Sun Miaomiao nodded slightly.

On the other side, in an inconspicuous position, Annie smiled lightly and said, "Interesting, Yuanshi Tianzun's combat style is somewhat similar to that of Demon Lord, but it's too reserved. Of course, other players are very reserved."

She is very satisfied with Yuanshi Tianzun's performance. Every time Yuanshi Tianzun wins a game, her evaluation will be higher by one point.

Mr. Bill asked, "Subtle?"

Annie nodded: "The devil's fighting style is meticulous and wild. He likes to insult the women in the enemy's family before the battle to achieve the effect of angering the enemy. For this reason, he also developed a set of catchphrases. Guys, it's not good to behave yourself before the war."

Mr. Bill was asking casually, but now he became interested: "The catchphrase developed by the devil? If it's not confidential, I want to hear it."

Annie shrugged: "Some vulgar words, what can I say. Well, there are some that are not vulgar, but we don't understand them."

She recalled it for a while, and said: "Your father and I are people of the same way, and your mother and I are friends with Guan Bao."

Mr. Bill repeated this sentence in a low voice, and shook his head helplessly: "I don't understand what it means, can this irritate people?"

Annie smiled and said, "You can try shouting."

Mr. Bill was silent for a few seconds, then shook his head slowly: "Forget it, I don't want to return to the spiritual realm so early."

On the other side, like the beauty Annie, there is also a beautiful young woman who is very satisfied with Yuanshi Tianzun.

Zhu Rong squinted her beautiful eyes, staring at Yuanshi Tianzun, whose outline was blurred in the distance, with a beautiful and dangerous smile:

"What an exciting toy."

The next few battles proceeded in an orderly manner, and at dusk, the list of the top eight was released.

Zhao Chenghuang, Didigong, Sun Miaomiao, Yinchi, Yuanshi Tianzun, Qingsongzi, Yuan Ting, Tianxia Guihuo.

The red-haired youth elder who was in charge of hosting the competition said loudly:

"competition is over!"

Zhang Yuanqing returned to his little nest, the windows were open, and the evening wind blew, raising a corner of the curtain.

Outside the room was the sound of grandma's cooking. People who got off work carried their schoolbags, went in and out of the community, and went to and from the streets.

Everyone was in a hurry, dragging their tired bodies home, just in time for dinner, and after dinner, they had to rest in order to prepare for tomorrow's commute.

Songhai is bustling and noisy in the evening. It is obviously crowded, but it lacks a little breath of life. Unless you are in an old community where aboriginal people gather together, it is difficult to see aunts enjoying the shade under the trees and old men gathering together to play chess.

"Grandma, is dinner ready? I'm hungry." Zhang Yuanqing opened the door, poked his head out, and shouted.

"When did you come back?" Grandma's voice came from the kitchen: "Wait for another half an hour."

"oh!"

Zhang Yuanqing retracted his head, picked up his phone, and sent Xiaoyuan a message of victory as usual to show off.

"Not bad!" Madoka replied a message to him.

A few seconds later, another message came: "Don't come to me these days, I may be being followed."

Being followed. Zhang Yuanqing was shocked and sent a message:

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