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Victory and defeat have been divided.

It was a complete victory.

Everyone fell into joy.

Surrender to the amazing performance of the little milk ball.

A three-and-a-half-year-old girl actually threw out a little fat man twice as big as herself.

It also moves dashing and gorgeous.

It's really milky and sassy.

Enough people to marvel for a lifetime.

And among them, the only person who is not happy, that is, the one -

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

"You cheat!"

"This game doesn't count! This game does not count! Let's do it again! The

little fat boy had fallen to the ground, and his fat body couldn't get up, but he was still shouting.

A look of unwillingness to admit defeat.

He even secretly reached out to pull down the little milk ball.

At a young age, his mind turned out to be so vicious.

Jiang Moshen and Huo fought at a rapid speed and rushed over to protect the little milk ball.

A dangerous glow flashed under his eyes.

A quick hug of the little milk ball in his arms.

The other looked down condescendingly at the little fat boy on the mat.

The eyes were dark.

There was a fierce momentum between the eyebrows.

Suddenly condensed, oppressed down.

"Little fatty, I made it clear to you just now, a game will determine the winner!"

"Don't want to admit it if you lose? People like you don't deserve to be in this dojo!" "

Open your dog's eyes to see clearly, Little Sugar Candy is our Huo family's precious sister, your dirty hands dare to touch her again, be careful that I want your little life!"

Huo Yizhan did not regard the person in front of him as a five or six-year-old child at all.

Instead, they are treated as enemies.

The black eyes stared coldly, and the horror with an eerie aura fell.

Even adults, under his terrifying aura, would tremble.

Not to mention a small child.

The little fat boy sensed the danger and instantly turned pale.

It was like someone choking my throat, and I was almost out of breath.

He should rejoice....

The moment I sneaked up on the little milk ball just now, I didn't really touch the little milk ball.

Otherwise.

At this time, Huo Yizhan must have unloaded his hand.

Let him only be a cripple for the rest of his life.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa...!"

"Wow whoa, whoa... Mom..." "Mom

... Whew..." The

little fat boy shivered in fear, and finally cried out.

Tears and snot flowed.

A dirty piece of his face.

He was so scared that his body was so weak that he couldn't even stand up for battle.

Crying and calling out to Mom.

Escape with a roll crawler.

Huo Yizhan looked at this scene sarcastically, and when he turned his face again, he had a gentle smile on his face.

"Win!"

"Third brother, I won!"

"This is still the first competition of sugar candy~" Little

milk ball didn't know what happened just now, still immersed in the joy of victory.

She seemed to fall in love with the feeling.

I was happy to share the joy with my third uncle and third brother.

Huo Yizhan said with a proud face: "Our family's little sugar candy is the most powerful!"

Jiang Moshen was also full of pampering: "Sugar sugar baby is the most talented child I have ever taught!" The

little milk ball listened with her eyes shining.

Laugh so happily, so happy.

But at a young age, she was not carried away with joy because of a victory.

The little foot re-stepped on the mat.

Small hands clenched into fists.

Once again, I practiced seriously.

The little milk ball also asked Jiang Moshen to continue to teach her some new movements, and began to practice with concentration and hard work.

This time.

Little milk balls learn a kicking move.

Every time I lift my foot, I am accompanied by a milky "hey"!

Hey!

One, two....

The little milk balls are tireless.

Huo Yizhan on the side was reluctant to fall for a second, and all of them were carefully photographed.

Meanwhile.

He also did not forget to send a taunting skill to Jiang Moshen on the side.

"Hmph, the threshold for black and white questions is really getting lower and lower, and any kind of scum can mix in."

Hearing this, Jiang Moshen's face turned dark.

For the first time, he couldn't refute Jiang Moshen's words, and he could only admit that he was deflated.

Because of him!

It's the owner of the taekwondo gym that "Black and White asked."

That is, he.

Don't disdain to show off those medals, trophies, all of them outside.

Because he Jiang Moshen.

This name is a legend.

Brand.

As for the little fat boy....

I'm afraid I won't be able to step into this dojo in the future!

......

The other side.

The second floor of the taekwondo gym.

In front of the transparent glass handrail, there is a small boy with a straight posture.

It was Bo Lingyun.

Bo Lingyun's body is also wearing a white taekwondo uniform.

The youthful purity and the breath of green and blood.

Perfect integration in his body.

And on his waist -

a blue belt of the fourth degree.

At his age, it is unique.

Behind Bo Lingyun was his exclusive training room.

Next to him stood Wei Feng, a gold-medal coach he hired with a high salary, a former national champion and the king of three-year consecutive hegemony.

Not so long ago.

Bo Lingyun had just finished today's training.

They heard that there were masters on the first floor of the hall, which was very exciting, so they came out to take a look.

Didn't expect that.

He not only saw Jiang Moshen and Huo Yizhan fighting against each other.

Followed by.

I saw the game between the little milk ball and the little fat man again.

When I saw Huo Xiaotang and Little Fatty standing face to face...

Bo Lingyun's breathing became tense.

Even when he competed himself, he was not so worried.

The mind is full of small milk balls, what if I get hurt?

She will definitely cry uncontrollably.

How can those beautiful eyes have tears in their eyes?

Bo Lingyun couldn't wait to rush down and block in front of the little milk ball -

however.

An amazing scene happened.

The little milk ball moves elegantly, gorgeous over-the-shoulder fall, Bo Lingyun can see it clearly.

"It's beautiful!"

Wei Feng, the coach on the side, couldn't help but exclaim!

The same goes for Bo Lingyun.

The original worry and solemnity disappeared in an instant, replaced by joy like honor.

It's like.

The person who won this game was the same as him.

Far away....

He still saw the milky and sweet smile on Huo Xiaotang's face, and his eyes were shining, as if there were bright stars hidden inside.

He looked again....

The little milk ball threw herself into the arms of the men next to her, put her arms around their necks, and smiled sweetly and talked.

Bo Lingyun's smiling face slowly furrowed.

There is a sour air flow in my heart.

Those two men.

Huo Yizhan he knew, is Little Sugar Candy's older brother, the third son of the Huo family.

Who is that other man?

He is handsome and rugged, full of strength, and has a hideous scar on his face.

The little milk ball is exceptionally close to him.

Several times he was coquettish in the arms of this man.

Rude man, white tender milk cute little ball, the picture is contradictory, and strangely warm.

What's more.

This man actually won Huo Yizhan!

Bo Lingyun's eyebrows tightened more and more.

He still couldn't figure out some things, but his intuition made him cautious.

After all, the road ahead is obstructive and long.

Bo Lingyun silently stared at the scene on the first floor.

He asked Wei Feng on the side, "Coach Wei, who is more powerful between you and that man?" "