Need for a Guard

Shi Yue looked at Huang Huan's provocative eyes, but he didn't go out to fight. He smiled at the corner of his mouth, picked up the wine glass beside him, and sipped it contentedly. _!~;

"Who dares to fight against me?" Huang Huan had a grim face, "Could it be that there are no real warriors in the majestic swallow?"

Tian Fen is as stable as Mount Tai, so he doesn't care about it!

Lei Dong couldn't bear it anymore, so he wanted to fight, but seeing Huang Huan only staring at Shi Yue alone, he also knew that Huang Huan's drunkard's intention was not to drink, and if he acted rashly, he might make Shi Yue unhappy. I had no choice but to hold back my anger and wait and see what happened.

Yan Tong hid on Shi Yue's body and wrote, "Aren't you going to be a scavenger? Why don't you still fight?"

Shi Yue used his wine glass and sleeve to cover his mouth and said: "The time has not come yet!"

"Haha... Huang Zhuangshi is so majestic!" Yanjing laughed and winked at Sanmao, "Little Maozi, why don't you give Huang Zhuangshi wine?"

Sanmao sprinkled the bottle of potion to prevent piranhas from biting into the wine bowl, and walked towards Huang Huan with a smile on his face.

Just as he walked in front of Huang Huan, he didn't notice that there was a stone on the plywood, which landed on Sanmao's foot.

oops...

Sanmao let out a cry of surprise, her thin body tilted forward, the wine in the bowl was not spilled, but her elbows were pushed forward, pushing towards Huang Huan's waist.

To an outsider, this is just a commonplace act of imbalance.

Huang Huan also secretly ridiculed San Mao's incompetence, but in an instant, he clearly felt a vast and extremely powerful force growing from San Mao's elbows and attacking the acupuncture points on his waist and abdomen.

At a critical juncture, there is no time to spare.

Huang Huan hurriedly stepped back.

"Oh! I can't take it anymore..."

Sanmao swayed, grasped with his left hand, rushed up with a "staggering" body, and grabbed Huang Huan's waistband again. |i^

mean!

If the waistband of the trousers is scratched, the trousers will fall off. Isn't it ugly?

However, although Huang Huan was skilled in martial arts, when he was in a hurry, he was forced by San Mao to have no room to fight back, so he had to retreat.

All of a sudden, Sanmao followed up again, and when he gave away his waist and hips, Tie Shan leaned out in an instant, and his small body slammed fiercely towards Huang Huan.

The momentum is like a rainbow, like a mountain like a mountain!

Huang Huan was in a cold sweat from shock.

Damn, what is the origin of this little kid?It's so powerful!Within three moves, making it impossible for me to fight back?

This note of sticking to the mountain is very powerful, relying on the big tree, the tree breaks!Let alone a human body.

At this moment, Tian Fen, Lei Dong, Black and White Wuchang, Wei Zhao and others all saw through San Mao's tricks, and were secretly amazed at San Mao's strength.

If this son is older, the future realm will be extraordinary.

Seeing Sanmao's skillful use of Tieshanjiao, Shi Yue was also very satisfied in his heart: This trick was handed over to Sanmao by himself.The apprentice is amazing, isn't this master also radiant?

King Fu's eyes are dull, but he can only watch the fun, secretly hating: What is this little eunuch doing for the fun?When is it bad to wrestle, why fall at this time!What a waste of time.

Huang Huan felt even more miserable in the game!

This sticking mountain came very abruptly and quickly, if it was hit, it would be crushed to pieces, there was no time to adjust the breath, and then the body dodged to the left.

It's just this flash, full of loopholes, disordered breathing, and vacant heels, if the little eunuch followed up with another move, he would definitely not be able to avoid it.

Hey!

One mistake, and the whole game is lost!

Who let himself despise this little hairy child?

When Huang Huan was complaining and annoyed, San Mao didn't attack again, and fell to the ground with a 'stagger'.

The wine bowl in his hand came out, and the wine was pouring out, covering Huang Huan's body - he saw it and wanted to avoid it, but when his strength was exhausted and his strength was exhausted, there was no way to dodge.

puff!

Huang Huan was actually drenched all over his face, his clothes and breasts were covered with alcohol, his fleshy face felt hot and uncomfortable, and under the lingering sunlight, it was flushed purple.

At the same time, with a light sniff, I could smell a strange smell in the wine. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't bad either.

You ****, what broken wine?

Huang Huan was holding his breath in his heart, and he managed to catch his breath. Seeing San Mao still lying on the plywood whimpering and pretending to be in pain, he was so angry that he kicked him, wanting to repair San Mao severely!This bastard little hairy child is too hateful.

This kick is fast and hard, derived from the kick in wrestling, which means that the foot should be pulled out like a whip, and it has a sense of freedom and relaxation in it.

If any part of the body is drawn, that part is considered useless.

"Oh, envoy Huang Zhuang, show mercy!"

Sanmao grumbled and moved three feet laterally from the plywood, dodged the vicious kick, stood up, and said to King Fu wrongly: "My lord, is this strong man in Huang polite and educated? Is there any?" Human nature? Why are you indiscriminate and even beat our family?"

"Eunuch Mao, this..."

Old Fu Wang blushed, and just about to explain, Sanmao waved his small fist in an 'angry' voice, and said loudly: "Our family has a lot of good intentions. Seeing his bravery, it is impossible to give him wine to drink with him. Seeing that I fell, Huang Zhuangshi not only did not support me, but also hid faster than a rabbit. Can I not spill my wine? Sprinkled on him, he became angry and wanted to bully me! It is unreasonable! Your lord, you are polite, People who talk about etiquette, so many ministers are gathered here, our family wants to hear what you say."

Among these people, those martial arts masters secretly saw San Mao's strength. Bai Mochou knew San Mao's details a long time ago. Only guys like Fu Wang, He Dan, and Kong Qingfeng knew nothing about San Mao's true strength. known.

In their eyes, Sanmao is just a child, a little eunuch who pretends to be a tiger, acts like a bully, acts like a dog, hates to the bone, and has no handles in his crotch.

Being questioned by San Mao's voice and emotion, Fu Wang and He Dan's faces were hot and uncomfortable.

Inside the door to see the door, the layman to watch the fun.

Sanmao has been walking in the rivers and lakes for many years, and his performances are lifelike, without any pressure. In the eyes of King Fu and He Dan, they can only watch the excitement: just watching Sanmao stepping on stones, grabbing Huang Huan, failing, falling, and spilling wine on the ground Looking at Huang Huan's face, he felt that all this was very ordinary, but he couldn't see the life-and-death struggle hidden in the dark.

Although King Fu wished Huang Huan could kick Sanmao to death with one kick, Sanmao grabbed his painful foot and was so ashamed that he burst into anger.

"Don't be angry, Eunuch Mao. People who practice martial arts have a lot of blood, so they will inevitably have a hot temper. Please don't blame Eunuch Mao."

Fu Wang's face was purple, and he yelled at Huang Huan, "What are you doing standing there stupidly? Why don't you apologize to Eunuch Mao?"

Huang Huan felt aggrieved, he couldn't help but wish he could break off Sanmao's teeth one by one - this guy is talking nonsense, confusing right and wrong, damn it.

Obviously you almost killed me just now, and even poured wine all over me, yet you asked me to apologize to you?

At the foot of the imperial city, beside the emperor, there is such a shameless eunuch?He is really close to black, as cunning as the little emperor.

Little man, little man!