Before Alvin finished speaking, Brad was hit by a burst of instant magic on his forehead.

"I'm here."

A strange purple light appeared again on Brad's side waist.

"Hey, I'm here."

Before Brad could turn around to resist, he was blown away by the magic again.

Now Brad was no longer able to make the same predictions as in the opening scene, and had no ability to fight back. He was unilaterally beaten crazily by Alvin's instant magic, and was obviously struggling to his death relying on his will. I watched him for several times.

I was beaten so hard that I couldn't get up. Some of the stewards on the sidelines could hardly stand it anymore, but if the players persisted, there was nothing they could do.

Brad looked at the teasing look on Alvin's face and thought of the time he laughed at his appearance yesterday. He gritted his teeth and refused to admit defeat.

"I finally found an opportunity to see her, but I was laughed at by you bastard." Brad cursed in his heart. He also thought of the smile on the corner of the goddess's mouth at that time. Even the sneer looked so charming. It was even more embarrassing.

What made him angry was that the guy in front of him still had an ambiguous relationship with the goddess, but he didn't cherish it, so he had to watch Shu for a long time, and he also flirted with the princess.

How did Alvin know that his opponent had so much going on in his mind? He fired a few magic bullets in his hand, hoping to end the battle as soon as possible.

Obviously, Alvin's attack was enough to knock down his opponent. Brad couldn't get up this time and seemed to have passed out.

The deacons breathed a sigh of relief, decided the winner, and prepared to go on stage to carry Brad off.

Alvin let out a long breath and enjoyed the applause of the audience. His inner joy showed wildly, "I'm in the top four. It seems that Lao Fei's vision is really good."

Just when he was feeling complacent, the man lying behind him showed a hint of cunning, quietly raised his elbow, and shot a short arrow toward Alvin's back.

Brad actually still has a machine crossbow hidden in his possession? To be precise, the machine crossbow is registered, but Brad has never used it in the battle. As early as this morning, when he learned that his opponent was Alvin, he

He was planning for this moment. Winning or losing was no longer important to him. What he wanted was Alvin's life.

After this experience, Alvin will clearly realize two things: first, never take a killer lightly, even if he has been seriously injured and fell to the ground, because no one knows how many killing methods he has hidden. Second

, it is very stupid behavior to expose your back to your opponent.

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Alvin was still immersed in his own world and couldn't react at all. A short arrow was inserted into his back. He turned his head and stared at his back with a look of disbelief.

He simply doubted that it was someone else's back. If it hadn't been for the shocking pain that came from his back, he would have been unable to believe that he had been attacked.

The entire audience couldn't believe that someone actually committed an attack in front of tens of thousands of people.

But this happened.

Several black-clothed deacons immediately went to hold Brad down, but he had exhausted his last strength, and this time he really passed out. His face, which did not meet the normal length of a human face, was covered with extra-long hair.

smile.

When Alvin moved a little, he pulled at the wound on his back and let out a hiss. The pain made him break into a cold sweat.

The stretcher originally prepared for Brad was now given to Alvin, and the deacons asked him to lie flat on his back to avoid disturbing the wound.

Brad was tied up with ropes by several deacons and carried off the field.

When he was being carried off the court, Alvin heard Prime Minister Fuller announcing the measures to deal with, and he could also hear all kinds of abuse and condemnation from the audience. However, he was too lazy to care about these, after all, his back was too painful.

When Onian saw Alvin being carried down, she asked Alvin solemnly, "What's going on?"

"That bread man is really not a good guy. He attacked me even though I won." Alvin regretted that he didn't take Onian's instructions to be careful about his opponents to heart.

Onian looked at Alvin's wound carefully, "The wound is a bit deep, the arrow should not be poisonous."

"The princess is joking. These weapons must be re-inspected before going on stage. They cannot be poisonous," a deacon reminded.

Onian nodded, "Carry him to the tent yesterday. I'll be there in a minute."

Several deacons nodded in response.

When Alvin saw that he was being carried back to the tent again, he lamented that life was so amazing, and cursed, "This is the third fucking time."

Originally, the medical officers from the competition committee were going to come in for treatment, but the deacons naturally understood what the princess meant and sent the medical officers away. Now, Alvin was left alone.

Fortunately, Onian arrived at the tent soon, carrying a cloth bag in her hand.

"Don't you still want to compete?" Alvin couldn't help but ask.

"The competition committee has just moved the competition to the afternoon. Now we are dealing with the person who hurt you." Onian said while taking out various instruments, gauze, bandages, etc. from the bag.

