Xue Wan shook her head repeatedly: "No, no, why does it feel like it even has a sense of shame? This is too abnormal."
She looked at the cat with suspicion: "This cat...can't it be the product of some mad scientist's experiment, putting a human brain into a cat or something like that?"
Xue Jing was stunned.
This is a very realistic idea. Why didn't he think about this when he met the cat
"Meow~"
The cat walked up to Xue Wan, squatted down, and meowed in a very subtle way.
Xue Wan was silent for a while, then reached out and held him in his arms, rubbing his face against him, with a look of intoxication on his face.
"Forget it, it doesn't matter what, as long as you're cute, ah, my little Fengwan, how can you be so cute, mom loves you..."
The cat was being rubbed, and glanced at Xue Jing with a smug look out of the corner of its eye.
Xue Jing pinched his chin and smiled without saying anything.
…
After dinner, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.
Sister Xue Wan lives in a university dormitory, and the curfew is about to expire, so Xue Jing plans to say goodbye to his sister temporarily, take the cat to wander around Fengcheng, and meet the agent arranged for him by Wu Youqing.
However, Xue Wan was very unhappy and said that he did not want to be separated from the cat and wanted to take it back to the university dormitory.
After seeking Maomao's opinion with his eyes and receiving the reply that it was no problem, Xue Jing also agreed.
He hailed a taxi at the door, and after watching Xue Wan and Maomao get in the car, Xue Jing stood alone on the street carrying a trolley suitcase.
He took out his cell phone, scrolled through the address book for a while, found his agent's number, and dialed it.
It was as if he had been holding the phone and waiting for Xue Jing. The call was connected without even a beep.
"Hello, is this Mr. Xue?"
A respectful female voice came from the receiver.
Xue Jing said: "It's me, Sister Wei, are you free now?"
The agent is a woman named Jiang Siwei.
"Yes, yes. I've been waiting for your call."
Jiang Siwei said quickly.
Xue Jing smiled and said, "Let's meet now. I'll send you the address..."
After sending Jiang Siwei the hotel address that the rich boss had booked for him, Xue Jing also hailed a taxi and went to the hotel.
…
After knowing that Xue Jing was from another place, the talkative driver kept introducing Fengcheng along the way.
After nearly twenty minutes, the car stopped in front of a hotel called Yunlu, which looked quite luxurious.
Xue Jing took out his mobile phone to scan the code to pay, said thank you, and was about to get off the car.
At this time, a figure flew over from a distance.
"Bang!"
The figure hit the hood of the car, there was a loud bang, and the whole car shook.
The hood was deeply dented, the car stalled instantly, and a circle of broken white lines appeared on the windshield.
"Eh? This? What's going on?"
The driver said in panic.
Seeing this, Xue Jing frowned, opened the car door and walked down.
"Damn, this woman is strong, I like it!"
Xiahou Shen climbed up from the hood and patted his clothes which had a big footprint printed on his chest.
As a contracted player of the Xuanjiao Martial Arts Club, his age has exceeded the U19 regulations. He did not come here to participate in the competition this time, but to accompany a young man from his own club who has little competition experience.
Unexpectedly, when I was booking a hotel for the team, I met a woman with a rare figure...
Seeing that strong and powerful buttocks, he couldn't help but touch it.
Then he was kicked out.
Xiahou Shen grinned, ignoring the dent in the car caused by his collision, and stepped forward, intending to go back to the hotel lobby to continue communicating with the woman.
At this moment, a slender jade-like hand pressed on his shoulder.
A flat voice with no ups and downs came from behind him.
"Why, are you planning on a hit and run?"
…
Chapter 123: The real dragon bites, if you don't talk about reason, then talk about physics, and then talk about reason after talking about physics (4K)
"Why, are you planning on a hit and run?"
Although his shoulder was held down, Xiahou Shen did not take it seriously. He just gathered all his strength into his shoulder and shook it, causing the strength to explode suddenly.
The magnitude of his strength was close to that of a fifth-level professional. Even though he didn't use his full strength, it was enough to shatter an average person's palm.
Let's just say this is a small lesson for this ignorant person.
However, to his surprise, the palm did not move at all.
The exploding force was like a drop in the ocean, disappearing without a trace or a sound the moment it touched the palm.
If the accelerated blood flow caused by the circulation of strong force had not remained in his body, he would have almost thought that he had made a mistake and failed to use enough strong force.
"No, he is a master."
Realizing that something was wrong, Xiahou Shen reacted immediately and reached out to hold the slender hand pressing on his shoulder.
Xue Jing originally just wanted this man to stay and discuss the issue of compensation with the talkative driver. He was at the stage of trying to reason.
But this person seemed to be very resistant to compensation and even used force to attack.
Then Xue Jing was too lazy to pretend to be a civilized person anymore.
Go directly to the physics stage.
With the power surging, a real dragon quickly took shape in the body, and poured into the palm along with a roar. Visible white waves appeared on the slender jade fingers.
Bailang vaguely looked like a dragon's head, with its upper and lower rows of sharp dragon teeth overlapping with Xue Jing's five fingers.
The five fingers, as strong as fine steel, clenched suddenly.
Dragon-shaped energy, a real dragon bites!
