The emperor was so angry that he laid corpses everywhere.
When the master is angry, wolves howl and ghosts cry.
Bao Twelve was really hurt by Fang Yan's heart and liver.
You can call me a noble person, you can praise me for my extraordinary temperament, you can say that I am heroic, personable, chic and beautiful as a fairy. Even if I look more individual and masculine, it is still acceptable ----- you say What does it mean that I am cute
I am the Grandmaster, the King of Form and Meaning. Isn’t it really insulting for you to say that I am cute
Roar----
The tiger roared, and Bao Twelve's head slammed towards Fang Yan.
He made fists with both hands and hit Fang Yan's arm holding his head at the same time.
Whoosh!
Fang Yan stopped and took action again.
His arm was still pressed against Bao Twelve's head, preventing him from hitting him. However, Bao Twelve's double-fist attack failed instantly.
Boom again!
Failed again.
Boom again!
Still failed.
No matter how Bao Twelve attacked, Fang Yan was able to dodge one step ahead, and his big hand pressed on Bao Twelve's face like a shadow.
It's like it's been sucked.
If I don't let go of Tai Chi's Sticky Word Technique, even the gods and ghosts will be unable to save me.
Bao Twelve looked up at Fang Yan, his face turned purple and his eyes were filled with tears: "What kind of hero can you be if you dodge and dodge? Do you dare to punch me three times openly?"
Who is a hero if he dodges
Fang Yan thought about it seriously. The hero always dodged and dodged when fighting against him.
Snapped!
Fang Yan slapped Bao Twelve on the face.
Snapped!
Fang Yan slapped Bao Twelve on the face again.
Snapped!
Fang Yan slapped Bao Twelve on the face for the third time.
After three slaps, Fang Yan took two steps back, looked at Bao Twelve and said, "I dare to slap you three times openly."
Tai Chi emphasizes the use of softness to overcome hardness. What do you mean by asking me to fight with you? When you hit someone just now, I asked you to compete with me in tongue twisters, and you must have disagreed, right
What Fang Yan hates most is this kind of self-righteous idiot. Everything must be done according to his ideas. The slightest failure will prove that you are a shameless scoundrel.
"Damn it." Bao Twelve was about to get mad. The total amount of humiliation I suffered in the first half of my life was not as much as what I have endured in one go today.
His body ran like a wild horse.
Tiger-----
A punch hit Fang Yan's chest.
Fang Yan stood still and punched away at the same time.
Snapped!
Bao Twelve's body flew backwards, knocking over countless stone tables and wooden chairs.
The sound of clicking was endless, and wherever Bao Twelve passed it felt like he had experienced a violent typhoon.
A smooth avenue appeared, and the tables and chairs covered with twelve bodies were completely cleared.
Bao Twelve stood up and rushed towards Fang Yan again, delivering another powerful punch.
Fang Yan took a step forward and punched again.
Fists collided again.
Snapped!
Bao Twelve was blasted away by Fang Yan again, his body knocked down the hotel railing, and the whole hotel began to shake.
Exclamations and screams were heard one after another. Those hotel guests who were not too concerned about the excitement, ignored the etiquette and dignity when their lives were threatened, and ran outside with their heads covered.
Bao Twelve got up again!
His clothes are in rags, like a beggar on an overpass.
There was blood from the corner of his mouth, but he was seriously injured but not dead.
Bao Twelve took out a handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wiped the blood stains on the corners of his mouth.
Then he rolled up the blood-stained handkerchief and carefully put it into his pocket.
Bao Twelve looked at Fang Yan with blood-red eyes and said: "We have competed one hundred and sixteen times, won one hundred and ten times, lost three and drawn three but never lost. You are the first person to make me bleed."
Fang Yan looked at him sarcastically and said, "Even if I am the first man to make you bleed - do you still want me to be responsible for you?"
"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth."
"Then tell me, do you feel a little uncomfortable after hearing these words?"
"Uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable." Bao Twelve said very frankly. Fang Yan's words were not poisonous, but every word made people feel suffocated. The suffocation multiplied geometrically, and finally the quantitative change led to a qualitative change, making people feel like their bodies were exploding.
He knew he lost.
She originally came up to mess with his mind, but she didn't expect that her own mind would be messed up by him first.
"So, please be sure to take another punch from me."
Fang Yan's eyes were slightly cold and he stood there waiting quietly.
Bao Twelve exhaled a deep breath, slowly raised his hands, holding a handful of glass shards in his hands and carefully and reluctantly clenched them into fists.
The skin on the back of Bao Twelve's hands turned fiery red, as if it was about to burn.
The internal energy is released externally. Because the energy is too strong and leaks out too quickly, it causes skin discoloration.
Bao Twelve has been practicing hard for decades, and his energy is indeed majestic and strong.
"drink-----"
Bao Twelve roared and rushed towards Fang Yan again.
Fang Yan moved.
