Although Fang Ze is not afraid, the impact will not be just him alone.

Regardless of the distance, at least Zhao Yuling in front of him can't stay out of it.

Maybe nothing.

But that's... just maybe.

No one knows what the enemy is thinking, nor can they guess it.

There is no guarantee that Zhao Yuling in the future will encounter danger and suffer revenge.

In this respect, Zhao Yuling is an extremely emotional person.

In other words, lost reason.

From Fang Ze's point of view, this is the case.

After all, Fang Ze's character is rigorous and rational.

Of course, the shadow thing is an exception.

within the controllable range.

But then again, the environment in which Zhao Yuling grew up didn't have so many complicated things.

It is understandable to think less.

Simple mindedness is a rare advantage.

But in this case, it becomes a disadvantage.

After hearing Fang Ze's words, Zhao Yuling's gaze gradually changed from joy to sadness.

Expectations turned into disappointments.

She lowered her head slowly and said, "Then why did you come up?"

Fang Ze said: "I am his friend."

The reason why he came up was because he couldn't bear to see a girl so sad on stage.

The second is to worry about what Zhao Yuling will say when his sanity has returned to zero.

This is not at home, but a concert that accommodates hundreds of thousands of people.

In the age of information networks, the speed of communication is still very fast.

"friend"

Zhao Yuling's eyes lit up again, and said, "You are Fang Hua's friend."

"Where is he now"

Now Zhao Yuling's position is facing the high stands facing the steel.

Farther away is the outfield of the stands with few people.

This is the worst location for a concert, few people will stay here.

At this moment, in a dark corner of the stands, a man stood quietly, holding a bag in his hand.

It is about a few hundred meters from here to the stage.

No one pays attention to him.

On the stage, Fang Ze sat in front of the piano and said, "He has his own things to do."

Zhao Yuling ignored this sentence and asked anxiously, "Where is he?"

"Is there any contact information?"

Seeing the other party's persistence, Fang Ze pondered for a while and said, "Yes"

Just at this moment, a rapid piercing sound suddenly sounded.

The sound is not loud, and in a slightly noisy stadium, it cannot cause any disturbance at all.

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anyone's attention.

No one will pay attention to that inexplicable sound.

But Fang Ze's eyes were fixed.

The next moment, without any hesitation, he stood up like lightning, and directly pulled Zhao Yuling in front of him behind him.

Then, he reached out to grab the air, then quickly turned around, avoiding the camera.

A series of actions happen within a second.

Reflected on the big screen, everyone saw Fang Ze stand up and grab Zhao Yuling.

For the rest, nothing was seen.

"What's wrong"

"What does he want to do"

"Who the **** is that, what do the staff do?"

"Can you hear what we talked about?"

"Can't hear."

Zhao Yuling's microphone was hanging between her legs, and the voices of the two were very small, so they didn't spread.

"you"

Being caught by Fang Ze, Zhao Yuling subconsciously wanted to break free.

She turned her head abruptly, just in time to see something in Fang Ze's hand.

A sharp arrow lay across his chest.

Blind area of ​​vision, blocking the camera and the fans behind.

Crack! Fang Ze exerted a little force, and the arrow in his hand snapped.