Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

Chapter 196 Handsome

The next day, Cheng Yan got up early, packed up a bit, and went with Tartaglia to the Fatui base camp where they had registered yesterday. It was still dawn when they set out, and the two walked on the road under the moonlight.

However, in the executive officers' residence within the Fatui base camp, someone got up earlier than Cheng Yan.

Xiaojiu was standing beside the bed, wearing a very formal outfit with a bow tied around her neck, looking like a wrapped gift.

At this moment, Xiaojiu was pouting as she looked at Dotore who was standing in front of the mirror and constantly criticizing her clothes.

Xiaojiu walked over with his short legs and raised his hand to pull the hem of Duotole's clothes.

Dotore was wearing clothes that were obviously more formal than usual. When he saw Xiaojiu's "evil little hands" reaching out to him, he immediately stopped him and lowered his eyes to see if there were any wrinkles on his clothes.

Xiaojiu let his arms hang down, and stared at Dotore with his big round eyes.

It’s already beautiful enough. If I don’t go out, when will I be able to see my owner again?

Dotole pushed Xiaojiu out with his toes and continued to tidy himself up in front of the mirror, from head to toe, even bending every strand of hair into just the right arc.

Make sure Cheng Yan falls in love with her at first sight, so that it will be easier for him to trap him around her step by step.

Dotore knew Cheng Yan's character very well. Their first meeting was completely due to Cheng Yan's attraction to her. Although he showed true love later on, appearance was definitely an important criterion for Cheng Yan to judge a person. Since he liked her, it would be fine for him to take advantage of her.

After making sure that the look was perfect, Dotore put on his cloak, stretched out his long legs, pushed the door open and walked out.

Just looking at his back from a distance, he is so handsome that it makes people imagine a lot.

Xiaojiu pouted, clenched his chubby hands into fists, and followed Dotore with his short legs.

Cold... conceited.

The Fatui base camp was already bustling in the early morning. Those who had signed up for the recruitment yesterday were divided into ten groups. Cheng Yan turned his head to glance at Tartaglia who was standing next to him, wondering the reason for this grouping.

With his excellent eyesight, he had already seen ten things similar to rings in the distance, and they were divided into ten groups, presumably for them to compete within their groups.

Cheng Yan pursed his lips. He had just made a friend who he got along well with since he came to Zhidong. Was a war going to break out over this test?

Just as he was thinking about it, the Fatui soldier in front spoke up.

"Everyone, please take a good look at your group. We will compete in groups in a moment. The time limit is 25 minutes. There can be no more than two people on each stage. If there are more than two people, the whole group will be eliminated. Now, please go to the stage. There is no limit to the method of competition. As long as you don't threaten each other's lives, no matter what method you use, as long as you can stay on the stage in the end, you will pass."

Cheng Yan understood what the Fatui soldiers said and smiled at Tartaglia.

"Luckily, there are two people on each ring, otherwise I wouldn't be able to show mercy to you."

Tartaglia raised an eyebrow, "So, you are confident that you can defeat me?"

Cheng Yan curled his lips, "You will know later, in fact, I don't need to defeat you at all."

According to the order, Cheng Yan and Dadalia went up to the No. 1 ring together, and there were more than a dozen people coming up behind them one after another.

Tartaglia didn't even look at those people. He only stared at Cheng Yan. He turned his wrist excitedly, and looked like he couldn't wait to fight with Cheng Yan.

As the two men faced each other, the people around them stepped back spontaneously, crowding together, and a few unlucky guys were pushed down right at the start of the competition.

Cheng Yan looked at Tartaglia in front of him with rare interest. He hadn't fought with anyone for a long time, and Cheng Yan also wanted to see how strong he was now. Since he had already entered here, he had to complete the test of the Fatui well so that he would have a legitimate reason to see Zanzan.

Tartaglia's eyes sparkled. "Let's make it clear first. How do we fight? With weapons or hand-to-hand combat? I've seen your sword. It's a good sword. I wonder which is better against my bow and arrow?"

Cheng Yan smiled faintly, raised his hand and waved his index finger at Tartaglia.

"No, no weapons. Let's change the way we compete. The competition time is up in two quarters of an hour. During this time, as long as you can touch me once, you win."

Cheng Yan's words were full of confidence, but he also believed that he had the ability. When it came to swiftness, no one he met could compare to him, even the Yaksha who was known for his agility. Cheng Yan's speed was something that even Jin Peng had praised.

The interest in Tartaglia's eyes grew stronger, and she couldn't wait to move her body.

"Okay, just do as you say."