When facing the Pope, Ruan Xiangyuan admitted that his whole body could not stop trembling, because of the fear and anticipation of the unknown outcome of this floor station, every time he punched, he could clearly feel his fist hitting the opponent's body , and when he heard that the other party gradually became heavy and began to breathe with anger, he was so excited that the blood flowed backwards all over his body
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He adopted a shameless tactic, ran away after fighting, and never loved to fight, because he knew that his own strength would never be able to defeat the Pope head-on, so Ruan Xiangyuan wisely chose guerrilla tactics——
As Sui said before, the Pope's physical strength is indeed much better than that of Ruan Xiangyuan, and it is probably because he really pays attention to the movements of any newcomer. During the fight, Ruan Xiangyuan clearly felt that the other party was deliberately blocking him. His movements are either pulling the distance extremely far along him, or sticking tightly, very close...
In short, he is absolutely not given the opportunity to touch any part of his body with his fingers. Only when he can clearly see that he is clenching his fist, the pope will take the initiative to approach him and start talking about attacking!
After a few rounds, when the black-haired young man was panting slightly due to too frequent attacks, the opponent was still calm and calm, and seized this opportunity, snapped his crooked nose back—
"Fuck you."
The Pope spit out a mouthful of saliva, a little impatient with the guerrilla warfare where you come and go like a joke, he bent his sleeves, and amidst the cheers of the onlookers, his face became ferocious and rushed towards Ruan Xiangyuan—
Probably wanting to use the last blow to end this floor station that dragged on for too long.
At this time, Ruan Xiangyuan's eyes paused, and for some reason, it was probably because he was ridiculed by his stupid master every day for "unsteady feet" and "floating when walking". —
Including the Pope.
His movements were very fast, and he even seized the opportunity when Ruan Xiangyuan was staring at his feet in a daze. When he hit Ruan Xiangyuan's stomach firmly in a circle, the severe pain accompanied the whole body organs. Ruan Xiangyuan fell heavily on the ground following the twitching of his stomach, his eyes darkened a little bit because of the Pope's full blow.
But he knew it wasn't over yet.
Pope seized this opportunity, he rushed forward to make up a few more punches—
At this moment, something unexpected happened. People only saw the black-haired young man lying on the ground pretending to be dead suddenly came alive when the Pope approached. He stretched out his legs like a fish. Suddenly turned over from the ground and jumped up, and then, his legs clasped the Pope's crotch tightly, and then, the black-haired young man's waist was slightly separated, and in the next second, he successfully overturned the aggressive man on the ground land
! !
This series of flexible movements left the onlookers stunned. After a short pause, the cheers of the crowd became louder—
Yes, they will definitely not support any side, they will only support the strong one!
When the Pope kicked Ruan Xiangyuan away and got up staggeringly from the ground, Ruan Xiangyuan followed the direction of being kicked away, endured the intense pain in his stomach and body, frowned, and finally stretched out his hand to hold the edge of the table Stabilized his figure, and then, he grabbed the dinner plate that was on the table before—this was the only weapon that could be used as an offensive weapon closest to him. His breathing was slightly unsteady, but he still It was the figure that easily came behind the Pope in a flash. When the man tried to turn around and attack him, the black-haired young man raised the plate in his hand expressionlessly, and slammed it on the Pope's head with the food inside. superior!
The untouched food was scattered all over the floor, and for some reason, the rounded edge of the plate slapped the pope's head for blood—
Ruan Xiangyuan's hand was so shocked that it hurt so badly that he lost the ability to grasp it, and cold sweat ran down his forehead. After cursing secretly in his heart, he pretended to throw away the dinner plate in his hand—
The dinner plate flew out sideways, and when it was about to hit the face of some unlucky guy in the crowd, it was firmly caught by a big hand stretched out from the sky.
Ruan Xiangyuan was taken aback for a moment, and looked at the azure blue pupils of the visitor.
At this moment, Lei Qie had one hand in his pocket, and was holding Ruan Xiangyuan's dinner plate with one hand full of displeasure. The moment he met the eyes of the black-haired young man, the man threw the dinner plate in his hand On the ground, stretched out a finger, pointed to his uniform jacket slung over his shoulders with a stinky face—
"Hey, idiot." The man's voice was deep and magnetic, full of danger, "New clothes... Can you please stop spilling your soy milk?"
Ruan Xiangyuan: "..."
At this moment that was so important to him, such a person who was probably equally "so important" to him appeared out of nowhere, stirring the water uprightly.
At this moment, Ruan Xiangyuan felt pain all over his body, even with Erliangjun's egg
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Being so disturbed by Rachel, he even forgot that he was still standing on the floor—thus, when he was caught off guard by the pope's arm from behind, he resentfully felt that Rachel came out to cheat his father Maybe.
As the pope's arms tightened and tightened, the air that Ruan Xiangyuan could inhale became thinner and thinner. He opened his mouth slightly, looking a little embarrassed like a goldfish out of water. Hei, at this moment, he heard Rachel's lazy and smiling voice floating from a distance—
"Now you know how uncomfortable it is to be interrupted during a fight?"
