From the face that appeared in front of Xia Tian's eyes to the sharp nails of Liu Mei's fingertips about to poke Xia Tian's throat, it was only three or four seconds long.

But in such a short time, many scenes appeared in Xia Tian’s mind, and that girl, that lilac-like girl, appeared.

During her full two years of high school career, Meng Xiaodong only said one thing to Xia Tian and sent only a short message to Xia Tian.

The image of Meng Xiaodong in Xia Tian’s impression is actually not very clear and hazy. Sometimes, Xia Tian Tian can’t remember Meng Xiaodong’s specific appearance.

Even now, it is difficult for Xia Tian to describe Meng Xiaodong in detail.

Meng Xiaodong has a bit of body shape like Yang Ziyu, and her facial features are also a little heroic, but Xia Tian is more willing to use a poem to describe Meng Xiaodong.

This was found one night by Xia Tian inadvertently in the memory library of unknown civilizations. When she saw this poem, Xia Tian couldn't help but think of Meng Xiaodong.

The poem is called [Rain Lane].

[Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rainy alley. I hope to meet a girl with sorrow like lilacs.

She has the color of lilac, the fragrance of lilac, the sorrow of lilac, the sorrow of lilac, the sorrow of the rain, the sorrow and the hesitation;

She wandered in this lonely rainy alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella, walking silently like me, indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.

She approached silently and cast a look of too much breath. She floated by a dream-like, sad and confused like a dream.

It was like a lilac floating by my dream, and this girl floated by me; she went away silently, far away, to the decaying fence, and walked through the rainy alley.

In the sad song of the rain, her color disappeared, her fragrance dissipated, and even her breathless eyes and lilac melancholy.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rainy alley, I hope a girl with sorrow like lilac drifts away.]

Meng Xiaodong is a quiet and even a little cold girl. After more than two years of high school, Xia Tian has never heard of Meng Xiaodong having any friends, and Xia Tian has hardly seen Meng Xiaodong talk to anyone.

The only thing Meng Xiaodong and Xia Tian said was in the second half of the semester of the second year of high school.

The math teacher at that time was a 50-year-old woman with a bad temper and wearing a square black-framed glasses all day long.

When I found out that Meng Xiaodong didn't take her homework, the math teacher pointed at Meng Xiaodong and said, "Go out! Run ten laps around the playground!"

Meng Xiaodong didn't give any explanation. With her usual cool expression, she slowly walked out of the classroom and towards the playground.

After seeing Meng Xiaodong leaving the classroom door, the math teacher opened his mouth and asked, "Who else hasn't brought homework?"

Xia Tian raised his hand at this time.

This time the math teacher was too lazy to even say something, so he pointed to Xia Tian, ​​and then pointed to the classroom door.

So that math class was Xia Tian who accompanied Meng Xiaodong to run around the playground for ten laps.

The two of them ran around the playground silently and slowly, without saying or communicating. The warm spring sunshine pulled the two young people out of their long shadows, and the slightly chilling spring breeze gently brushed across their faces.

After the long and short ten laps of long run finally ended, Meng Xiaodong gently wiped the sweat on his forehead with his fingers, looked at the willow trees swaying in the campus, and his face did not look at Xia Tian, ​​and said softly: "I know you have brought your homework."

This is the only thing Meng Xiaodong said to Xiatian.

The only message Meng Xiaodong sent to Xia Tian was the matter after the composition of Xia Tian. The short message was: [I will bring you a box of braised pork tomorrow at noon.]

The next day at noon, Meng Xiaodong walked past Xia Tian gently, gently put down a box of braised pork, and then left gently without saying a word.

This is all the stories of Meng Xiaodong and Xia Tian at present.

...

Back on the field, when Xia Tian's palm was about to lock Liu Mei's throat, Meng Xiaodong's face instantly appeared in front of Xia Tian's eyes!

Summer is like being struck by lightning, but thinking is turning rapidly again!

"This is not a face change technique! This should be a supernatural ability similar to spiritual bewitching!"

"I didn't expect that except Ding Xiaoqiang, I actually met the second supernatural player in the Martial Arts League!"

The court was changing rapidly. Just when Xia Tian was stunned, Liu Mei broke free from Xia Tian's control. Her sharp fingertips had a faint red light, just an inch from Xia Tian's throat!

At this moment, the visual image of Xia Tian’s mind [Thunder strikes on the Snow Mountain] spontaneously emerged!

It's still the picture of the towering snow-capped mountains, with snow flying, constantly laminating, accumulating condescending horror.

The dark clouds rolled over the snow-capped mountains, and lightning flashed constantly in the dark clouds.

"Boom!"

"Vulnerable!" Thunder roared, and a lightning bolt struck down, reaching the top of the peak!

Another voice came from the nine heavens:

[Strike Demons! Strike Demons!]

The green source energy of the whole body's meridians boils and rolls. [Guardian] The small superpower card spontaneously flashed into the throat of summer without time to command it in summer, protecting the vital points!

With a "puff", Liu Mei's fingers hit the small card, making a sound like a dagger stabbing the wood. However, the wood was too hard and the dagger couldn't even poke it!

"Ah!" Liu Mei screamed, and the sharp nails on her two fingers torn apart, and blood flowed out of her fingertips. Liu Mei seemed to hit a steel plate covered with electric current, quickly retracted her fingers and staggered back.

Perhaps because of the trauma, Liu Mei's spiritual bewitching ability was instantly relieved, and Xia Tian immediately woke up completely.

Xia Tian threw his head as fast as possible, and his eyes quickly shot towards the retreating opponent.

Suddenly, Xia Tian was also as if he was struck by lightning, and his mind was full of shock: "What did I see?"

When Liu Mei retreated, her left hand quickly covered her injured right hand, but just one or two seconds before her right hand was completely covered, Xia Tian actually saw scales on Liu Mei's finger!

At this moment, Xia Tian was extremely awake and realized that he was not bewitched by supernatural powers. What he saw now was definitely not an illusion!

That's reptile-like scales!

This type of scale may appear on snakes or crocodiles, but it should never appear on humans!

At this time, Liu Mei stumbled and finally stood firm, and her cold eyes were casting towards Xia Tian.

Liu Mei's eyes flashed red in an instant, and she made a cross-legged stand with her left arm forward, and her right hand stood up obliquely, like a machete that was short but extremely sharp, although short.

Xia Tian instantly had a very clear understanding of his current situation:

Liu Mei didn't plan to let herself get off the ring alive!

This is no longer a martial arts fighting competition!

This has become a life-and-death battle!
Chapter completed!