The Last Mecha

Chapter 138 The Fourth Challenge

Nan Zhiyun didn't know what that strange boy was thinking, he always left early and returned late, and he didn't have any desire to communicate with him other than delivering meals.

She stuck to the door, eavesdropping on the movement of the family when they get along. As the eldest son, Wu Gou seldom speaks, and seems to be transparently hidden in the laughter of the family. An indescribable sophistication.

Even in the middle of the night, when he huddled in the corner of the wall opposite to him and slept, his appearance was so deep that he didn't seem to be his age, and she felt like an arhat or a monk.

In fact, Wu Gou felt very helpless. He thought that this girl would leave on her own after resting enough, so she wouldn't be willing to stay in the same room with a guy who didn't know why.

If she left by herself, Wu Gouren would do his best. He was so busy every day that he didn't have time to deceive a little girl of his age for a few drops of the precious blood of the Liuli species.

But at the moment, it seems that this guy won't leave in a while. In fact, Wu Gou thinks about it and knows that there is nowhere else in the world for her to go. It will only increase the danger.

There are always many suffering people in the world, and there are only two endings. Either you move forward with heavy burdens and your eyes look forward, or you fall into self-pity and self-pity, and end your life in a daze.

And how to choose, which way to go, depends on herself, and others can't help.

Speaking of consolation and enlightenment, those are things that only close relatives can do, and he has no choice but no reason to do something forcefully as an outsider.

Keeping her to stay like this, and sending some insignificant food, is already the best.

Saving people or something, with his current strength, is it possible to fight alone against the forces rooted in Jiang Song by a powerful country?
impossible.

Speaking of it, this situation is a bit like later generations. Some picture book stories handed down from Dongying Fusang, boys and girls accidentally live in the same room, facing a crisis that affects life and the world. Secondary school is romantic.

However, at Wu Gou's age, he really can't have any fantasies in this regard. In his eyes, there are only two labels on this girl, "trouble" and "value".

It was another soul in his body who really looked down on the poor and wanted to help Nan Zhiyun.

Maybe it was because of his other self's feelings, or maybe he was really not a bad person. In short, Wu Gou decided to do this, and she could stay as long as she wanted.

In a blink of an eye, it was approaching the time for the next day's fight. Early in the morning, Wu Gou boiled water to buy food, and left some drinking water and food for Nan Zhiyun.

"Clap-"

The gray newspaper fell lightly in front of her, and the smell of freshly printed ink instantly filled her nostrils.

"I don't know what information you are looking for, but if you want to read it later, I'll just bring it for you. Don't go out and buy it secretly, you are causing me trouble."

Wu Gou said lightly, without any angry expression on his face.

He thought for a while and added, "If you want to go out of the city, I can help you find a relatively reliable and safe carriage. I suggest you choose Rongcheng or Qiongtai for the city. Don't go northeast, you are from the southwest. If you want to go abroad, I can also help you by sea, but it is best not to choose Fusang and Koryo Island."

He turned around and walked out the door.

Nan Zhiyun looked at his back, raised his jade-colored arms slightly under the sun, pursed the corners of his mouth but still couldn't make a sound.

In the fourth round at the Martial Arts Hall, Wu Gou played against Guo Yongsheng, the bowstring was tense and ready to go.

The young man in front of him was in his early 20s, with dark skin, and his taut Uesugi outlined a body with well-defined muscles, with white bandages wrapped around his two arms.

On his temples, two blue blood vessels swelled slightly with his breathing, and a faint brilliance flashed in his hazel eyes.

Qi is probably less than 10, and has not touched the bottleneck, but it is estimated to be soon. It should be in the early 9s.

Wu Gou looked at the opponent in front of him and made a silent evaluation in his heart.

After Huo Jianfeng's battle, his sensitivity to qi has increased a lot, and now it is no longer necessary to observe carefully to judge a person's level.

"I watched the game you played with my junior brother, and I also watched the next two games. They were amazing."

Guo Yongsheng's spirit sank to his dantian, and his voice was loud.

"Each each other."

Wu Gou handed over his hands, he had indeed watched the two games Guo Yongsheng won, his tactics were extremely beautiful, his fists were neat and free, and he asked the way to break the cards with thirteen hands open and closed, which seemed a bit like spring and snow.

It is not a lie to say that in Jiang Song, among the younger generation before the age of 25, there is only one person who can match Li Youyi.

"Your style of play is very upright, you don't play dirty, I like it very much. See you in the arena today, you and I will fight with all our strength, no regrets, and when we meet on the street, I will buy you a drink."

Guo Yongsheng pursed his lips into a fleeting smile, then he stopped and twisted his waist, the high fighting spirit in his eyes burned like fire.

"After all, it's not a life-and-death fight. It's an exhibition match. I don't want to beat you. I just want to please the audience."

Wu Gou didn't say these words. He glanced at the gray-eyed middle-aged man on the high platform in the distance.

Jiang Mulin always acted erratically, even for such an important six-beater, suddenly disappeared, it was quite normal.

But Wu Gou has played four games so far, and he has not lost one game.

"start."

Shen Ziyan raised his hand and took three steps back.

Guo Yongsheng was not polite either, he shouted angrily, his blood surged up, and he rushed towards Wu Gou with a big stride.

Practitioners of Wing Chun like to fight close to the body, it doesn't matter who they are.

This time Wu Gou didn't let it go as he did when he fought Cao Zhiwen. He lowered his body and focused on one foot, and the blade-like tip of his shoe cut out along Guo Yongsheng's waist.

There was a terrifying wind blowing in his ear, Guo Yongsheng's eyes darkened, he turned over and passed Wu Gou's legs and feet, and pulled his right hand in a half-circle in the air, gouging out the hollow of Wu Gou's knee with his fingertips.

Where did Wu Gou give him this kind of opportunity, he only heard two cracking sounds of bones, he twisted his waist, kicked out an arc, and pierced the shoulder of Guo Yongsheng, who was half squatting on the ground.

This change happened extremely quickly, without any warning signs, Guo Yongsheng was startled, his feet hit the ground violently, and the two legs slid on the floor with a scary sound and a faint mark.

Wu Gou had no intention of chasing after him, and Guo Yongsheng had no intention of turning back. He got up slowly, and on a pair of ripped trouser legs, there were clusters of fleshy pink.

The feeling of cutting flesh with a knife came in bursts, Guo Yongsheng didn't frown at all, but his heart was a little numb.

He tried his best to reach Wu Gou's side, but after a round of fighting, not to mention the loss, he couldn't get in after three steps.

On the opposite side, Wu Gou's eyes burst out with a burst of anger, his face was half dark, and he hooked his palm at Guo Yongsheng.

"Closer to me?"

"Come closer!"

Guo Yongsheng rubbed his teeth twice, and swallowed his saliva.

(End of this chapter)