C486 True or False 133
C486 True or False 133
"That's right. With one look, I can tell that Miaoyan's talent is extraordinary. She will definitely soar to the heavens in the future."
"Linghan, you don't come to the capital often. Why don't you stay at our house for a few days? Let me do my host's favor as well."
Wang Linghan said a few words of thanks to all the Wang Family people who came over, then took his daughter and left. Although his expression was still cold when he left, he was overjoyed in his heart.
Walking to a place with no one around, Xu Ziqing hugged Wang Miaoyan tightly and said happily, "Miaoyan, you are really great. Mom is really proud of you."
Wang Linghan also rubbed the girl's head and smiled: "Not bad, but, that Number 133, do you know why he helped you just now?"
"Crap, I was a bit confused just now. I forgot. Dad, Number 133, is Wu Shuang." Wang Miaoyan said in a fluster.
"What!" Wang Linghan shouted in shock. Feeling that he had lost his composure, he quickly looked around and then put his hand on Wang Miaoyan's shoulder and said, "Is that true?"
"It's true. I won't recognize his voice wrong. Dad, hurry up and think of a way to help him. If his identity is exposed, I'm afraid something bad might happen to him."
Wang Miaoyan looked anxiously at her father, but the latter snorted and said angrily, "This brat is really reckless. Ziqing, you keep an eye on your daughter. I'll be right back."
As Wang Linghan said this, the notes on his body turned into frost and disappeared in front of his wife and daughter.
"Mom, will Wu Shuang be okay?" Wang Miaoyan clenched her mother's hand nervously. The latter lightly patted her shoulder and said, "Don't worry. That kid, Wu Shuang, is powerful and smart. He will be fine."
Wang Miaoyan acknowledged him, but closed her eyes tightly and prayed silently for Wu Shuang.
As for Wu Shuang, he walked down the stage. He was like a fish swimming through the crowd. Many people who wanted to interact with him lost his traces in the blink of an eye.
The five losers squeezed through the crowd, three from the left and two from the right.
At the left entrance, the fighters saw Wu Shuang's back. The three of them looked at each other, and one of them shouted: "Hey, brother in front, what happened? Why are you in such a hurry?"
Wu Shuang stopped and looked at the three, "Is there something you need?"
"Hehe, nothing much. I just want to make a friend." The three of them walked over with a smile. One of them said, "I say brother, everyone has seen your strength. It shouldn't be a problem for you to win the championship. Why are you helping that little girl Wang Miaoyan?"
"That's right, the match is already over. Take off your mask, aren't you feeling stifled?" As he spoke, he took off Wu Shuang's mask.
"Humph, there's no need for you to worry about my matters." Wu Shuang snorted. With a flash, he walked out from between the three of them. By the time they reacted, he had already disappeared around the corner.
"Chase!" The three of them chased after Wu Shuang without giving up, yet, they could not find Wu Shuang.
"Dammit, where did this kid go? He ran as fast as a rabbit."
"Hmph, there must be something on your mind. Why else would you run away?"
The three of them did not give up as they searched along the passage. Suddenly, they saw a person walking out from the shadows.
"It's number 133!" The eyes of the trio lit up as they immediately surrounded Zhang Xuan.
"What did you run away for? Did you do something shameful?"
"Who, who are you?" Number 133 was both confused and nervous as he spoke.
His memories were still on the way to the sparring hall. He had been worried that he would also lose the last match, so he had been distracted. In the end, for no reason at all, he fainted.
"What are you pretending for? Weren't you amazing just now? Why are you pretending that you don't know us so quickly?"
"Cut the crap, take off his mask first." Someone was anxious and wanted to take off Number 133's mask.
Number 133 timidly retreated and leaned against the wall. Looking at the three men who harbored malicious intentions, he cupped his hands and said, "Brothers, if there's anything we can discuss, please look at me …"
Number 133 originally wanted to say, "Look at these four yellow streaks on my body. Did you recognize the wrong person?" However, when he looked over, his eyes suddenly froze.
"1, 2, 3 … Seven, I actually have seven cyan streaks! " Number 133 could not believe his eyes. Pointing at himself, he asked the three of them, "Am I hallucinating? I'm actually seven beams of cyan light."
"F * ck, why are you pretending? We were all present at the matches you fought, so why don't you say that you think you can scare us off just by defeating a few of us? What a joke! We're Miss Zhuo's men! You've offended her, so I don't need to tell you the result."
"Miss Zhuo?" Number 133's face paled and his body started to tremble subconsciously. His appearance was as cold as ice and as if he was a completely different person from before. His powerful and mysterious appearance even made the three warriors suspicious.
"Boss, this person isn't right. Did he get stimulated?"
"It's possible. Judging from his previous performance, even Miss Zhuo was no match for him."
"Damn, could it be that he has a split personality?"
The fighters began to talk with Number 133, who was looking from one to the other.
Seeing the three of them looking at him, he immediately smiled and said, "Hehe, big brothers, I really don't remember what happened next. From what you're saying, I went to participate in the martial arts competition, and my results were pretty good?"
"Hmph, not only are you not bad, you are ranked second in the battle of green and yellow." Someone said in a strange tone.
"Alright, stop wasting time with him. Miss Zhuo said that she will capture him and bring him back. Then, everything will be decided by Miss Zhuo."
"Yes, that's it."
When the fighters reached an agreement, one of them took off Number 133's mask.
Hidden beneath the mask was an ordinary face. His face was full of acne, and with a glance, one could tell that he was an immature youth.
At this time, a shout came from the passage behind them.
"What are all of you doing?!"
They looked back and saw Wang Linghan, who was wearing a snow-white robe, walking over one step at a time. His hair was floating backwards due to the lack of wind.
As he approached, a terrifying chill spread through the air. The four of them shivered at the same time and heard Wang Linghan's great name. They also knew that Wang Linghan didn't want to meddle in other people's business, so it was difficult for him to recognize this Number 133.
"So it's Lord Wang. Miss Zhuo appreciates this green and yellow fighting deputy very much. She wants to talk to him for a while. Is there anything I can help you with, Sir Wang?" One of them boldly said.
"Miss Zhuo... "Hrmph." Wang Linghan's gaze turned cold, "Even if it's the elder's own grandson, you can't be so overbearing, right? Is this how you invite people?"
As Wang Linghan said this, he glanced at Number 133 behind the trio. Then, he was stunned as he realized that the young man who was smiling at him in a flattering manner was not Wu Shuang.
Fortunately, he had the face of an iceberg that was ten thousand years old, so the four of them didn't notice anything amiss. The three fighters felt that Wang Linghan was implying that he wanted to protect this kid, so they were in a difficult situation.
Firstly, Miss Zhuo's order couldn't be disobeyed, and secondly, they didn't dare to offend Wang Linghan. At this time, they didn't know what to do, but they saw Wang Linghan calmly walk past them.