Xiong took the bronze gun and opened his mouth. "I have no hand to spare. I will give you a year and then fight again."
"A year later," Qu Yong felt a slight stabbing pain in his chest. When he touched his hand, he actually touched the first-hand blood. When he looked down, he found that his chest clothes were cut and his skin was written with the words "Fight again in one year".
He retired quickly just now, but even if he retired so quickly, he still had enough leisure time to write on his chest. Wouldn’t it be a piece of cake to kill him?
Xiong said, "I have no hand to spare your life for Perrin’s life, but I will come back to you at any time in a year, and I hope you can take a move."
Qu Yong, even if he had known that he was powerful, his self-confidence was greatly affected. In the face of such a super master, he could take his life for ten times with one move. The gap between the realms is still too big. He fuels and says, "I’ll be waiting for you in a year."
Xiong said to Cao Yi, "Now you can go out. I want to see Perrin when I go out. If anything happens to her, you will be buried with that dwarf."
Cao Yi nodded, "She is very safe. You can take her away at any time."
"Very good"
Xiong took Perrin and left quickly. Before he left, he didn’t look at it. After he released the Buddha, he couldn’t see this man. He had a grudge and held his fist tightly. Sharp nails pierced his palm and stabbed blood, but he didn’t dare to shoot.
I waited until our hero walked away and I couldn’t see him anymore. Cao Yi patted him gently, and he woke up and called out "What are you doing?"
Cao Yi sighed, "People have gone far."
The enemy said, "I know."
Cao Yi said, "I heard that he is your enemy."
"Yes" for enmity.
Cao Yi added, "I also heard that you must kill him."
"Yes" for enmity.
Cao Yi said, "Then why don’t you do it?"
In fact, the answers are redundant. Since he quit in front of that iron gate, he has already been a loser, a loser who has no courage to challenge.
But Cao Yi didn’t have a grudge. He asked these words. Qu Yong continued to ask, "Are you afraid or have your confidence taken away?"
Hatred is as white as death, and there is no more natural and unrestrained as before.
Cao Yi wanted to ask again, but Qu Yong had stopped him and said, "Don’t ask again. I’ll tell you that Xiong will come back to us in a year, and I will fight him again."
The enemy exclaimed, "You fought with him."
Qu Yong pulled his chest to reveal the four words "Fight again in one year", which are engraved on his body and an indelible shame for a boxer.
"Fight again year after year."
"Brother Xiaoyong, do you have the confidence to fight after one year?"
"No, not at all."
"Anyway, I’ll sort out the ten thousand yuan for you and hope it will help you."
"good"
night
It’s already the seventh night
When the moon does not see the stars.
The bright moon light has covered the faint starlight.
It’s already early spring in Jiangnan, especially in Hangzhou, where the grass is long and the sun is setting. On March 3, tourists walk on the green road, but at night, there are still some winter bleak. From Guangji Road to the city to Hubin Street, pedestrians are swaying in the treetops, and the breeze is very quiet.
This famous Lingyin Temple is located in the middle of Hangzhou. From a distance, it looks like a thousand eaves and a hundred buildings. The tall Buddhist temple has long been closed, and there is a faint murderous look in it.
Old man Zhang, who has been with him for almost 30 years, hasn’t fired a gun and sat against the wall behind the Lingyin Temple. He is trying to look straight at the moon and feel sleepy.
This sleepy man is like an alcoholic addiction. The more you think about it, the more you think about it. The old man Zhang, who has just passed the third night, can’t stand the drowsiness. I really envy those young people in my heart.
"Master" suddenly leaned against an epigenetic and gently pushed his path. "What do you think we should do in Lingyin Temple without sleeping in the middle of the night?"