Kung Fu Soldier King

"There are successors in Wulin. They are really sages." Zhang Zhijiang burst into tears and clapped his hands.

Lin Jiawang also nodded and said, "brother Mo could have taken his back heart and let him lose the strength to continue the game, but he finally took the back shoulder, Da Ren."

"Xiao Laojiu is not bad. The horse gun stabs his shoulder. If he moves down a little, Mo Yongshen should spit blood." Fang Qingyun sneered, turned around and drifted away with his brother Fang Qingshan.

Chen Yan patted the table and stood up, angrily scolded: "the world has changed, the world has changed, and the martial arts competition blocking all the reputation should be drained. How much benefit did the Mo family take from this boy?"

His words were a little sour, and he really had nothing to say. He came back with some face on his mouth.

Now anyone can see that Xiao Laojiu has great skills, not to mention Mo Yongshen's difficult fight. If other people were present, they didn't dare to beat him easily.

After saying this, Chen Yan also shook his sleeve and left. Chen Baoru shouted a few times and didn't stop. Finally, he stamped his foot, but he didn't follow him out.

On the court, Xiao Yan arched his hand, with a bit of vicious laughter, and said, "Mr. Mo, do you think you want to continue playing this game?"

"Mr. Xiao has good skills. Thank you for your mercy just now." Mo Yongshen looked a little unnatural, but he said politely, and then raised his hand.

The referee went to the stage, looked at the loudspeaker and shouted in a male duck like voice, "this game is flat!"

The people in the audience are making a lot of noise again. What the fuck is going on? Draw two games in a row and fool us?

But more than half of the people on the podium have drilled into the lounge. These old men became addicted to tea when they were outside for a while.

There are two tea tables in the lounge. Tea artists in cheongsam keep making Kung Fu tea, and a group of people drink tea while arguing.

Xiao Yan's rest room was full of beautiful women. He Jia took a lot of beautiful, exposed and coquettish women inside.

Some of them were still holding cigarettes in their hands and were smoking. What they talked about was a little vulgar.

"Jiajia, you've found a good place. Unlike my dead old man, I lie on my selfless body every day and move for half a minute. I can't even raise my interest."

"The place where Jiajia lives now is guarded by guards. It's a big villa. I heard that the Commissioner from above bought it. It's a big official."

"Yes, Jiajia, look at your husband. He's so young, he can drive millions of dollars, and he can play so well. I envy him to death. Jiajia, do you think you can give your husband to our sisters..."

Today, he Jia wore a nice Russian mink shawl and a cheongsam with peony flowers. She forcibly changed herself from a young and beautiful beauty to a lady.

But her temperament is not dignified enough. Instead, she seems a little frivolous. She is not much worse than the third rate models and actors next to her. At most, she is rich and noble.

Xiao Yan came in and saw the scene. Lin Xianer was angry at that time and almost didn't open his mouth and shout to get out.

"Nine elder brothers..." He Jia shouted, and others shouted one after another.

Xiao Yan nodded. He was so broad-minded that he didn't bother to pay attention to these yingyanyan women. He patted He Jia on the shoulder and said, "next is the life and death situation. Go back first. I'm afraid I'll scare you."

"No, I don't want to go back. I want to be here with you." He Jia snorted, then turned her head and said she didn't want to go.

Xiao Yan didn't insist. He shook Bian Yong's head and said, "well, you young ladies and sisters come to see my performance in their busy schedule and cheer me up. We can't let others come in vain. You take them to play."

Bian Yong immediately understood and took out a check clip from his arms and handed it to him. Xiao Yan wrote 200000 on it, and then threw it to He Jia.

"Wow... Jiajia, your husband is so generous..." 200000 is enough for them to play crazily.

They are all third rate, and some even do peripheral work. They can show off for several days by spending thousands on a bag. But now they let them play. That's 200000.

They can buy a lot of clothes, go to the nightclub and drink enough, and then throw some at the underground casino.

He Jia, a woman who also loves money, took it and kissed the check. She said happily, "there's 200000. That's enough for me."

"Jiajia, let's go now!" many women couldn't wait and came to pull Hejia.

He Jia looked at Xiao Yan and saw that the latter did not express anything, but smiled. She hesitated, shook her head, handed the money to her partner and said, "go first. I'll wait for my husband to finish the martial arts competition."

Xiao Yan felt a little relieved. If he Jiazhen was no different from other women, he should have a limit to tolerate her.

"Jiajia, then we won't wait for you. You must come..." the girls said so, but they had already moved outside the door under their feet.

He Jia went to the door to see off his female companion. Lin Xianer couldn't stand it. She said to Xiao Yan, "brother nine, your identity is different. It's time to talk about her."

"What do you say? Tell her not to associate with evil friends? It's valuable that she can keep herself clean in this circle. If she likes to play, let her play. If she misses the target, she'll die!" Xiao Yan's last sentence snorted coldly, and everyone's hair stood up immediately.

It seems that the boss's attitude towards He Jia is very thought-provoking. It's better to ask less in the future. If you're not sure, you'll annoy the boss.

The boss is very angry and the consequences are serious.

There was a living room and a bedroom in the lounge. After Xiao Yan got into the bedroom, he quickly took off his coat. He must change his clothes again, but he must heal his wounds before changing his clothes.

After taking off his coat, he sat down next to the edge of the bed. Suddenly, his back was cold, and a small hand like ice slowly stroked his back shoulder.

"It's all black and purple, and it's a little cruel. I want to crack your wound?" the cold wind swept over, and the silver haired Baili Xuehan appeared in the bedroom.

Xiao Yan looked gloomy. After a long time, he nodded and said, "although an fei'er didn't say who her contact was, 10 million commission can't be taken out casually. Zhao Yantao didn't have the courage, it must be yuan Shaowen. I saved him. He can't pay me face to face, so he used these Yin moves."

"I just feel a little sad that Mo Yongshen, as a famous master for a long time, should also go hand in hand with these people. It's really sad."

As soon as Baili Xuehan raised his hand, a cold air appeared, and the fog rolled on Xiao Yan's shoulder.

While healing him, she said, "everyone has their own aspirations. How can everyone be as magnanimous as you? I don't know what people's hearts are, but I know that your choice is always right."

Baili Xuehan's life has been modified by Xiao Yansheng. Now even the Three Outlooks have become based on Xiao Yan. It's indefatigable to destroy people

A moment later, Xiao Yan took a deep breath and adjusted his breath, and his bad breath gradually returned.

"Self defeating, I'm afraid Mo Yongshen will be cheated by Yuan Shaowen in the last game." Xiao Yan sneered at the corners of his mouth, mixed with cunning.

His recovery rate of Xiao Laojiu was abnormal. After he was shot, he rolled the sheets with his woman the next day. I'm afraid there's no second one in the world, except Wolverine.

He was feeling that Lin Xianer came and knocked at the door. He shouted and entered.

"Boss, Mo Yongshen sent someone to ask, is the third game better?"

"Bi, of course. He's so worried because he's afraid that my broken wound will heal?"

Xiao Yan got up and changed into a brand-new Zhongshan suit with another plum blossom on his chest, which was also very elegant. Dressed up, he walked out.

The final is finally here.