Chapter 359 Unlock the achievement, make people cry.
The entire Beijing University Stadium was silent.
On the contrary, those in the Western League who were watching the live broadcast were like explosives with fuses lit, and they exploded!
Which one is intolerable? My uncle can tolerate it but my sister-in-law cannot.
How dare some people beat up the goddess of their Western Alliance? This shows that they don’t take their Western Alliance people seriously!
Let's put it this way, Qiao Yu's punch on An Liya is similar to Shaster's punch on Song Qingshan in full view of the public. Who can bear this!
The Western Alliance was furious and rushed out of their homes to kill Qiao Yu.
Qiao Yu didn't feel much about this. What happened to the goddess? Doesn't the goddess need to poop, fart, pick her feet and pick her nose?
The fundamental reason why many boys cannot pursue girls is that they put the other party in a higher position than themselves, and over time they become lickers.
"Still not letting go?" Qiao Yu raised her eyebrows slightly.
An Lia squatted down in pain after being punched by him, but her white jade hands still held the long bow tightly.
"Don't let me go! Unless you return the wrath of the gods to me!" Anlia's almond-shaped eyes held a distressing strength and stubbornness.
"Hey!" Qiao Yu shook her head.
The famous mountaineering expert Zhang Dongsheng once said that when you ask someone if you can give him another chance, he is not only asking for a chance, he is also giving you a chance.
Qiao Yu had already given An Lia a chance, but it was a pity that it didn't work for her! There was sweet doting in Qiao Yu's eyes.
"Rong Rong, Qiao Yu doesn't mean to think...that's the goddess of the Western Alliance!" Gu Su's Adam's apple rolled up and down involuntarily.
"It can't be wrong! That look in his eyes can't be wrong. I will remember that look in his eyes for the rest of my life!" Shi Shaorong's eyes were full of fear, and his delicate body couldn't help but tremble slightly.
At this moment, Shi Shaorong finally recalled the fear of being dominated by Qiao Yu in the college entrance examination arena.
The next second, Qiao Yu grabbed the long bow and swung it directly behind her.
Anlia still held on tightly and refused to let go. Her slender and plump body was directly swept over, and a deep S-shaped pit was created on the ring with a heavy bang.
"Zhuo! Why don't you let go?!"
Qiao Yu frowned. No wonder he gave up the top-notch props he had obtained.
Even if he doesn't know how to use a bow, he can be handed over to the ancient country of Daxia! Even if the Western Alliance wants to redeem the Wrath of the Gods, it will have to bleed a lot!
"Let go!"
boom!
"Let go!"
boom!
"Let go!"
boom!
Qiao Yu swung his hands every time he shouted. He didn't believe that An Liya was really that strong.
And every time Qiao Yu swung it, Song Qingshan's right eyelid couldn't help but twitch.
His left eye twitched and his right eye twitched. Song Qingshan's heart beat more and more panicked. He even wanted to rush up and beg Qiao Yu to stop shaking.
This is the goddess who walked down from the sacred mountain! Those people from the Western Alliance will really go berserk if they continue to attack! The expression on the face of Sharst next to him is already distorted!
Shen Jianshu was even more grateful in his heart. Fortunately, not many people knew that he taught this guy. Otherwise, the group of lunatics on the sacred mountain would have to fight against him. Although he was not afraid of them, who would want to provoke a group of lunatics?
Woolen cloth?
"Professor Shen, this student of yours from Peking University named Qiao Yu is so awesome! Who taught him?" Huaqing's leading teacher saw the excitement and didn't mind it, so he couldn't help but ask.
"He? His teacher is Ji Pingyang! Besides Principal Ji, who can teach such an awesome student?" Shen Jianshu laughed, looking indifferent.
"That's it!" Hua Qing's teacher's eyes lit up, and then Ji Pingyang sneezed heavily in the stands, and he scratched his head in confusion.
Qiao Yu on the stage hadn't stopped yet. He was slapping people so hard that he was sweating profusely. There were deep holes everywhere that An Liya had made with her delicate body.
The referee was dumbfounded. He looked at the organizing committee for help. He was riding a tiger and couldn't get off. He was really scared!
If you call a halt, you will offend Beijing University. If you don't, you will offend the Western Alliance.
His monthly salary as a referee is just a little bit of money, so how can he dare to take care of this kind of thing? Doesn't this mean he has to fight for his life?
Fortunately, Qiao Yu finally stopped at this time, because he seemed to hear the sound of sobbing vaguely.
A trace of doubt appeared on Qiao Yu's handsome face, and he looked at An Lia, who was still holding the long bow very persistently.
At this time, where does Anlia still have the otherworldly beauty that she had at the beginning? Her face is gray and dusty, and her pretty face is covered with dust, and she looks like the Gray Princess who burns coal stoves.
The white dress was now covered with stains, her hair was extremely messy, and the sound of sobbing came from her body.
"What the hell? Why are you crying?" Qiao Yu was stunned.
It was a good thing that he didn't ask. By asking Anlia, her grievances seemed to have found an outlet, pouring out like a mountain torrent.
"Wow!"
Anlia sat on the ground hugging her knees, still holding the Wrath of the Gods in one hand, and burst into tears, with tears constantly falling down her beautiful side face.
That crying sound is so heart-breaking for those who hear it, and tears for those who hear it. How much grievance must you have suffered to be able to cry like this?
Many people from the ancient country of Great Xia in the Kyoto Stadium couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed... Defeating the Goddess of the Western League is certainly worthy of celebration and pride, but beating a little girl until she cried like this is indeed a bit excessive.
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Qiao Yu's claws were numb instantly in the ring. He had punched so many people that he couldn't remember them all, but Anlia was the first one to cry like this after being slapped! He inexplicably unlocked a strange
Achievement.
"Hey... I just slapped you a few times, and I didn't kill your father. You don't have to cry so hard, right? At the worst, I'll just return this broken bow to you."
How did Qiao Yu know that An Liya grew up on the sacred mountain and had very few contacts with people, so she maintained an innocent heart.
She had never been spanked before, and just like a baby crying when it was in pain, when An Lia was in pain, her first reaction was naturally to cry to relieve it.
"No...wuwu...no! Since...wuwu...since you want it...then I'll give it to you!"
What Qiao Yu didn't expect was that An Lia, who was originally very persistent, let go of her hand at this moment, and her crying turned into sobbing.
Immediately afterwards, the Wrath of the Gods, who had originally been very repulsive to Qiao Yu, turned out to be as docile as a little sheep at this moment, giving Qiao Yu the feeling of being commanded by his arm.
Qiao Yu was shocked. He had only felt this feeling on the Zhulong Yanyue Sword. This situation could only mean that the weapon spirit of the Wrath of the Gods recognized him!
What is going on? Qiao Yu was confused and had no idea what was going on.
Could it be that I just smashed her randomly and damaged this girl's brain?
Anlia stood up, still sobbing uncontrollably. She wiped the dust and tears off her face with her sleeves, making her look even more like a little cat.
An Lia looked at Qiao Yu, who was holding the Wrath of the Gods with a confused look on his face, and a cunning light flashed in his golden pupils.
"Now that the Wrath of the Gods has recognized you! Then you must return to the sacred mountain with me to get married!"