My ability is the original god, please enlighten me!

"Your ability is the body strengthening system of using a sword, right?" Chris stared at Zheng Wu, her pupils shining with a strange red light under the moonlit night. "Then, if you want to improve your chances of surviving in a dangerous dungeon, you should exercise your defense and dodge abilities first."

The blood mist around Chris suddenly spewed out, gradually rose and spread in the air, and finally formed a huge sea of ​​blood hundreds of meters long and wide, in which bright red and strange rays of light surged like waves.

Zheng Wu: WTF? !

"Wait! Wait!! Master Chrissy, I will die this way, I will definitely die!!!" Looking at the scene of natural disaster, the corners of Zheng Wu's mouth twitched wildly, his knees softened, and he almost fell asleep. He knelt down: "Did you misunderstand my defense and dodge? This kind of attack can't exercise me at all, it will only make me dead!!!"

"Don't make noise, I know." Chris looked at the trembling Zheng Wu speechlessly: "It's not that I want to crush you with absolute strength, what's the point of that."

"Next, I will split into countless small blood bullets to attack you." With a thought in Chrissy's mind, blood beads the size of ping pong balls appeared in the sea of ​​blood. "I will adjust the attack speed according to your reaction, and gradually reach the limit you can bear."

"I have reduced the corrosion of the blood to the minimum, and it will cause a little bruise at most."

"That's good, that's good." Zheng Wu breathed a sigh of relief, and summoned a sword bathed in dragon blood, his eyes showing fighting spirit. "Come on, if it's this level, I'm not afraid to come no matter how many times I come!"

"Christina, let me show you what an agile fighter is!"

Zheng Wu aimed his sword at the sea of ​​blood in front of him, his face full of vigor.

After half an hour.

"Aunt Chris, stop fighting, I surrender!!!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

Swollen into a pig's head, Zheng Wu, who even his mother couldn't recognize, raised his sword to cover his face, squatting on the ground, and the surrounding ground was covered with countless small potholes.

It's true that there will only be a little bruise on the body, but the opponent's attack speed is the fiery Gatling! ! !

"Get up, the real battlefield will not give you time to rest." Chris, who entered the hell instructor mode, looked serious, and looked at Zheng Wu, who was squatting on the ground with bruises on the opposite side, and the loli voice was full of With a feeling of hatred, iron can't be made into steel: "This small injury can be recovered in less than a day based on the physique of the participants, and it will not affect the combat effectiveness at all."

"Wait, I think everything should be combined with work and rest to achieve the best results."

Zheng Wu, who raised his sword and crouched in defense, immediately sat down, with an elegant smile on his swollen pig-headed face:

"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight, why don't we sit on the dry grass and have a rest and enjoy the beautiful moonlight?"

"Ah."

"Don't think I don't know what the moonlight is so beautiful."

There was a hint of danger in Chris's eyes, and a sneer sneered at the corner of her mouth.

The courage of this silly servant is really getting fatter, and he dared to take advantage of her.

"It seems that the intensity of the exercise is not enough."

The sea of ​​blood trembled faintly, and slowly differentiated into giant blood beads the size of basketballs.

After a few minutes.

"Help, domestic violence!!!!!!"

Zheng Wu's miserable voice resounded throughout the night sky.

Chapter 79 Are you here to pierce my heart? !

At ten o'clock in the evening, in the activity room of the Qingkong Harmonica Club.

"Damn, brother, why did you become a pig's head?"

Zhong Zhenglin, who was practicing the harmonica in the activity room, looked at Zheng Wu who walked in, and was so frightened that the harmonica in his hand almost fell off.

After all, the bruises on Zheng Wu's face were purple and bruised, and the swelling had not completely subsided. It looked as terrifying as if he had been hit in the face by countless fists.

"Brother, don't ask." Zheng Wu rolled his eyes, as if he was not surprised by his reaction. "The question is that I met an unreasonable, picky and arrogant Queen last night, and then I let her beat me up without fighting back."

"Then you might as well say that you were beaten up by Luffy's rubber gun. That's more convincing to me." Zhong Zhenglin complained about his words, and seeing what Zheng Wu didn't mean, he stopped asking and changed the subject: "It seems You also know that your time is approaching, and my father is very pleased to come here to practice the harmonica."

"What time is approaching, don't use idioms if you don't know how to use them." Zheng Wu raised his middle finger at Zhong Zhenglin, walked to the stool next to him and sat down. "That's called showing off your skills, showing off your ambitions!"

