In this swordsmanship competition, he lost no matter whether he won or lost. He was in a disadvantaged position from the beginning. On the contrary, it was reasonable for Jiang Guangrong to win the glory of nature and lose the glory of nature. In addition, Jiang Guangrong's final decision is also worthy of his admiration. It is easy to say, how many people can make such a decisive decision? More importantly, it is not a strong man's wrist fracture. It is a broken life! Miyamoto asked himself that if he was himself, he would never dare to do this.

Thinking of this, Miyamoto sighed. It seemed that he was not as proud as Jiang than intrigue. Such a person who had a close relationship with the Qin family stayed by his side. His mission for this trip became even more difficult.

"Brother Guangrong, this is learning Dongyang's textbooks. You have been delayed for two days. Remember, the course is half a month!" Qin Zheng took out a stack of books to remind Jiang Guangrong.

Jiang Guangrong nodded and said, "I can't learn swordsmanship like this. I can only study Dongyang language hard. I want to get the top three and make up for the failure of the swordsmanship class!"

Qin Zheng looked at Jiang Guangrong in surprise: "What's wrong? So confident?"

Jiang Guangrong nodded. There were two ready-made foreigners in his ward. If there were free coolies, wouldn’t they make good use of them? Jiang Guangrong glanced at Miyamoto and immediately gave up his plan to ask Miyamoto for advice. The woman looked at her companion lying on the hospital bed and did not give Miyamoto a glass of water. Her personality was too cold. Is there no meaning to ask for her opinions? The only person who discussed with Dongyang was Miyamoto Masaichi.

Thinking of this, Jiang Guangrong looked at Miyamoto secretly.

Miyamoto immediately discovered that Jiang Guangrong looked at him with evil thoughts, and he had an ominous premonition in his heart. Masaichi Miyamoto suffered two major losses on Jiang Guangrong. He was respectful, awe-in-comfortable, hateful, and obedient to Jiang Guangrong. Now Jiang Guangrong looked at him like this for no reason, of course it was not good!

Sure enough, Jiang Guangrong smiled and greeted Miyamoto Masaichi: "Haha, Brother Miyamoto, are you getting better?"

Is Shigeru Miyamoto secretly scolding himself for not having anything to offer, that he is not a traitor or thief, or is he deliberately showing off that he beats him like this? Shigeru Miyamoto believes that the latter is more likely.

Although Miyamoto was still scolding Jiang Guangrong in his heart, he still looked grateful on the surface, "Is that true? That's great! Jiang Guangrong was very excited. He patted the bed with his right hand. "Listen, brother, your health is almost done. I want to learn from Dongyang. Why don't you teach me Dongyang? After all, you are from Dongyang. You must learn more about Dongyang!"

Shigeru Miyamoto was shocked. Does this guy dare to drive as a free labor force? Is he such a fool?

After hearing Jiang Guangrong's words, Miyamoto Shigeru suddenly covered his chest and shouted: "Oh, I can't do it. Most of my body hurts very much. It turns out that my injury has not healed yet. I thought I was almost fine, oh, it hurts so much..."

Jiang Guangrong asked suspiciously: "Chest pain? Didn't I stab your neck with a sword?"

"Yes..." As soon as Miyamoto realized this, he quickly covered his mouth with his hands, and then covered his neck tightly with his hands. "Oh, sorry, Brother Jiang, maybe your sword is too powerful, or you have realized the inner power in the novel and movie. Although it was the sword slashing my neck, it hurt most of me. Don't say, my neck hurts so much, it hurts too much. I'm so sad."

Jiang Guangrong understood that this guy was pretending and didn't want to help him at all.

Jiang Guangrong said with a black face: "I told you that my three brothers are all stubborn people. If you are really beaten so badly by me..."

"Oh, my neck hurts." Miyamoto interrupted Jiang Guangrong's words.

Jiang Guangrong didn't care, and he continued: "They like to promote my heroic deeds the most. It turns out that on the surface, I drew it with you, but if you are really injured here and there now and beaten so hard by me, you said that if you promised to help me, it will be over, and no one will mention this. If you don't help me, my brothers may be outside every day saying how pitiful you are now, even three words turned into a tiger, spreading false stories. When it reaches the Eastern country, it is likely to become the version of the Kongben brother I killed, and then Kongben..."

"Ouch, the deal on the neck!"

An Zixuan and Qin Zheng left in advance. Wei Xinyang took care of Jiang Guangrong here for a while and then returned alone.

It was already eleventh. It was already half past pm and no one could see it on the road.

Looking at this lonely path and the brightly lit road, Wei Xinyang couldn't help but tremble, pulled his collar up and walked straight to the road.

Although the main road is a few minutes longer than the road, the road passes through a forest, which is said to be the place with the most deaths in the death camp. There are even rumors that this forest is often haunted. There are many bright street lights on the roadside of the main road, which is relatively safe, but it seems that the main road will haunt at night

Wei Xinyang walked anxiously for a few minutes and suddenly found a black shadow in front of him.

Wei Xinyang couldn't help but have a cold war and whispered: "Don't this damn really be shot?"

Obviously, this black shadow is not a ghost, but a very thin woman.

The woman was very sick. She was very thin. Her black hair was tied behind her head. Her clothes and pants were black. She was wearing a black hat on her head. The hat was tilted towards her face. The brim of the hat almost completely covered the girl's thin face.

The girl looked down and seemed very anxious. She didn't notice Wei Xinyang, so she bumped into him.

Wei Xinyang took two steps back and the woman fell to the ground.

While apologizing, Wei Xinyang walked to the fallen woman and stretched out his right hand: "I'm sorry, beautiful girl, are you okay?"

The woman pulled down the brim of her hat and whispered, "It's okay, it's me who apologized!"

Wei Xinyang smiled and walked to the woman and pulled her up. The woman suddenly stood up and ignored Wei Xinyang. She hurriedly ran towards the direction behind Wei Xinyang.

Wei Xinyang looked back at the woman on his back, and was already confused: "This man is so strange. The death camp is such a magical place. There are all kinds of monsters, ghosts, snakes, monsters, cheap goods, strange people, strange people."

Wei Xinyang shook his head, not caring about this matter at all. He walked straight to the road and quickly returned to the dormitory.

Wei Xinyang pushed open the dormitory door and turned on the light, but found that Qin Zheng and An Zixuan were late and had not come back yet. Wei Xinyang couldn't help but talk to himself: Why are these two people coming so late and not coming back yet? Where have you been?

Wei Xinyang didn't think much about it, but they went out to find something. After entering the dormitory, Wei Xinyang turned around and closed the door. The moment Wei Xinyang turned around, he suddenly found someone behind the door!

The man sneered, and while Wei Xinyang ignored him, he took out a knife and pointed it at Wei Xinyang's frightened eyes.

What surprised Wei Xinyang was that the man stabbed Wei Xinyang's knife with a knife and suddenly turned over in the air. He hit Wei Xinyang in the abdomen with the hilt of the knife. Wei Xinyang took a few steps back in pain, knelt on the ground, covered his stomach, and looked at the man angrily.

Wei Xinyang said angrily: "Who are you? Do you know that the people in the Death Camp are strictly prohibited from actively killing people outside of private fights! I did not resist at all. If you kill me, you will be buried with me!"

The man didn't say anything and turned around to open the door.
Chapter completed!