afternoon, the runes left by Qingshuiquan dispersed, and Mianmu Zuotiao regained his speech ability on time.

After making sure that his tongue and lips were back under control, Mianme Saotiao immediately grabbed the mineral water from his "sister" Mianme Wan and drank half the bottle in one go.

She was a little thirsty when she entered the ring, and then she had to hold it in for two hours due to the oral torture. Now she was so thirsty that she couldn't bear it.

Having solved his thirst problem, Mianmu Zuotiao squinted his eyes at Mianmuyan with a cold expression.

"Where is father now?"

"The game will end soon, and father should be preparing for the drawing ceremony."

At the end of the group stage, there will be a drawing ceremony to determine everyone's schedule and opponents for the main match.

"When will the lottery ceremony end? Where will father go after it's over?" Mianme Saotori asked casually.

"It will end in about half an hour. After that, my father will go back to the referee's room, pack his things, and then go to the conference room to have a meeting with the referees."

"Okay, I understand. Hey, let's go and wait in the chief referee's room."

"kindness......"

Mian Muyan, who was wearing a white mask, didn't ask any questions and silently followed his "sister" to the general referee's room.

.........

At two o'clock in the afternoon, as soon as Masao Mumeme returned to the referee's room, he saw his two precious daughters.

"Why are you here? Do you have something to tell me?"

Masao Mumeme asked as he walked towards the desk.

"Father, you are tired, drink tea."

Mianmu Saotiao brought the tea that Mianmu San had just brewed to Mianmu Masao with a smile.

Mianmu Masao took a sip of tea, then put it on the desk and said.

"Satori, are you here to ask me about your opponent in the last round?"

He is aware of his precious daughter's little moves.

Yesterday, Sui and other disciples in the dojo inquired about Junior Brother Qingshui, and he found out that night.

He knew very well that with Sui's character he would not take the initiative to inquire about a stranger. This was definitely what Saatori asked Sui to do as his sister.

Today, when he saw Satori losing to Junior Brother Qingshui, he knew that Satori was going to come to him to inquire about Junior Brother Qingshui's situation.

It's just that... Satori came much later than he expected. He originally thought that Satori would come to him as soon as possible, but he didn't expect to wait until the lottery ceremony was over before coming.

Yes, compared to before, his temperament is slightly calmer, which is an improvement.

Another point is that Junior Brother Qingshui is really surprising. In less than two months of self-taught swordsmanship, he was able to defeat his daughter, who has been a swordsman since she was a primary school student.

Should he be said to be a swordsman genius comparable to his mentor?Such talent and talent are truly amazing.

"Hmm~"

Mianmu Saotori asked very obediently: "Father, Mr. Qingshui's Beichen Mingshen style swordsmanship is so superb, he must be one of our own family, right? I'm a little curious, what swordsmanship did he learn from that uncle? I inquired all day yesterday but couldn’t find anything.”

"You want to know?" Mianmu Masao asked with a strange look in his eyes.

"Yeah~" Mianmu Zuotiao nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"..."

Mianmu Masao didn't answer immediately. He sat on his desk and tapped his index finger on the table, as if he was hesitating.

After a while, Mianmu Zhengxiong raised his head and looked at Mianmu Zuotiao.

"Satori, I think you must have some guesses in your mind. Tell me what your guesses are first."

Mianmu Zuotiao blinked and asked tentatively: "Is it Uncle Lengquan?"

His master had five true disciples. Master Kyogoku had passed away. She had inquired about her own dojo as well as the dojos of Master Tsumugi and Uncle Suzuki. If there were none, the only one left was Lengquan who suffered from ankylosing spondylitis. Uncle Master.