You Are My Rare Passion

Ye Xingbei: "..."

You are the King of Soldiers, how many ordinary people can beat you?

Ye Xingbei rolled his eyes: "Nonsense!"

Gu Wuye sighed and shook his head, "Sure enough, people who like to tell the truth are becoming less and less popular. Every time I tell the truth, I will be despised by you every time."

Ye Xingbei: "..."

All right.

Looking at Gu Wuye's composure, Han Zuo must be quite skilled.

Regardless of Yan Jingxue's anxious obstruction, Han Zuo also walked to the center of the courtyard and stood opposite Dou Kui.

He suddenly turned his head and hooked his fingers at the short, fat man: "You two go together."

The fat man hesitated.

Third Yan's wife didn't want the nephew of Yan's second wife's natal family to show off alone, so she pushed the fat man, "Xiaohui, what are you afraid of? Go, teach that guy who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth, and let him know, we The gate of the Yan family is not so easy to enter!"

Jiang Xiaohui knows that Dou Kui is the Sanda champion, and with Dou Kui around, he just needs to beat the side drums.

When Dou Kui knocked the little boy down, he went up and stomped a few times, and he was able to express the anger in his heart.

Thinking of this, he rolled up his arms and sleeves, and walked to Dou Kui's side.

"What are you doing here?" Dou Kui frowned in disgust: "Go away!"

Ever since he pursued Yan Jingxue, Jiang Xiaohui has been messing around with him like a crap stick.

If Yan Jingxue wasn't disgusted by him, maybe Yan Jingxue wouldn't be so disgusted with him.

Jiang Xiaohui moved a little away from him, and made a gesture of invitation: "You hit you, don't worry about me, we each rely on our own abilities!"

It took a lot of effort for Dou Kui to control the urge to kick him flying.

At the beginning, when he pursued Yan Jingxue, that bastard said the same thing, they pursued each other according to their own abilities.

He was obviously sincere towards Yan Jingxue, but he was disturbed by this villain who coveted Yan Jingxue's billionaire net worth, as if he pursued Yan Jingxue only to get Yan Jingxue's money.

asshole!

Sooner or later he will kill him!

He spat on Jiang Xiaohui, suddenly roared, and rushed towards Han Zuo.

"Brother Ah Zuo, be careful!" Yan Jingxue shouted anxiously, clasping her hands together, stamping her feet anxiously.

Han Zuo turned sideways and easily dodged Dou Kui's attack.

The two came and went, fighting together.

The expression on Yan Jingxue's face gradually changed from worry and nervousness to surprise, and she jumped to cheer Han Zuo: "Brother Ah Zuo, come on! Brother Ah Zuo, you are awesome! Brother Ah Zuo, I love you so much!"

To Dou Kui, Yan Jingxue's cheers were as sweet as silver bells, but they were like cold arrows, shooting at his chest one after another.

He wanted to kick this little boy to the ground with one kick, so that Yan Jingxue could see where he was shining, and know that he was the real man.

But when they fought together, he realized that maybe, he was not the opponent of this little boy at all.

The little white face fought him with ease, and sometimes seemed to deliberately let him go, beating him like a cat and a mouse, making him look embarrassed.

He was so angry that his lungs exploded, wishing he could kick Han Zuo to bleed.

Maybe his strength lies there, and he has nothing to do with Han Zuo.

It was Han Zuo who gradually brought the battlefield to Jiang Xiaohui's side.

Dou Kui kicked Han Zuo.

Han Zuo dodged away.

Behind Han Zuo is Jiang Xiaohui.

Before Jiang Xiaohui could react, Dou Kui kicked him hard on the heart.

Jiang Xiaohui screamed from being kicked, flew upside down, fell heavily on the ground, tilted his head, and spit out blood with a "poof".

Ye Xingbei looked at Gu Junzhu subconsciously, and sighed silently in his heart: He really deserves to be Gu Wuye's soldier!

Looking at such a serious person, it turns out that it also belongs to glutinous rice balls, with white skin and black sesame filling!

She looked at Yan Jingxue sympathetically.

Poor Xiaoxue, for such a man, let's just act, let's forget about the real ones!