He took out the harmonica box in his belt, opened it and wiped the mouth of the harmonica with a clean cloth, Zheng Wu said indifferently:

"Don't worry, I will be there on time for the large-scale club activities at Qingshan University in a few days."

"My brother seems to be very confident." Zhong Zhenglin looked at Zheng Wu's confident appearance, and couldn't help but expose Zheng Wu's black history: "I don't know who was so nervous when he played for the first time that he was so nervous that he was in a mess halfway through the performance." gone."

"Brother, do you want to compare the blue bird with me again?"

Zheng Wu looked at Zhong Zhenglin with "kind" eyes.

"Don't... I admit defeat." Zhong Zhenglin raised the white flag instantly, picked up a watch on the table and handed it to Zheng Wu, "Here, here is the program list for the performance on the opposite side."

"You are in the second place, which is considered to be the heat stage. Behind you is the lifelong enemy of our harmonica—the Dixiao Association." After a pause, Zhong Zhenglin's eyes became a little serious: "The Dixiao Association of Qingshan University is very powerful. I have seen their performance on the website, the level is very high, I doubt there are music students in it, so..."

"You don't have to worry about messing things up, the other party just let us play with the idea of ​​suppressing first and then raising." Zhong Zhenglin finally had the appearance of the head of the technical department at this time: "The purpose of our harmonica technical department has never been to pursue What performance effect, just need members to enjoy the process of performance."

"Okay, brother, I know."

Zhong Zhenglin's earnest appearance made Zheng Wu a little uncomfortable. He sighed, and Zheng Wu couldn't help but seriously respond:

"Really don't worry about me, I'm not afraid of this kind of scene." Thinking of the golden dragon and blood sea a few days ago, Zheng Wu couldn't help sighing: "I've already experienced the real big scene, it's just a performance , Guaranteed to play out the prestige of our Qingkong Harmonica Club!"

Seeing that Zheng Wu really didn't seem to have any stage fright and nervousness, Zhong Zhenglin heaved a sigh of relief.

He had originally thought about giving up the position of head of the technical department of the Harmonica Club to Zheng Wu in his junior year, and he deliberately took over this performance in order to exercise Zheng Wu.

But if the blow is too great, causing Zheng Wu to give up the harmonica, then the loss outweighs the gain.

"It's good if you have confidence, and I will go with you when the time comes to cheer you up."

Zhong Zhenglin tried to reassure Zheng Wu.

"No..." Zheng Wu showed a look of seeing through him: "I think if I overturn at that time, you will definitely laugh at me severely."

"How could it be, haha..."

Zhong Zhenglin showed an unconvincing smile.

......

Two days later, at nine o'clock in the morning, outside the gate of Qingshan University.

Zheng Wu and Zhong Zhenglin stood on the cement road, feeling the scorching sun, covered in sweat.

"Brother, why don't we take the bus, why do we have to ride a bicycle?" Zheng Wu wiped the sweat from his forehead, a little speechless: "Your habit of motion sickness hasn't improved even now, has it?"

"No, think about it," Zhong Zhenglin panted, showing a sunny smile: "Since it's rare to go to the battlefield, how can we not warm up in advance?"

"I'm helping you arouse the blood in your heart, brother, not because I'm motion sick."

"The hot blood is not called out, but there is a lot of hot sweat." Zheng Wu complained, "Now that I have warmed up too much, I already want to go back to the dormitory and enjoy the air conditioning."

"Hold on, bro, I'll buy you an ice cream, don't give up hope!"

Zhong Zhenglin ran to a canteen not far away to buy two ice creams, and ran back a few minutes later to hand him the classic mung bean money: "Shenghui two yuan."

"Why do I remember it's only one yuan and five..."

After receiving the ice cream, Zheng Wu couldn't help complaining.

"It's called rounding!" Zhong Zhenglin gave him a thumbs up, and then, regardless of Zheng Wu's speechless expression, he took a bite of the ice cream and set off, "The opening will be at 09:30, time is running out, let's go."

Zheng Wu sighed and had no choice but to follow.

He felt that his elder brother's presence was useless except to pierce his heart.

......

!【+

Zheng Wu and Zhong Zhenglin looked at the exquisite statues beside the road while biting the ice cream, and couldn't help but tsk-tsk their praises.

"Brother, you haven't left the order yourself, can you leave me alone?"

The two hurt each other along the way, and finally arrived at the destination at [-]:[-].

