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Sishang looked at the corpses on the ground and said: "The Blood Demon has been found."

The white-haired man said: "Young Master, the Blood Demon has not been found. They did not leave any clues or hints. Moreover, General Lu Xiao sent them back and said nothing."

Later, the white-haired man told the story of the conflict exactly as it was. In this process, Yang Mo was not seen.

"This is the gift given to us by the Blood Demon. I used him to kill the True King, and he used Lu Xiao's hand to kill our people. This is a borrowed knife to kill before returning the favor to me. Inform brothers, there is no need to look for it.

Just keep an eye on the field camp. Let these brothers be buried well." Si Shang yawned and went back to his room to sleep.

However, he couldn't understand more and more, why Yang Mo wanted to go to the field camp at this time, was it just to deal with this little Luo Luo? Isn't it too cost-effective?

At this time, General Lu Xiao had just walked out of Yang Mo's room. Why did Yang Mo know that someone was coming to attack? He had to understand, but after a simple exchange, he found that he did not dare to understand the truth at all.

He is certain of one thing, and that is Team Despair, which is likely to make a splash this time and bring despair to others.

In the next two days, the camp was quiet, and everyone was recuperating. Except for eating with everyone every day and discussing medical skills with Yu He, Yang Mo spent most of his time in the room. On the one hand, he improved himself as usual.

secondly, he must think of a perfect strategy to snatch back the orchid.

This time is different. If he dares to show up blatantly, there is no return.

This week has passed quickly, and the day of the competition has officially arrived.

In the early morning, as soon as I walked out of the room, I could feel that today's camp was different from usual. Lu Tao and others put on their best military uniforms and looked their best.

For breakfast, several people also ate according to standards.

After eating, they came to the center of the camp. When they arrived, many people had already arrived. They were all neatly dressed, with the names of their respective teams embroidered on their clothes. These clothes were glory, and they were higher than those with lower military ranks.

Even more important.

"Sir, you look particularly handsome today."

Yuan He also appeared in a neat military uniform and greeted Yang Mo. After a few days of contact, he found that Yang Mo really only knew a little bit about medical skills. This made him admire Yang Mo even more, that a layman could achieve such an achievement.

More difficult.

"Old seniors are the ones who are strong and full of energy." Yang Mo responded.

"I'm old. Sir, it's really embarrassing for Xiaohe to say this. Sir, I'm here to cheer you today." Yuanhe responded with a smile.

"Then thank you, senior."

Lu Tao and others had weird expressions, and the names of these two people were too weird.

At this time, Xihe and his team came over and snorted coldly when they heard the conversation between the two people.

"Xihe, are your wounds healed?" Yuanhe saw Xihe and walked up to ask with concern.

"Okay, okay, thank you sir for your concern." Xihe responded casually.

"Well, you kid is quite obedient. You have done as I told you these two days. Young people should listen more to the old people. There is nothing wrong with that. You should also pay more attention when you get on the ring. The competition is important, but

Your body is equally important..." Yuan He taught earnestly.

Yuan He was scolding him in his heart. He was a man in his forties. In front of Yuan He, who was nearly 70 years old, he was indeed a junior, but Yang Mo was still watching. How could he accept this contrast?

Already?

But Yuanhe, the miraculous doctor with holy hands, was highly respected, and he could not refute anything, so he could only obey.

"Xihe, don't look so impatient. The old doctor is doing this for your own good. You were injured in the ring later, and you still need the old doctor to help you treat him." Lin Zhao walked over and said hello with a smile.

Seeing Xihe like this, he couldn't help but laugh. Xiao Xiang stood next to him, also smiling from ear to ear.

"Stop saying a word, kid, no one will treat you like a mute. When you get on the ring, be careful with your face." Xihe cursed bitterly, this guy is really annoying.

"Young man, you are indeed very worrying. Among all the people present, your status is the one that worries me, grandpa." Yuan He looked at Lin Zhao and spoke seriously.

The word "grandpa" made Lin Zhao's face turn green at that moment. Damn, what do you mean?

Everyone around was laughing loudly, and some people were laughing so hard that they were laughing so hard.

"Someone was promoted to great-grandfather so quickly. I didn't expect him to be so precocious." Sun Yuanyuan laughed while rubbing her belly, while teasing Yang Mo.

"This is totally different." Yang Mo became more and more speechless and felt a headache.

But others didn't think so. They all felt that Yang Mo said something to Yuan He to make Yuan He say this.

"Haha, I forgot that Young Master Lin is a junior and is not very sensible. Let's just forget about the shot yesterday. I am a grown man and I can't argue with a junior, right?" Xihe said with a smile, the wound was different.

A little cracked.

Lin Zhao gave Xihe a sharp look, "Damn it, if you go into the ring today, I'm going to cripple your other arm."

He said with a cold face: "Old doctor, you should worry about others, right? I am in good health and I don't think anyone can hurt me."

This is not his arrogance or bragging, but his real confidence.

"Young people always don't believe what the old say. They always think that their body is good enough and can be abused. Your body is indeed the worst among the people here. Even if the life in the military camp is boring, you can't be bored enough to consume yourself every day.

Your body needs to know how to limit it, you know? Only if you know moderation can it last for a long time.

There are some women in the military camp, but they are all strong-willed heroines. You are the only one here, and you have brought your family members with you. As a grandfather, I really can’t stand it anymore, and I can’t help but want to teach you a few words.

"

Yuan He first reprimanded Lin Zhao, and then reprimanded Xiao Xiang. Being reprimanded in public, Xiao Xiang was angry and angry, and finally suffered.

Lin Zhao didn't care about his face, pulled Xiao Xiang and left. Damn it, he shouldn't pay attention to this crazy old man.

"This child, it seems that he has been spoiled by his family. He cannot listen to what the elders say. His body is very exhausted. If this continues, there will be problems." Yuanhe sighed casually.

However, this sentence spread quickly, and many people stared at Lin Zhao's waist. The title of "Problem Boy" was also spread by word of mouth and became synonymous with Lin Zhao.

Soon, all the teams arrived. There were a total of forty teams, and the number of people in each team ranged from ten to twenty. For the sake of fairness, each team could only send ten people to participate in the competition. In addition, there were

A quota for foreign aid.
Chapter completed!