Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

"Oh, it's so lucky for a blind cat to meet a dead mouse." Fu Liang did not wait for Jiang Xun to raise doubts, and first doubted himself artificially.

Jiang Xun licked his slightly dry lips. He didn't doubt Fu Liang's pretentiousness, and the corner of his lips reminded frivolously: "Luck will not always favor you."

"Yeah, the second shot right away, I'm a little nervous." Fu Liang exhaled nervously on purpose, looked down at the gun in his hand, and his palms were slightly sweaty.

But immediately after, he raised his gun to aim at the bullseye again. After the second shot, it was still "10 rings."

The bald brother couldn't help clapping his hands, which brought Jiang Xun back to his senses. He immediately suppressed the smile on his lips and asked dryly, "Is this also luck?"

"Probably." Fu Liang shrugged and smiled casually.

He knew that even if he admitted that it was luck, Jiang Xun would not be foolish enough to believe it.

The bald brother was worried that Jiang Xun would go crazy when he realized he was humiliated, but Jiang Xun readily did not pursue it, but raised his jaw to let Fu Liang continue.

Fu Liang also felt a little abnormal about Jiang Xun's behavior, but he was the softshell at this time, and even though he realized something was wrong, he had no choice but to go down the slope.

Fu Liang took a deep breath. In the last shot, he only needed to hit five rings casually to defeat Jiang Xun...

But when the gunfire rang out, the third bullet went straight through the hollow created by the second bullet and eventually embedded itself in the concrete wall behind.

Still "10 rings".

There were only three bullets left in the pistol. Fu Liang returned the gun to the younger brother who was nearby, and looked at Jiang Xun: "How do you want to judge this round?"

All eyes were on Jiang Xun's face, and the tense atmosphere full of gunpowder was about to explode.

Fu Liang's heartbeat accelerated unconsciously. He thought that Jiang Xun would go back on his word and change the rules of the game immediately. After all, this was a basic practice for Jiang Xun.

Therefore, when he heard the words "you won" from Jiang Xun's mouth, he was in a daze for a moment, thinking it was an illusion.

Jiang Xun's light tone was just like his light smile, it was too unreal.

"What's the third game? I just need to win one more game and I can leave, right?" Fu Liang confirmed to Jiang Xun.

Jiang Xun raised his eyebrows: "Well, that's right, I keep my word."

As he spoke, he pursed his lips, and walked towards him with his hands in his pockets. Under the yellow light, there seemed to be a lingering smile in his eyes.

Fu Liang only walked away for a few tenths of a second, and asked anxiously: "The "leave" you promised was "return to the dormitory safely", am I still alive?Didn't you say "leave this world", let me die? "

"I promise you will live." Jiang Xun tilted his head, pursed his lips and smiled lightly, his eyes were meaningful.

In Fu Liang's heart, Jiang Xun's "guarantee" was useless, because this person never played cards according to common sense.

Fu Liang staggered his strange and gentle eyes, and discussed the matter coldly: "You haven't said what the third scene is."

Jiang Xun approached him, with his right cheek almost touching his left cheek, and whispered in his ear, "Melee combat."

Fu Liang's heart trembled and his face twitched involuntarily, but he soon realized that the "hand-to-hand combat" in Jiang Xun's mouth was not the kind that made him imagine, but the one he saw. Bloody violence.

Fu Liang suddenly felt a pain in his heart, and he had injuries on his head and waist. As long as the opponent was not stupid, he would definitely serve on his forehead and waist injuries...

"Who am I with?" He swallowed, with a hint of tension in his voice.

"And me."

Jiang Xun's eyes turned into beautiful crescents, but Fu Liang didn't feel happy at all, instead his heart became colder, because Jiang Xun would definitely try to attack his waist and head.

He was a little relieved that Jiang Xun was not professional in fighting, and he should be able to protect his head and waist with ease when the fight started.

Fu Liang asked indifferently: "When will it start?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Xun pressed down on the injured part of Fu Liang's waist while he was not spared. Fu Liang quickly grabbed his wrist, and cold sweat fell from his temples.

"Does it hurt so much?"

Jiang Xun pinched his waist and squeezed harder deliberately, his eyes were full of interest, Fu Liang's grip on his wrist also increased, and his lips couldn't help trembling.

Jiang Xun suddenly felt soft-hearted, and the corners of his lips twitched: "Your lips are turning white, it looks like it really hurts."

He let go of his hand and took two steps back, pulling his left wrist out of Fu Liang's hand. Fu Liang was driven forward by his strength and staggered a little. Fortunately, Jiang Xun held his arm slightly to stand still.

"You look like this, so even if I win, you won't be able to win. I will let you win this time." Jiang Xun pursed his lips and smiled with interest.

Crazy Critic's brain circuit is really strange, when Fu Liang thought that he would fight Jiang Xun to the death, Jiang Xun let him go so easily.

Fu Liang looked into Jiang Xun's eyes in disbelief, but from the other's eyes, he could only see the crystal clear yellow reflection: "I won?"

Jiang Xun was not interested in repeating the answer. He let go of Fu Liang's arm and put it back in his trouser pocket, turned his head to the bald brother and said, "Is the car ready?"

The bald brother heaved a sigh of relief, took a lighted cigarette from the younger brother beside him, smoked it while smiling and said, "It's just outside."

Fu Liang and Jiang Xun sat in the back seat of the car, and seeing that the car was indeed heading towards the school, the heart hanging in his chest finally let go.

Jiang Xun observed his expression calmly, seeing that he was looking out the window nervously, and jokingly said, "What? Are you afraid I'll sell you?"

"It's not like you can't do this kind of thing." Fu Liang sneered, pressing the injured part of his waist with his left hand, his face pale and twitching.

Seeing the crystal clear sweat on his forehead, Jiang Xun couldn't help but froze his smile: "What's wrong with you?"

"Don't be hypocritical, ask the truth." Fu Liang pressed his waist painfully, "It's not because of that whip."

Jiang Xun: "Is it because you didn't beat him up, or did they hit too hard?"

He glanced at Jiang Xun speechlessly, not wanting to talk nonsense with him.

Jiang Xun noticed that Fu Liang was not in the right state. The night was dark, and only the street lights on the street came in through the car window to barely light up the unclear atmosphere in the car.

He raised his hand to turn on the interior lights, and Fu Liang was startled by him: "What do you want to do?"

"Let me see your injury." Jiang Xun said firmly.

However, Fu Liang didn't want to talk to him.

Jiang Xun's words were not an imperative sentence, but an order. Regardless of Fu Liang's attitude, he bent down and opened his short-sleeved clothes.

Fu Liang: "..."

The place where he was whipped was bruised and turbid, and bleeding was already under the skin. Jiang Xun's breathing suddenly became restless and rapid, and he urgently told the driver, "Go to the hospital."

Driver: "Huh? But it's coming soon..."

Jiang Xun stared at the back of his head with stern eyes: "I told you to go to the hospital immediately, don't you understand?"