"Wow, this place can only be said to be rich."

Looking at the exquisite and wide open-air stage, Zhong Zhenglin could only sigh in this way.

"It is indeed rich."

Zheng Wu watched the high-end audio equipment and lighting facilities on the stage, and followed suit.

Surrounding the stage was an extremely wide road, and there were countless associations setting up stalls on both sides of the road. It seemed that today was the association culture festival of Qingshan University, and the dark crowd surged on the road, burying the figures of the two of them.

"Let's go, report to the back of the stage first." Zhong Zhenglin walked over the crowd and walked to the back of the stage, "Otherwise it will be embarrassing for people to call and ask later."

Nodding his head, Zheng Wu looked away from the stalls around him, and followed Zhong Zhenglin.

"You are Zheng Wu from Qingkong Harmonica Club of Lanhai University, welcome."

As soon as they walked to the back of the stage, someone came out to greet Zheng Wu and the others after seeing their appearance.

"Oh, yes." Zheng Wu was a little surprised, he was recognized by someone before he revealed his identity, which made him curious: "How did you recognize me?"

The boy with glasses in front of him smiled, and his tone was full of confidence: "We have done our homework for this cultural festival performance at the Federation of Associations. Everyone who needs to perform on stage needs to pass our investigation and approval. You are in the association. "Turning into the Wind" played at the final road show was wonderful, and I look forward to your performance later."

After speaking, he handed over a number plate and told Zheng Wu to enter before ten o'clock, then turned and left without delay.

"So polite..."

Holding the number plate in his hand, Zheng Wu couldn't help sighing when he saw the other party's polite appearance.

"The only ones who can get admitted here are social elites." Zhong Zhenglin put Zheng Wu's shoulders on his shoulders, "You don't think that when you come here, someone will sneer at you and look down on you, right?"

"It's the plot of the novel that people despise you, and then go on stage to pretend to be slapped in the face. In reality, everyone is not stupid, especially those who can be admitted. Your full courtesy and respect."

"I know." Zheng Wu, feeling very hot, patted his hand away, "I haven't read novels like campus pretense and slap in the face since junior high school."

"There is still some time before going on stage. I'm going backstage to practice my harmonica." Zheng Wu took out the piano case in his belt, "Brother, you're right under the stage, look forward to my perfect performance."

"I just hope you can play normally later."

Zhong Zhenglin looked at Zheng Wu's back, felt the dark crowd that had gathered around the stage, and sighed.

09:30am.

Accompanied by a well-dressed host walking out of the stage——

Aoyama University No.40 The [-]th College Student Association Cultural Festival Exhibition has officially started!

Chapter 80 is the perfect acting...fuck! ! !

"It's started, it's started."

"Go quickly, you won't be able to grab the front seat later."

"I heard that there will be performances by clubs from other schools this time. I wonder if there are girls from other schools..."

"Without a young lady, a pretty little brother in women's clothing is also fine..."

"You have a strong taste..."

"..."

There were disjointed sounds from all around, and Zhong Zhenglin under the stage was huddled in the crowd, looking at the gradually opening stage and the cameras not far in front, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

It should be the first time for my brother to be on such a big stage, and there are so many audiences. I hope that if he messes up later, he won't be shocked too much and just give up the harmonica.

Zhong Zhenglin is already thinking about the next thing on the premise of screwing up.

"Let us give warm applause and welcome the martial arts club to bring us..."

Accompanied by the impassioned voice of the host, the first show officially began, and dozens of people wearing the costumes of ancient martial arts practitioners came out one after another, holding shiny big knives in their hands.

The opponent's uniform movements, as well as the energetic shouts and waving swords that stepped on the rhythm of the music, made the atmosphere instantly heated up, "Wushu Club! Wushu Club! Wushu Club!" Such a voice did not know Who brought it up, the voices of support from the audience are endless.

"Damn it, will you play Wang Zha from the very beginning..." Zhong Zhenglin looked at the grand scene on the stage, listened to the support and shouts around him, and couldn't help but immerse himself in the atmosphere of the scene. There is a feeling of blood boiling in my heart. "The atmosphere has been brought up."

Seeing the jubilant audience around after the first show, Zhong Zhenglin couldn't help becoming more and more worried.

But when Zheng Wu came to the stage, there was a faint noise behind him, which made Zhong Zhenglin turn his head to look, and then instantly stayed where he was petrified.

......

"The next guest to perform is the Qingkong Harmonica Club from Lanhai University..."

coming.