Golden Greenery

Taking advantage of his strength in mid-air, Zhuo Yang relied on his soft waist and horse to hug Inzaghi and land safely. Mutual interference missed the scoring opportunity. Zhuo Yang and Inzaghi hugged each other tightly and rolled on the sweet grass in full view of the public.

The self-protection was so good that the two of them didn't even hurt their buttocks from the fall. Zhuo Yang even held Master Jiu's head with one arm to prevent him from kowtowing. So, the roll ended, with Zhuo Yang on top and Jiu Ye on the bottom. Zhuo Yang put his hands up and down, holding Jiu Ye's neck and waist, and there was a strange combination of circumstances.

Their lips touched each other and they kissed.

Both Zhuoyang and Inzaghi were dumbfounded. They were playing too openly now, and they were so passionate in front of 70,000 or 80,000 people. This was a bit shameless. Inzaghi was fixed by this kiss and opened his eyes wide with fear. Zhuoyang was stunned by this sudden kiss.

After the two of them stood still for five seconds under the attention of the world's ambiguous blessings, Zhuo Yang seemed to have a spring suddenly appearing under his body, and flew away from Master Jiu's body. He twisted his waist and legs in mid-air, and used the vertical ladder to lift his body. Only then did he fall to the ground in a hurry and stand firm.

Master Jiu was still lying quietly on the grass, staring at the dark night sky with his big watery eyes, as if he was reminiscing about the kiss.

Zhuo Yang had a big head and hurriedly spat out. Amidst the laughter of the fans in the audience, he kept twisting his expression and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, as if he had just eaten shit. The solemn competition atmosphere at the scene was also relaxed because of this episode.

Suddenly, Jiu Ye clapped his hands on the ground and bounced up, staring straight at Zhuo Yang, his eyes full of love, and he was approaching him step by step.

Zhuo Yang panicked: You want to eat it all and you won’t let go!

"Master Jiu, don't... don't come here. It's just a misunderstanding... a misunderstanding. You know I'm not good at this. If I meant it, let the sky strike me with five thunderbolts and smash me to pieces..."

Inzaghi was still approaching step by step, his eyes filled with autumn water, almost dripping with water.

"Don't come over!" Zhuo Yang's scalp was numb. "Master Jiu, please don't come over. If you come over, I will die on the spot for you to see. Do you believe it or not?"

Inzaghi approached stupidly, as if he had been carried away by the kiss just now.

"Master Jiu doesn't want it." Zhuo Yang was horrified. He was so frightened by Master Jiu's lustful appearance that he could not speak incoherently. "Believe it or not, I will die for you to see? My Kou Kou can't spare your life, believe it or not? Our Kou Kou is a countess with double titles. She has a good skill with a compound bow that can penetrate the Yangtze River with a hundred steps. Our Kou Kou has fallen out with Master Jiu, and you can't lose your good faith." Do not believe?"

Master Jiu looked at Zhuo Yang affectionately: "Zhuo Yang, I made a breakthrough."

"You can't break anything...what? Master Jiu, what did you say?"

"I'm blooming!"

"What? It's blooming? Are you sure?"

"Very sure!"

The flowers bloomed with a kiss from Master Jiu! Almost at the last moment when the flowering period has disappeared, Philippe Inzaghi's flowers are in full bloom. There are hundreds of beauties in the world, but I only love the one that loves you. You exchange your tenderness for me to be arrogant and indulgent.

Lord Jiu, after all the hard work, the joy comes! Breaking through the bottleneck is always so magical, you don't know when it will come or why it will come. But when it comes, you clearly know that you have made a breakthrough, and you are absolutely sure.

Zhuo Yang was stunned by this huge surprise, and then ecstatic. He quickly forgot about Master Jiu's lustful look just now, hugged him, and laughed loudly.

"Ah ha ha ha ha, ah ha ha ha..." The smile was so unrestrained and sincere.

Master Jiu buried his head in Zhuo Yang's arms,

He seemed to be crying. He murmured: "Zhuoyang, thank you. Good brother, thank you..."

"Ah hahahaha, thank you so much for your chicken eggplant. If I had known that it would bloom with a kiss, I would have let you kiss me enough. Ah hahahaha, let alone a kiss on the mouth, I can let you have sex, ah Ha ha ha ha……"

"Zhuoyang, thank you!"

