Golden Greenery

‘Cave tom! ! ’

Meix fell a bit hard this time, almost shut his breath. Dizzy and lying on the ground, the rabbit hurriedly kicked the eagle. When he was right, he noticed that Zhuo Yang did not take the opportunity to chase up, but left him two meters away and stood beside a coffin face, tickling his finger at him.

"Get up and fight."

I know from the last time that this kid is a tough guy. The kind of unsuccessful Zhuo Yang has not met before, which also makes Zhuo Yang a great blow to fun. Meeks rushed over with red eyes, not even standing completely.

Two consecutive left and right swings, Zhuo Yangyou flicked to the side of Meeks with a small slide, his right flexion arm clamped his neck, twisted and his back side, his legs were bent with the right hip Put it on Mex's body, then squat down with his legs down, bow his head and lower his head, lift him up and fall again. In modern martial arts, this is called pinch-neck over-the-back throwing, and traditional Chinese martial arts call it through a house.

After falling down three times and five times, Meeks still quickly turned and climbed up. Although he staggered, he still hurled a fierce left boxing to Zhuo Yang to face the door. Knowing that his fist was followed by the kick of the lower leg of the right leg, Zhuo Yang leaned his head on the left arm, and at the same time, his body moved slightly, grabbing forward and striding forward, placing the straight fist on his shoulder. Meeks habitually lifted his right leg, but lost his attack target. Before he could be stunned, Zhuo Yang stopped standing on his left leg and slammed his shoulders. At the same time, his left arm stretched and hit his chest.

He flew again, facing upwards.

When Mex hits a right punch, Zhuo Yang embraces his waist over his back; Mex uses double winds and ears, Zhuo Yang wears his arms and falls; Mex raises his leg and kicks, Zhuo Yang takes a turn . Without much effort, Meeks has been thrown out continuously for more than a dozen dogs to eat shit, not to mention dizziness and dizziness, and the kidneys are turned to his throat.

This scene can be called Daquan Daquan, and it can also be called 18 dips in clothes.

Xiaoqiang who can't die! Mex shuddered and stood across from Zhuo Yang, trembling not afraid, his bones were about to fall apart, and his muscles had to turn. Looking at Zhuo Yang who opened the catcher in front of him, Mex didn't know how to move. Not being able to fall naturally will not prevent being dropped, this is a watershed to distinguish a street fighting master. Ren Meix was brave and brave, and was just a personal sack bag in front of Zhuoyang.

What the **** should I do? Puffing out two breaths, Max shook his cheek muscles and said, "You **** kind of..."

'Snapped! ! "Without speaking, Zhuo Yang slaps his face across his face. "You make a lot of **** in a crack."

"Ah--" Mex screamed and rushed up again, naturally greeted him with another fist and arm throw. ‘Cave tom! ’

Struggling to stand up again, "You..."

'Snapped! ’

"what--"

‘Cave tom! ’

Shaking the direction is almost unclear, "No..."

'Snapped! ’

"what--"

‘Cave tom! ’

Even the knee joint is soft again, and the waist is almost straight. This time with a long memory, Meeks closed her lips and stopped talking, so as not to be distracted, but it was still useless. Zhuo Yang sealed the portal tightly, and he still could not penetrate it.

How to do how to do? Mex was sad, and he was almost tired like a dead dog, but he was getting worse. Dropping his tired eyes and face, taking a two-second break and taking a countermeasure in his head.

'Snapped! Snapped! ’

As soon as the upper and lower eyelids were closed, two slaps flicked Mex's nose. Quickly opened his head and shrunk his elbow to raise his arm to protect his face, but inexplicably Tengyun took the fog off the ground. Zhuo Yang stooped forward and walked, hugged his knees with his hands, and fell to his knees with a very standard embrace.

‘Cave tom! ’

Smashing to the ground, the stabilized Meeks was sad like an eschatological poet, with empty eyes staring straight at the white ceiling, as if there was something strange there.

"Get up, don't pretend to be a dead dog, don't you have a breed?" Zhuo Yang hooked his hand.

"Don't... fall, I'll get up..." Mex despaired like an oyster by the stove.

"OK, I won't fall." Zhuo Yang said. Meeks was overjoyed, but then heard Zhuo Yang then said: "... Call me grandpa, I won't drop you."

"You... wishful thinking! There is a kind of pleasure for you."

"Okay, Grandpa cry, I'll give you a good time."

"Come on! My grandpa has been dead for more than ten years..." Mex was very angry.

"That's not right! You lack an elder like me to give you some tutoring."

"You let..." Mex's voice was not over yet.

"Shut up! You are too much nonsense to fight! Get up and counsel one!"

Mex's steel teeth were crumbling and he was struggling to pick up his body. Zhuo Yang is not in danger. In fact, in this fight, as long as he knocks Mex down, he will no longer pursue it, otherwise Mex will be cold.

To say that breaking the sky is a private fight, there is no deep hatred and hatred, and the heads-up appointments that block each other, even to the point where the streets are tussled for territories. Zhuo Yang certainly didn't do his best, and he wouldn't even leave Max even with an injury, otherwise it would be annoying to see the messy drool.

Mex didn't know what was happening there. It was estimated that he couldn't do it if he couldn't do his best. Shaking his head and shaking his head as if drunk. In fact, Meeks can still stand up now, which is very admirable, and his bones are just like his, and he is exhausted and vomiting. At this time he relied on his unwilling breath, also called the quality of will.

Squinting hard and aiming at Zhuo Yang, otherwise you can't focus. Standing up is already the limit, and there is simply no effort to do anything. Suddenly saw Zhuo Yang raise his hand in his knees——

"Oh!"

Mex hurriedly blocked, but he didn't know where to block in a hurry. Are you coming to **** my mouth? Still have to catch my wrist and throw me? Coupled with the habitual defense of Zhuo Yang's kick and kick, under awkwardness, Zhuo Yang just put on a score, and Meeks himself ‘hole tom! ’.

Gasping for life, Mex couldn't get up anymore.

The most exhausting thing in the world is actually fighting. Not to mention that you don’t need a game of two days, a game of four days and a half of a horse. Those are not the same thing. If you fight once, you know what it means to be tired. Why is there only three minutes in a round of boxing? This stuff is scientific!

"Sun smashed~www.readwn.com~ Get up!"

"Sound grandpa, I won't fight!"

...

No matter how Zhuo Yang provoked and provoked, Meeks couldn't get up. He lay on the ground with his eyes closed and said nothing. Whether it was death was a matter of destiny, and Zhuo Yang made no fun.

"Oh, that's all for today." Zhuo Yang nodded and clapped his hands, but Meeks said nothing.

He walked back to the pile of felt cotton pads he had just sat in, reached for the mineral water, and drank his head ‘ton ton ton ton’ and drank happily.

"Lock the door for a while, and the key is still on the top of the electric box." Open the door, first probe the probe and look outside, ‘Wow! ’. gone!

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