“Crunch—”
The five fingers were like sharp dragon teeth, piercing into the opponent's shoulder and collarbone like nails, making a bone-cracking sound.
A ball of flesh was squeezed out of the area where his shoulder and collarbone were, the bones were broken, bone spurs pierced the skin, and two rows of deep blood holes were left where his five fingers had penetrated, as if he had been bitten by some large beast.
“Good trick!”
Despite the severe pain of broken bones and tendons, Xiahou Shen's expression only changed slightly. He knew that the person behind him had profound skills and had reached the level of manifesting Qi, and he could not compete with him in strength.
He acted decisively, his face turned grim, and he endured the pain as he forcibly pulled his shoulder out of the other person's iron-like grip.
"Sizzle—"
Blood, flesh and bones flew everywhere, and a large piece of the shoulder was torn off due to the pulling.
Such decisiveness and ruthless behavior made even Xue Jing's pupils shrink. He felt surprised and failed to predict it, so his movements paused slightly and slowed down by a beat.
Xiahou Shen knew that this move was a perfect opportunity to counterattack at the cost of serious injury, so he immediately ignited all his internal strength without any hesitation.
In a fight between masters, every second counts. The killer moves of the martial arts school he practiced all require a certain amount of charging time, but it is too late to use them now.
Therefore, he could only exert his best strength in a very short time, estimate the height of the opponent according to the palm pressing on his shoulder, predict the position of the opponent's neck, and turn around to swing a backhand punch.
Although it was not a killing move, he was confident that even a fifth or sixth stage master with great skills in organ training would be at least half dead if hit on the neck by his swinging punch.
If the martial arts style he practices is not well protected, he may be killed with one strike.
Even if the opponent is able to react and defend himself, he will have the advantage of attacking first, and will follow up with his own combo, not allowing the opponent to gather his strength and counterattack.
As an experienced professional martial arts player, he has participated in many competitions and has extremely rich practical experience. He will never give his opponent a chance to fight back.
When he turned around in a flash, Xiahou Shen also saw the appearance of the person behind him.
To his surprise, the person was not the young or even middle-aged man as he had imagined, but a teenager with a childish face, obviously not yet an adult.
'Another genius? Are you here to participate in the U19... The quality of this U19 is too high. It's just a knockout match in one city, but besides those few, there is actually such a monster...'
'At this age, he has trained his strength to this extent. I guess he is the type who spends all his energy on laying the foundation in the early stage and will only get involved in actual combat in the later stage...'
'Nothing to fear.'
Xiahou Shen's thoughts were racing, but his hands did not slow down at all. He punched the young man's neck hard with his explosive internal strength.
“Bang!”
After a loud bang like a big hammer hitting a steel plate, Xiahou Shen's pupils suddenly contracted to the extreme.
“How is it possible!?”
This punch, powerful enough to break metal and iron, landed on the young man's seemingly fragile neck, but it did not move at all.
It was as if what he hit was not a person, but a towering pine tree that had stood for thousands of years, never shaken by wind or rain.
The subsequent combo that was originally expected was stuck because of this result that was completely beyond his expectations.
Before Xiahou Shen could recover from the shock, a hand grabbed his neck at a speed he could not understand and lifted him into the air.
Rich and powerful energy surged from the palm of his hand into his neck, locking up several key force-generating parts of his body. Because his neck was pinched and his trachea was blocked, he was unable to mobilize strength through breathing, leaving Xiahou Shen with no ability to resist. He was lifted up in the air and froze.
"The idea is good, the response is decisive, and the speed is not slow."
"It's just the strength, it's just a little bit off."
Xue Jing looked at the man he was pinching in his palm and spoke in a steady tone.
The dense dragon scale marks on his neck slowly faded away.
"Huh..."
Xiahou Shen stared at Xue Jing. His neck was pinched and he could only make hoarse and meaningless sounds and was unable to speak.
He had many doubts in his mind.
The scaly thing on the boy's neck should be some kind of defensive killing move. How did he manage to use it in such a short time
Also, just when he was about to hit with his backhand punch, he seemed to see a layer of black, leather-like substance suddenly appear on the opponent's neck...
Is it an illusion
It sounds like a long time, but it only took less than a few seconds from the time they started talking to the time they finished fighting.
Two figures rushed out from the hotel entrance. One of them was a middle-aged man. He saw Xiahou Shen being held in the air by Xue Jing with his throat locked. His expression suddenly changed and he said anxiously:
"Friend, let's talk it over! Don't be impulsive!"
Xue Jing turned his head and unexpectedly discovered that the person next to the middle-aged man who was speaking was the short boy he had seen in the port waiting hall before.
Recalling the news I saw on my sister’s phone before, his name seemed to be... Du Mingluan
"It's you!"
Du Mingluan looked at Xue Jing in shock.
A few hours ago, this damn bastard knocked him and Kou Chengjian unconscious, and then, out of malicious humor, made them lie down in a hug.
damn it!
Du Mingluan's face turned red on the spot, and he immediately wanted to go up and fight with Xue Jing.
"Mingluan, what are you doing!?" Seeing that something was wrong with him, the middle-aged man immediately reached out to stop him.
Du Mingluan gnashed his teeth and said, "Uncle Li, this person is just..."
When Uncle Li heard this, he understood why Du Mingluan was like this. He shook his head and said solemnly: