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Wang Ziqiao's suddenly cold gaze made Matsubara Junko tremble, and she replied pitifully, "Chunzi doesn't know what Mr. Wang is talking about. Junzi really needs Mr. Wang to save my grandpa. I have no father or mother since I was a child. It was my grandfather who brought me up and sent me to the Asura Gate to learn kung fu. Chunzi really cannot do without my grandfather. My grandfather can't last long. I hope Mr. Wang can help me in time. Junko kowtows to you when my grandpa sees a doctor!"

While Matsubara Junko was speaking, her eye sockets were already moist, but they didn't flow out. Tears wet her long eyelashes. Anyone who watched them would have an urge to make her sad again. She wanted to hold her in her arms directly. Take good care of me.

But how powerful is Wang Ziqiao's mental power?There are all kinds of beauties around him, naughty, cute, gentle and graceful. He has already seen it before, and his expression remained unchanged. He said: "You are a disciple of the Asura Sect. Since there are experts in the Asura Sect, why don't you let them see your grandfather? All the way to Shanhai City?"

"There is no genius doctor in the Asura School, and Mr. Wang should be very clear that high medical skill does not mean high kung fu. As long as Mr. Wang agrees, Chunzi is willing to give everything for Mr. Wang, even including Chunzi's most precious chastity!" This Matsubara Jun After Zi's words, both hands had already unbuttoned the clothes under the neck, revealing a shallow chest.

But she didn't stop, and continued to untie it.

But Wang Ziqiao snorted coldly: "Take your tricks away, it won't work for me, unless you exchange it with Shuramen's quick cut, otherwise, I will never heal your grandfather!"

After Wang Ziqiao said a word, he had strode away, opened the door, and left.

In the room, only Matsubara Junko was left, until Wang Ziqiao's back disappeared, the poor Matsubara Junko became as cold as ice, her silver teeth creaked, and after buttoning the clothes, The long sword has also been inserted into his waist.

Several Japanese outside the door stepped in one after another, and at the same time bowed to Junko Matsubara and said, "Miss, did the Chinese people agree?"

"It's all Ozawa Ichiro. After returning, let his legs be broken, cut off his tongue, and drive out the Matsubara family!" After Matsubara Junko said, she also stepped out of the room.

The rest followed suit one after another, only Ichiro Ozawa was in a cold sweat and trembling.

……

Half an hour later, Junko Matsubara appeared in a five-star hotel. This is a presidential suite, spacious and luxurious, showing luxury.

On a large and soft bed, an old man with sunken eye sockets and white hair was lying quietly. Beside him, there were two young women who were rubbing his skinny legs and shoulders.

After entering, Junko Matsubara knelt down beside the old man's bed and said, "Grandpa!"

The old man's expression was still somewhat clear, he glanced at Junko Matsubara, and said, "What? What happened?"

"It's all the fault of Ichiro Ozawa. Don't say anything about the embarrassment. The prince Qiao who was harmed didn't want to see your grandfather again. No matter how granddaughter begged him, he was indifferent!" Junko Matsubara replied.

"He doesn't want to make money?" The old man frowned.

Matsubara Junko shook her head and said: "He said that from now on, all Japanese who want to see him for medical treatment must first pay 1000 million yuan, and they can only do it once, and the effect is not guaranteed, while people from other countries, He only needs to pay 100 million yuan a year, and he will make three shots!"

"Baga!" The old man was furious, he slapped the quilt with his withered hand, and his breathing suddenly accelerated.

"Grandpa, don't be angry, the matter is not completely irreversible!" Junko Matsubara stood up hurriedly, threw herself on the bed, pushed a woman away, and stroked the old man's chest with her hand.

"What does he want?" the old man asked with a frown.

Junko Matsubara did not answer immediately, but looked at the people in the room and said, "You all go down!"

The two massaging women nodded, then left the room and closed the door behind them.

Matsubara Junko then said: "Prince Joe wants me to teach him Shura Kuaishou, and he will try his best to save you. However, our Shura School has a rule that no ninjutsu is allowed to be spread outside, so I didn't agree to him!"

"How can I spread the ninjutsu of Shuramen to the outside world? Even if I die, I will never allow you to do this!" the old man said angrily.

"Grandpa, I only used Shura's first three cuts in front of him. I claim to be 16 and a half years old, and I am just an ordinary Chunin. Therefore, he should not know the true identity of me and grandpa. So, I thought If you can use Shura's first three cuts in exchange for his treatment of your grandfather, it's not a bad idea. After all, you only learn the first three cuts, and it won't be of much use to him, because Wang Ziqiao's cultivation is also extremely high, and he is already the peak of a great martial artist. Realm, my Asura Three Slashes have no effect in front of him at all!"

"Oh? He's really that powerful? I still know the Chinese people's kung fu. Our Shura three cuts are enough to deal with any level of Chinese martial arts masters. What's so special about him?"

"Quick! His swordsmanship is very fast. My hidden weapon and my invisibility technique don't have much effect on him. I really doubt that he has extraordinary perception!"

The old man let out a long breath, and said slowly: "China is big, I think we made a mistake of arrogance at the beginning, their martial arts are also broad and profound, and we in Japan can only enrich ourselves by constantly learning Chinese martial arts. You can agree to teach him Shura's first three cuts, but you also have to make a condition for him, let him exchange it with sword skills!"

"This? I'm afraid he won't agree. After all, we are begging him, not him begging us!" Matsubara Junko replied.

"How do you know if you don't try? As a Japanese woman, you should know how to attract Chinese men!" The old man glanced at Matsubara Junko.

Matsubara Junko hurriedly bowed and nodded: "Ha Yi, Junko knows what to do!"

After finishing speaking, she bowed and retreated.

As a Japanese beauty, Matsubara Junko knows her own capital very well. She knows that her figure and appearance are much better than ordinary Chinese beauties. She is beautiful, plump, gentle and considerate.

Matsubara Junko knows that she not only has the wisdom of a Chinese woman, but also has the shrewdness of a French woman, and these are her pride.

Junko Matsubara, who left the room, stood at the door for a long time, took a deep breath, and then said to herself: "I don't believe that you don't like beautiful women. If Shura Sanzhan and me are added, wouldn't it be okay?" In exchange for your sword skills and treating my grandfather, if you are not satisfied, then I will make you satisfied!"

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Junko Matsubara stepped away.

At this time, Wang Ziqiao was already like the stars holding the moon. Along the way, some students would stop and watch from time to time, talking a lot.

Shanhai University has not had a star student for a long time, and Wang Ziqiao is undoubtedly one of them.

Classmates in twos and threes went to the classroom with their textbooks.

And Wang Ziqiao bid farewell to Yu Wei and the girls, and also walked towards the classroom, but just as he stepped up the stairs, he found a familiar figure from behind: "Sophie Fei?"

(Third!)