Such strangeness finally made AC Milan's teammates no longer look at the fun with "discriminatory" and ambiguous eyes, and everyone quickly gathered around. In an instant, everyone's expressions were filled with mixed feelings, including envy, jealousy, joy and reluctance.

Zhuoyang jumped around with Inzaghi in his arms, cheering like a child. The flowering period of more than a year, especially Jiu Ye's silence and decadence in the past half year, was all in Zhuo Yang's eyes. He was worried about Jiu Ye. A series of indiscriminate attempts to seek medical treatment for acute illnesses were the only efforts he could make.

"Congratulations to Master Jiu for his flowers to bloom and wealth, his immortality, longevity and longevity, to rule the world from now on!" The free congratulatory words were thrown into the basket first. "Master Jiu, show us your hand."

"Don't worry, leave the game to me." Inzaghi's red and moist eyes were extremely deep, and his eyes became as clear as a lake. Inzaghi, who was already pretty and handsome, became more handsome. As soon as the flowers bloomed, Jiu Ye's feminine and treacherous temperament dissipated, replaced by a heroic and capable one.

Lyon goalkeeper Hugo Lloris took a goal kick, which was intercepted by Maldini and Favalli. Pompon took the ball and pushed forward from the right. When it reached Kaka's feet, he passed it horizontally in front of him. Old Xi'er running around. Seedorf's diagonal push pierced the ribs of Lyon's defense and hit Zhuoyang on the wing.

Zhuoyang used a feint to accelerate, making Grosso stagger out of the way. Without stopping the ball, he directly kicked the ball and passed the ball. The route was flat and fast, and the football struck the penalty area at night in a reverse outer arc.

Bumson opened his eyes and watched Inzaghi disappear from his sight!

Chris felt a hint of coldness from the back of his neck!

The football passed by the goal, passed over the heads of the two central defenders, and then suddenly dropped. Inzaghi, who suddenly appeared like smoke, soared in the clouds and mist on the line of the far end of the small penalty area, and volleyed sideways like an auspicious sign from the sky. Let the football explode into the goal.

In the 71st minute, Hua Jiuye made a fortune, AC Milan 1:2. Zhuo Yang: "Ah ha ha ha ha ha..."

Seedorf turned around and knocked back, Kaka dribbled the ball across the hall, and then passed it to Zhuo Yang, who was already in a long-range shooting posture. A fake shot and a real pass, Qiuqiu and Jiuye broke through Lyon's defense in two directions and met in the penalty area. A light stab left Loris unable to recover, and Lord Jiu jumped over his body like a swallow in bloom.

On the 7th goal, AC Milan 2:2. Zhuo Yang: "Hahaha...ahhahaha..."

Lao Xier went through the motions at the front of the penalty area and cleverly passed the ball to Zhuo Yang, who was running laterally. But Bumson got close in time, and Zhuoyang, who was receiving the ball with his back, couldn't turn around under his squeeze. Leaning half a step back, Zhuoyang poked the ball from Bodmer's feet to Jiu Ye, who was pulling back from the midfielder before Bodmer came to attack.

Inzaghi touched lightly with his toes, poked the ball and avoided Tularan's sliding tackle, then jumped up. When he landed, he dialed the ball out and avoided Chris's attack. He took another step and dribbled the ball in. restricted area. Dribbling has never been Jiu Ye's strong point, but at this moment he was like Zhuo Yang possessing him, training two of Lyon's top players.

Perhaps it was because Jiuye, who was still unfinished and had no killing intent, changed the direction of the ball, turning Lloris's flying attack into despair at his fingertips. An empty ball, an empty goal, an empty goal, and Inzaghi, who is full of flowers, has restrained all his murderous intent. His heavy sword has no edge, and he has no skill.

In the 83rd minute, Sao Jiuye plum blossoms in the third lane, AC Milan 3:2. Zhuo Yang: "Ah ha ha ha ha...oh hehe..."

The referee blew the whistle for the end of the game. AC Milan, with one less player to fight, relied on the suddenly blooming Jiuye to score a hat trick within 15 minutes, reversed and defeated Lyon, and regained the top spot in Group F with 10 points, and ahead of schedule Qualifying from the group has been determined in one round. No matter what score they score in the next round, Madiburg and Lyon cannot both score 10 points or more.

During these 15 minutes, Zhuo Yang couldn't stop laughing. When the game was over, he held Master Jiu in his arms and screamed wildly.

"Ahahahaha... Ahaha... Oops~~ It's cramping, I'm cramping... Help..."