People are singing in the tide, but there is no crown

The craftsman was sent to prison by the patrol officer who came after hearing the news.

Although I don't know what he is thinking, he will probably speak his mind in prison.

At least, now he can sit at the same table with the supervisor of the Canxing Society.

Although there was a little accident, the little chaos created by the craftsman was regarded as unexpected fun.

The Imajima Morishi training master competition is still going on.

Chixia looked at Yinlin with a burning gaze: "Contestant Yinlin, you can also challenge the judges."

Yinlin looked around and finally stopped at Ling An.

She chuckled: "I dare not, I can't beat him."

Seeing that Yinlin actually gave up the fight, the audience suddenly became excited.

"Wow, are you giving up?"

"Nonsense, if it were you, you would have knelt down long ago. That patrol officer Ling An is simply too powerful."

"By the way, should the prize money be left to the judges?"

Amidst the discussions, Ling An turned around and walked towards the judges' seats.

Perhaps his performance just now was too amazing, and everyone seemed to have forgotten that he was just a coolie forced by Chao Mei.

Now that the craftsman's challenge has failed, it's time for him to return to his position.

Otherwise, it would be a despair for other contestants.

For now, let’s not talk about the Bell-Ringing Turtle. Once the Raging Wave-level Blazing Knight steps onto the stage, no one else will have to go on stage.

Just transfer the money directly.

"It seems that our Ling An patrol officer has voluntarily withdrawn. According to the rules, contestant Yin Lin will continue to defend the match!"

Chi Xia understood what Ling An meant and announced it with understanding.

"Is there anyone who wants to challenge the champion next?"

On the ring, the competition is still in full swing.

But it has nothing to do with Ling An anymore.

He had left his original position and was now being held in Chaomei's arms.

Although it might be a little inappropriate if the citizens saw this look.

But if you think about Chao Mei's identity and then think about Ling An's identity, it all makes sense.

It's a cat after all!

"Bell-Ringing Turtle, when did you surrender?" Chao Mei asked in a low voice.

Ling An raised his head comfortably: "It's just a matter of convenience."

"Oh, are you still pretending?" Chaomei put Ling An on her lap and stretched out her hand to tease him.

It attracted a lot of envious glances at once.

I don’t know whether I envy Ling An or Chao Mei.

After Ling An withdrew, the following games became less interesting.

No more Raging Tide-class ships have appeared.

Perhaps those powerful resonators are not short of the 100,000 shells from the competition.

It is worth mentioning that after Yinlin defeated two opponents in succession.

A young Taoist priest came up carrying a speaker.

Unexpectedly, Jianxin and Yinlin's voices ended in a draw.

During this period, Jianxin fought outside the city while building up his confidence, and collected quite a few powerful voices.

In the end, with Chixia's announcement, the first Jinzhou Shenghai Training Masters Tournament ended in a tie between Yinlin and Jianxin.

Each party takes half of the reward and becomes the winner.

Although it looks a bit irregular, the audience has gotten used to it.

After all, the entire game was full of surprises from beginning to end.

Just thinking of it as a fun event, the crowd gradually dispersed.

Ling An turned his gaze towards Jing Zhu and Grandma Ling Han.

After all, the competition was organized by Jing Zhu, and if Ling Han's grandmother still didn't buy it, then there was nothing he could do.

On the judges' panel, Ling Han remained silent.

No one knows what is in her mind.

Jing Zhu's face was a little flustered for a moment. In the silence, Ling Han slowly said, "That remnant elephant just now was really strong!"

Jingzhu replied repeatedly: "Yes, do you like it?"

Grandma Ling Han nodded first, then shook her head and said:

"It just... reminds me of the things that happened on the battlefield when I was young..."

Both of them were warriors who had experienced battles.

It's just that I'm old now and retired.

"I'm glad nothing happened..." Jing Zhu didn't finish his words and looked at Ling Han's grandmother blankly as if struck by lightning.

Even the movements became slow.

"Ling Han, you finally remember?" Jing Zhu murmured in an old voice, with turbid tears in his eyes.

Ling Han smiled and said, "You are useless at this age. Thank you for your hard work, old man, running around all the time."

"It's not hard, it's not hard!" Jing Zhu held Grandma Ling Han's hand as if he had been pardoned.

Afterwards, Chixia explained everything to Lingan and Chaomei.

The two old people, Jingzhu and Linghan, have always been companions.

But later on, Ling Han’s grandmother grew old, and as she aged, her body functions and past hidden illnesses began to flare up.

Inexplicably, Ling Han began to forget about his partner Jing Zhu.

Once, twice...more than ten times.

Every time Grandma Ling Han forgot about Jing Zhu, Jing Zhu would pursue Grandma Ling Han again and again like a shameless young man.

He knew what her favorite flowers were, what her favorite dishes were, and what she loved to watch the most.

He also knew that it was a bit awkward and strange for an older person to pursue love like a young person.

But Jingzhu didn't care.

"How many times has this happened?" Ling Han's grandmother looked a little guilty and embarrassed.

If the sound of the bell from the tortoise just now hadn't stimulated her, it might have taken her an unknown amount of time to remember it this time.

It is a very tiring thing for a person to pursue another person again and again.

Especially when this person is an old man in his twilight years.

but.

For both of them, love is the touchstone.

The more you knock on it, the more real and precious it becomes.

Jing Zhu put his old hand on the back of her hand and said with a smile, "First time."

"Don't lie to me, old man."

"Haha, it really is the first time. The next time will also be the first time. It will always be the first time!"

Looking at the two old men disappearing into the distance, Ling An couldn't help but say, "What do you mean by 'iron tree blossoms'? Isn't this just a way of saying sweet words?"

Chao Mei slapped him on the forehead and said, "This is called true emotion. How can it be the same as learning it later?"

Listening to Chao Mei's words, Ling An nodded silently.

There is no doubt that Grandpa Jingzhu, who is not afraid of worldly gazes, is a real man.

At an old age, you can go out of the city to catch crickets and pick night-scented osmanthus, say clumsy love words, and hold a grand cricket competition to cheer people up.

It is precious to be unafraid of the world.

Just like Senior.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and the white-haired young man and the pink-haired loli walked towards Ling An and Chao Mei.

"You guys, why are you still here?"

"Uh... this." Qiu Shui scratched his head and suddenly had an idea, "Because An Ke likes to play!"

"Qiu Shui is lying!" An Ke stood on tiptoe angrily.

"Encore, don't spoil the show!"

Looking at this funny couple, Chao Mei said helplessly: "Is it about the incident at the Jiting Ruins last time?"

"That's right!" Qiu Shui snapped his fingers, took off his sunglasses and glanced at Ling An.

"Kitty, you can come too."