Ruan Xiangyuan: "..."
I will go to your uncle! !
Is this the fucking time for education? !
Brother, look at the occasion! ! ! ! !
Ruan Xiangyuan said that his last breath was so excited by Lei Qie's stimulation.
Ruan Xiangyuan rolled his eyes sincerely this time—he thought of those people who hanged themselves in previous cases. It is probably the ugliest among the ugly faces of death, bar none.
At this moment, the black-haired young man felt that even his vision began to become blurred. At this moment, in a daze, he saw Rachel move.
In a blurry background that seemed to be static, for some reason, he saw Rachel.
Although the man's movements are slow.
The red-haired man stood at the front of the crowd expressionlessly, and slowly stretched out the hand in his pocket. The man never stopped staring at him, and his blue pupils were always so calm. At this moment, the tall figure moved, and Leiqie lowered his head extremely slowly, as if inadvertently, he Raising his hand, he swept the sleeves of his uniform over his shoulders—
Ruan Xiangyuan was taken aback.
"... Tsk, it's so sticky. That's why I hate soy milk the most.
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Lei Qie raised his head, and there was still no emotion in those blue pupils.
He just stood there, looking at Ruan Xiangyuan calmly, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, as if there was a faint smile.
bang bang—
In Ruan Xiangyuan's ears, what Ruan Xiangyuan heard was his own heartbeat beating suddenly.
At this moment, as if possessed by a demon, the black-haired young man also raised his hand—exhausting his last ounce of strength, he raised his hand, and slammed hard at the Pope who was completely exposed in front of his eyes at this moment. Elbows! !
The onlookers didn't even have time to think about what happened. They only saw for a moment, and the situation that the result of this floor station was about to be settled changed in this second. The Pope who had completely gained the upper hand With a roar, his whole body trembled, and then he stretched Ruan Xiangyuan away. The black-haired young man fell to the ground. After taking two mouthfuls of fresh air, he lay down on the ground and slammed Ruan Xiangyuan hard. The pope also stumbles—
The prisoners finally realized - wasn't this the sinister move that the rookie kid brought down Leiqie a few days ago! !
Ruan Xiangyuan looked at the Pope, who also fell to the ground, and couldn't get up immediately because the fighting time was too long, and his mind turned with difficulty—
What to do next
The black-haired young man's panting at this time was like a dilapidated bellows, with every breath he could hear the sound of air flowing through the trachea, accompanied by chest pain—
On the playground, Sui's words seemed to ring in his ears again.
Stumbling up to his feet, Ruan Xiangyuan threw himself at the Pope, locking him firmly on the ground to prevent him from getting up. He raised his hand, and slapped the Pope's face heavily, a drop of sweat dripped down his chin, dripping onto the pope's face. On the face of the Pope who was pressed under him, at this moment, the black-haired young man stared at the drop of sweat as if obsessed—
"This slap is to make up for the regret that the clown forgot to strangle you to death with the umbilical cord before being born."
Snapped.
Another slap resounding through the restaurant
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"This slap is the return of that stinky mouth I gave you."
When Ruan Xiangyuan raised his hand again—
"Continue your floor battle when you've had enough fun," the male voice was low and without any emotion, "Are you blind? Slap someone's face and attack his neck with deadly motion. I'll give you three minutes. End the fight."
It's Rachel.
All the prisoners were in a state of disarray: Fuck, this one is justifiable—what does it mean to watch chess without saying a word, a real gentleman, boss!
People looked at each other face to face. In fact, no one dared to stand up on behalf of the people to raise half a dime of objection to this red-haired king who was standing by the side to provide side assistance.
"...don't yell, thank you, you are making me...my brain hurt." He was also in pain and almost fell apart, Ruan Xiangyuan was as dull as an old tortoise, subconsciously raised his hand to chop The Pope's neck, but the other party broke free from his control at this second, and while he was raising his hand, he accurately grabbed his wrist—
Then he turned over and pressed Ruan Xiangyuan under him.
"Fuck!" Ruan Xiangyuan, who slammed his back heavily on the cold floor of the restaurant, let out a breath of bloody breath, and cursed, "Reince, you are a fucking fool!"
Call them by their first names.
Niubi.
The prisoner in the audience silently gave a thumbs up to the black-haired young man who stepped into the Temple of the King of Hell.
"...whatever I tell you to do, you can do it?" Lei Qie stood by the side and said that it had nothing to do with him, and by the way, his face was full of helplessness, and he accused in turn, "You are not the only one who has ears—□, temples. , stomach, and waist are full of weaknesses, I remind you of the neck, you only see the fucking neck? You are really going to cry, what evil did Sui do to accept such an idiot as an apprentice."
Everyone: "..."
I have to admit that watching the two people who obviously don't have a good understanding and insist on cooperating is really... very interesting.
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