My Simulated Son's Life

Chapter 6 The Crisis Comes Again
"Oh? What do you say?"

Chu Lin asked with great interest.

"His moves are nothing more than surprise. Hong Zongyuan is too confident in his brute force. As long as he fights steadily, he won't lose so badly."

A trace of disapproval flashed across Jikang's dark face, he paused for a moment and said:
"If I were Li Changkong's opponent, I just need to control the distance with him, and walk away as soon as I touch him. His pace is slow, and his boxing skills have not yet been mastered. He is just a living target, and defeating him is nothing more than a piece of cake."

"You're right."

Chu Lin smiled lightly:
"But didn't you notice that Hong Zongyuan paused after his right hand collided with Li Changkong? Our new companion's bones are very hard."

"So what? No matter how hard a bone is, it's useless if it can't touch people."

"If you don't cultivate your strength but don't cultivate your skills, you're just inferior in the end. Chu Lin, you shouldn't focus on such mediocre talents. Your opponent should be those geniuses in Jiangzhou City."

Ji Kang looked at Chu Lin and said solemnly.

At the same time, he punched out, quickly retracted after Chu Lin blocked it, and then shot at Chu Lin's smiling white face again. This punch was almost twice as fast as the previous punch.

The third form of the Wave Stacking Fist - Wave Thousand Stacks!

At the critical moment, Chu Lin folded his waist back, and at the same time struck out with his left hand from the side, deflecting Ji Kang's fist.

"It's so risky. When it comes to geniuses, you're the one who impresses me. In just two months, you've already mastered Lang Qiandie's tricks. I'm almost unable to stop your offensive."

Thrillingly blocked Jikang's offensive, Chu Lin couldn't hide the surprise on his face.

Compared with Jikang, Li Changkong really paled in comparison.

It's better to grow up again, the current you are not qualified to let me make a move.

Thinking of this, Chu Lin cast an interested gaze towards the rear of the team.

Li Changkong didn't know anything about what happened before.

Even if he knew, he didn't care. After the golden finger was opened, his eyes were no longer on the lower third-rank fighters, but on the middle third rank, and even the upper third rank, those legendary god-like figures.

The Dajiang Gang, the courtyard of the Bloody Killing Hall.

A sharp sound pierced the sky.

"Who beat my brother like this?"

Hong Xiuxiu's face was ashen. She looked at Hong Zongyuan lying on the stretcher in such a miserable state, her face was gloomy, and her silver teeth were almost crushed.

Her phoenix eyes were full of evil, staring at the disciple next to her until cold sweat broke out.

"Return, return to Madam's words. It was Mr. Hong who was injured by him when he competed with other disciples in the school grounds."

Not daring to be negligent, this disciple hastily opened his mouth, for fear of becoming Hong Xiuxiu's punching bag.

"Who is it? What's his name? He has such a vicious heart! It was just an ordinary sparring, and he actually broke my brother's arm! This person must be very arrogant and domineering normally?"

"Returning to Madam, this person's name is Li Changkong, yes, Master Hong offered to compete with him."

The disciple lowered his head, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

"Even if my younger brother suggested it, it must be Li who did something outrageous. No way! Where is the hall master? I must let him decide for my younger brother!"

"What are you arguing about? I heard you crying all the way, let others see my old Song's joke!"

A man dressed in red pushed the door in. He was about seven feet six inches tall, with a bronze complexion and a thick voice.

His appearance is not very outstanding, only a pair of earlobes are relatively plump, almost twice the size of ordinary people.

This person is Song Yan, the head of the Blood Killing Hall of the Dajiang Gang, and an eighth-rank Bone Tempering Realm warrior.

At this moment, his brows were furrowed, apparently dissatisfied with Hong Xiuxiu's shrew appearance just now.

"Old~ Grandpa~"

Seeing Song Yan's appearance, Hong Xiuxiu's eyes turned red almost immediately, and her big eyes were filled with tears.

With a frown, she threw herself into Song Yan's arms like a suckling swallow.

"Master~ Look at my younger brother, how has he been beaten up, I am just such a younger brother, you have to make decisions for him, woo woo woo."

Hong Xiuxiu raised her head in Song Yan's arms, and stared at Song Yan pitifully with her pair of cut pupils.

In all fairness, Hong Xiuxiu is not a great beauty who can overwhelm the country, but she has a unique style that can arouse a man's desire to protect, especially between the beds, which makes Song Yan want to stop.She was Song Yan's favorite concubine for a while.

"Alright, alright!"

Holding the delicate shoulders of the man in his arms, Song Yan said with a headache:

"Your brother was defeated head-on by others in the martial arts competition, and he was not secretly plotted against. How can I, as the dignified blood-killing dignitary master, help you out?"

"I don't care, master. I won't vent my anger on my brother when he was beaten up like this. If my father finds out, how can I go to see him! At worst, everything is up to you today"

As she spoke, Hong Xiuxiu's face turned red, and she buried her face deeply in Song Yan's arms.

Song Yan had a silver smile on his face when he heard this.

Song Yan has a unique hobby, that is, he likes to sing Chrysanthemum Terrace, but Hong Xiuxiu has never agreed to his request before, and he himself does not like the feeling of being forced, so he has never sung it.

He chuckled, lowered his head and kissed Hong Xiuxiu's face, and said softly:

"Why wait until night? We can start now."

"Then master, what about my brother?"

"No problem, the master will find a way."

After finishing speaking, Song Yan picked up Hong Xiuxiu and walked towards the house.

"Oh~ I hate it~ Master, you are so bad..."

The voice gradually faded away, but Li Changkong on the other side didn't know about it.

In the reserve compound, Li Changkong and his party all had dinner and returned to their own compound.

Ah!
Li Changkong lay down lazily on Hong Zongyuan's position, and sighed comfortably.

Hong Zongyuan's bed was very spacious, and he occupied the seats of three people by himself, and the others could only squeeze beside him, not daring to take a step beyond the thunder pool.

But now, the surname of this position is undoubtedly Li, and the quilt that was originally snatched by Hong Zongyuan has returned to Li Changkong's hands again.

This feeling is really good.

The damp musty smell is gone, and so is the nasty smudge.

Li Changkong narrowed his eyes with some satisfaction.

"that."

A voice sounded, and Li Changkong, whose rest was interrupted, opened his eyes unhappily, and looked towards the visitor.

All the people in the dormitory stood in a row, and the one in front was Hong Zongyuan's henchman Liu Neng.

He watched Li Changkong shrank his neck timidly, and said softly:
"Li Changkong, look at our strong body soup, how much do we need to hand over to you?"

Hey!
Li Changkong frowned, and there was an unexpected harvest.

(End of this chapter)