"Didn't I tell you to be careful about that person?"

Alvin couldn't help but swallowed when he looked at the instruments lined up in a row, and sighed: "Your Highness, I really didn't expect this person to hate me so much."

"Be patient for a while, and I will pull out the arrow." Onian ordered, and then went to untie Alvin's upper body robe.

At this time, Alvin had no intention of feeling the alluring scent of the princess, and let Onian clean his upper body neatly.

He turned his head and glanced, and saw Onian picking out a pair of silver pliers of suitable size. He was so frightened that he quickly turned his head back and whispered, "Be gentle."

Onian smiled silently and sighed to herself, "My skin is not bad."

She cast paralyzing lightning magic in one hand, and clamped the tail end of the short arrow with pliers in the other hand.

"Bear it." Onian used both hands.

"Uh..." Alvin felt a numbness from the wound, followed by a sharp pain, and he knew that the arrowhead had been pulled out.

Onian put down the pliers, took a square towel and dipped it in the magic potion and wiped it carefully on the wound.

"It hurts." Alvin felt that the wound was burning with the magic potion. He turned to look at Onian and said, "Your Highness, wasn't this the square towel you used to wipe my saliva yesterday?"

"That's right." Onian looked at Alvin funny, "Do you dislike your own saliva?"

"That's not true." Alvin said sarcastically.

"Haha. Look at you like that." O'Nian laughed and said, "Are you a fool? I had already thrown away the thing that wiped your saliva. Why do I keep it with me? If you don't dislike it, I still dislike it."

Alvin turned around and was surprised at the power of the princess's potion. The pain in the wound actually subsided a lot.

Onian picked up the gauze to help him seal the wound, and said softly: "Come on, sit up."

Alvin sat up cross-legged obediently.

Onian held the gauze with one hand and wrapped the bandage tightly around his shoulders and chest several times with the other hand.

As soon as the pain on his back stopped, Alvin's mind became more alive. He felt the princess's delicate catkins sliding across his skin, and her warm nose touched his back. From time to time, the two of them were not far apart.

Sticking together, feeling the princess's clothes, her scalp was numb, her brain was deprived of oxygen, her eyes were heavy, and her breathing was short, "Mom, I am enjoying this injury so much."

No matter how calm Alvin is in his arms, he is still a young man full of energy. Faced with a woman as beautiful and stunning as Onian, and being so close together, his energy and blood will inevitably surge, his heartbeat will speed up, worms will come to his head, and he will have evil thoughts.

Frequently. Besides, Alvin is not the kind of person who sits still.

He took advantage of Onian coming around to wrap the bandage, and quickly grabbed her wrist and pushed her down on the bed. During this process, he did not forget to look down at the astonished girl.

Onian. At this time, he forgot to brag about his ability to advance and retreat in the morning.

"Ah~" After completing this action, Alvin screamed and fell on the bed. It turned out that he had forgotten the injury on his back, and the wound was affected when he supported his shoulders.

Of course, Onian was not easy to get along with, her golden eyes glared, she pounced on Alvin like a lioness, and took a bite out of his shoulder.

"Ah~" Alvin was already rolling in pain. He glanced at his shoulders and saw blood oozing from the two rows of shell-tooth marks. For a while, screams could be heard in the tent.

"You deserve it." Onian looked at Alvin crying and crying with cold eyes, but the temperature on his cheeks was not the same.

Alvin rolled for a while and then couldn't roll anymore, curling up motionless.

"Hmph. I told you to do evil. Now you feel better." Onian said coldly.

Alvin didn't know whether he was resentful or guilty, but turned his back to Onian and remained silent.

O'Nian ignored him and looked at the wound on his back. The blood had soaked into the gauze. She cursed in her heart, "I should hurt you to death, you bad thing." In the end, she couldn't stand it anymore and cleaned it up for him again. Then.

Her hands were strong enough to help him tighten the untied bandage on his back. Alvin no longer had the energy to argue with her. After many twists and turns, the wound was finally bandaged. At the last moment, she did not forget to touch Alvin's hand.

After flicking on the wound, Alvin screamed again, the pain was excruciating, and it seemed that he still had the last bit of strength left.

Alvin buried his head and looked at the wound on his shoulder with lingering fear.

O'Nian looked at him pretending to be dead, and laughed in annoyance.

"Okay, you can lie down on your own. Don't worry about it and don't open the wound again." O'Nian explained and went out.
Chapter completed!