With a body like a dragon, he made a fist with one hand and rushed towards Bao Twelve.
call-----
The fists collided, but there was no sound of explosion.
The punch Bao Twelve threw with all his strength was like hitting cotton, making him feel suffocated and depressed.
At this moment, an unstoppable force surged forward, rushing towards his fist when his old strength was exhausted and new strength was not regenerated.
boom----
Bao Twelve's body flew upside down for the third time.
Fang Yan quickly chased after him even as he tiptoed.
Bang----
Bao Twelve's back hit the rockery used as a decoration in the corner of the restaurant. The rockery shuddered and rocks of all sizes fell off.
His body knocked out a herringbone-shaped hollow in the stone mountain, and his body stuck tightly into the hollow. From a distance, it looks like a carved "big" character.
Snapped!
Fang Yan landed on his feet and reached out to pinch Bao Twelve's throat.
"You win." Bao Twelve vomited a large mouthful of blood and looked at Fang Yan and said.
Fang Yan used a little force with his right hand, making it even more difficult for Bao Twelve to speak.
"I'm convinced." Bao Twelve said resignedly. "Let's do it."
Behind General Ling, a man wearing sunglasses and holding a bamboo pole was about to rush to save people.
"Let him kill him." General Ling felt the movement behind him and said lightly.
Everyone is cold.
Liu Qingming tried not to look into General Ling's eyes and never took his eyes away from Fang Yan.
Fang Yan's anger surged in his heart, and the palm holding Bao Twelve's throat trembled slightly.
he is very angry.
He wants to kill someone.
I want to wipe all these despicable and shameless people from the earth.
Everyone was waiting, waiting for him to forcefully break Bao Twelve's head.
The atmosphere was eerie, and you could hear needles dropping throughout the hotel.
Fang Yan could hear his rapid heartbeat, and he could see his blood about to boil.
The heart will beat out of the chest, and the blood will burst out of the blood vessels.
Suddenly, Fang Yan grinned.
He released Bao Twelve's throat, patted the dust on Bao Twelve's body with his hands, and said with a smile: "Teacher Bao, are you okay?"
thump!
Bao Twelve's eyes darkened, he could no longer hold on, and his body collapsed to the ground limply.
Some breathed a sigh of relief, others sighed regretfully.
General Ling pulled up a chair and sat across from Qin Yitian, looked at her with gentle eyes, and said: "Three years ago, we found this abyss together - it was my first time here, and it was yours too. Come once.”
Qin Yitian played with the fork in his hand and said nothing.
"It was your birthday and we opened a bottle of red wine. You were underage, so you drank one glass. I drank the remaining half of the bottle."
Qin Yitian still didn't speak, just like a playful child playing with the toys in his hand.
"The wine tastes good and we are in a good mood. You said you would bring someone special here - I have been waiting for it. I am really curious. I am wondering what kind of person you will bring. People come here.”
"Three years have passed, your birthday is here again, and I have met the people you brought -----"
General Ling waved, and Liu Qingming immediately took a tall wine glass for him from the table next door.
General Ling took the bottle and poured himself a glass of red wine, raised his glass to Qin Yitian and said, "Happy birthday."
Phew!
Qin Yitian chuckled. The smile is bright, but not brilliant, like the nameless red and white flowers all over the mountains.
She looked up at the general's order and said, "Is that idiot guy who came to ask me to give up my position one of yours?"
"My people aren't that stupid."
"The guy who was knocked out by Fang Yan was one of yours?"
"It's a shame to say it. I expected too much from him."
"General Ling, do you think it makes sense to do this?" Qin Yitian looked at General Ling and asked.
General Ling tapped his fingers on the table and said: "This is the restaurant we came to together----"
"Yes."
"Although I didn't say it frankly, I came to Huacheng to celebrate your birthday - this is what everyone wants to see. People in Yanjing are watching, many people are watching."
"I see."
"Now can you understand how I feel?" General Ling said in a gentle voice, taking it matter-of-factly: "Sitting in the restaurant we found together with another man celebrating your birthday - this feeling is really disappointing. It’s very uncomfortable.”
"So, you ruined all my hard work and mood today?"
General Ling flicked the glass in his hand with his finger and said, "I am raising a glass to wish you a happy birthday."
Qin Yitian smiled and looked at the general and stopped talking.
"Three-----" the general ordered.
"Two------" General Ling said aloud.
"What are you counting?" Qin Yitian asked.
While speaking, she had already raised her fork and thrust it into General Ling's eyes.
clang!
General Ling raised his arm, just in time to block Qin Yitian's stabbing fork with the glass wine glass in his hand.
General Ling looked at Qin Yitian and said: "I'm counting the time until you stab me - sometimes I really hope that I guess wrong. If I guess wrong, I won't be so sad."
(PS: Can I ask for a ticket? Whether it’s a red ticket or a monthly ticket, if others don’t want it, you can throw it to me.)