Marrying a billionaire husband by mistake

Chapter 172 Start Calling

Of course, Zhanxiong, the second pole, didn't know that he was playing himself to death. Seeing that 7 points of force were not enough, he used 9 points of force, and then all 10 points of force.

But not only did the scene of Mu Qingcheng's pain begging for mercy in his imagination not appear, he actually saw a smile on Mu Qingcheng's face, relaxed and without any pressure at all.

No matter how stupid Zhanxiong was, he also knew that the boy opposite him was not simple.

He used 12 points of strength!
He used the strength of breastfeeding!
Even the strength of the urine kang was used, but Ke Zhanxiong still couldn't restrain Mu Qingcheng's hand in any way.

Unable to embarrass Mu Qingcheng again, although Zhanxiong was unwilling, he knew in his heart that it was useless to keep holding Mu Qingcheng's hand, so he wanted to let go.

But want to let go?
How can it be so easy?

There seemed to be a suction in Mu Qingcheng's hand, making it impossible for Zhanxiong to let go.

Then Zhanxiong felt that Mu Qingcheng, who had been adopting a defensive posture, began to turn defensive into offensive, and Jiali began to pinch his hand in turn.

"You want to use this trick against me? Hmph, you have a good idea!" Although he was surprised that he underestimated Mu Qingcheng's strength, Zhanxiong still didn't think Mu Qingcheng could do anything to him.

Because anyone who practices martial arts knows that before practicing beating, one must practice being beaten.

Defensive power is more important than offensive power. Zhanxiong feels that he has practiced iron sand palms for many years, and his hands are as tough as beef tendons. If I can't pinch you, can you pinch me?

At worst, we're tied, and then I'll find another chance to deal with you!
But even so, knowing that the opponent has some strength, Zhanxiong didn't dare to be careless, but held his breath, and even made a Zhama posture, waiting for Mu Qingcheng's attack.

As expected, Mu Qingcheng squeezed herself hard, but Zhanxiong's hand was not hurt.

After sensing that Mu Qingcheng's strength was average, Zhanxiong let out a sigh of relief.

It seems that the opponent's strength is nothing more than that, and I still think too much about this little boy.

It seems that this little boy's hands are harder and more pain-resistant, but in terms of strength, how can he compare with himself?
But what he didn't know was that Mu Qingcheng's first slap was just to test the hardness of his hand, and then mentally calculated how much strength he had to use.

I can't understand the hatred if I use too little strength, but I feel a little unnecessary when I use too much strength. After all, although this Zhanxiong hates him, he hasn't done anything too much.

It’s okay to teach them a lesson, but it’s a bit heavy to be maimed or killed.

After knowing the number in his heart, Mu Qingcheng began to exert his strength.

With the display of Mu Qingcheng's true strength, Zhanxiong realized what a big mistake he had made by choosing to shake hands with Mu Qingcheng!
He regretted it too late!
Zhanxiong felt as if his hand was strangled by an iron hoop.

Then it was like being hit hard by a hammer.

Then it was like being run over by a truck with all its strength.

In the end, I felt that this hand was no longer my own...

When the pain started, Zhanxiong wanted to pretend to be a man, he gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound or beg for mercy.

But it hurts!
At first, there was a "creaking" sound of gritted teeth.

Then there was the sound of Zhanxiong's hand bones being pinched "click, click".

Then Zhanxiong finally couldn't bear it any longer, and started screaming.

"Okay, no...no more handshakes..."

"Didn't you meet me at first sight? I haven't gotten close enough to you yet." Mu Qingcheng chuckled.

(End of this chapter)