Your type of online game is too fake, right?

"Although I don't know why you are in a hurry, but don't worry."

Arturia thought about it, but decided to try verbal negotiation first.

"Maybe we can find a place to have a good chat and have a drink together..."

"Want to have a dead meal?"

Okita Souji smiled so much that his eyes narrowed.

"You thought I'd give you this chance...huh?"

When his hands touched the handle of the knife at his waist, Okita Souji suddenly froze.

The sword drawing technique, which was originally invincible, is just empty at this moment.

"Ok?"

Arturia was also taken aback.

But immediately, Artoria laughed.

"Draw the knife? You still want to draw the knife? What do you think this is? Can your control knife be taken out?"

"you……"

Okita Souji's face darkened instantly.

Yes, in the past, when she was a samurai, it was already her habit to carry a knife with her - but now it is different from the past. Can go out empty-handed like now.

"But... do you think I can't deal with you empty-handed?"

Saying this, Director Okita actually stepped on the ground and rushed forward!

Using her hand as a sword, she can stab...

"Oh!"

Before the slender palm pierced Artoria, Souji Okita received a punch in the face first.

"Laugh!"

Artoria kept walking, and she was exceptionally flexible despite her short stature.

"You have practiced karate for several years, so you just fight with me?"

Saying so, Arturia punched out a set of combined punches.

"I passed the test for a regular player's license!"

Different from the powerful and heavy cannons of heavyweight boxers, the petite Altria's boxing style is fast and urgent, but because her physical fitness is far beyond ordinary people, even if she only relies on brute force, she still can't lose. Because of the attack intensity of the heavy artillery——Shoji Okita, who had never seen such a scene, was immediately beaten dizzy, and he was about to lose his footing.

But just when Souji Okita was about to fall, she touched a stick.

Maybe it was a broken mop stick, or someone threw a rolling pin on the ground, but it didn't matter to Okita Souji.All she knew was that when she was holding the stick, it was as if she was holding a knife!

"Come!"

bang bang bang-

The dull sound of the body being beaten sounded again, but this time it was Altria who was being beaten—although she tried her best to fight back, but after the opponent picked up the stick, the attack distance was always longer than her One cut, and Mr. Okita still uses a jab that pays more attention to the attack distance. For a while, Artoria was beaten so hard that she couldn't change hands, and ran away with her head in her arms!

Fortunately, at this moment, Artoria is not fighting alone.

She has already seen, on the far corner of the street, the savior holding the garbage bag!

"Save me!"

Artoria, who had been saped a few more times, completely gave up her dignity and shouted at the tall figure in the distance.

"Jeanne! Help me!"

"……Um?"

At this moment, both Director Okita and Joan of Arc in the distance were stunned.

Director Okita was very confused, she didn't know why two "Jeans of Arc" suddenly appeared - and Joan of Arc in the distance was even more puzzled, Joan of Arc who had just come out to throw out the trash hadn't woken up at all.

"What's the matter? Didn't you go to work? Why did you fight with someone?"

Joan of Arc, who was wearing bear pajamas, scratched her head for a while.

"Also, she is..."

"She is an oriental woman!"

Artoria, who got the chance to escape, trotted over and hid behind Joan of Arc.

"Do you remember? The one we watched at dinner yesterday..."

Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of whispering, and Joan's face became serious.

Taking a deep breath, Joan's eyes opened.

Very good, very refreshing, now she is fully awake.

"It's called Okita, right?"

Joan moved her fist, and her knuckles cracked.

"What are you doing, sister, you're so irritable when you do it early in the morning?"

"...Are you a Western woman too?"

Joan of Arc in front of her was just walking casually, but Souji Okita was already on the verge of a formidable enemy.

Master.

She could feel that the woman in bear pajamas in front of her was definitely a rare master.

Its combat power is so strong that it can even charge into battle!

Of course, what concerned her the most was not the issue of combat effectiveness, after all, her own attainments in martial arts could be considered a master.

What really concerned her was the identity of the other party.

She was obviously a Western woman with her soft blond hair.

The number of Western women has already reached two!

"It doesn't matter, no matter how many of you evil heretics there are, I will kill them all!"

"Hey, it's too violent, you are too violent."

Facing Souji Okita's provocation, Joan just shook her head.

"Just open your mouth and say something about killing, beating and killing... It's okay, if you really want to practice so much, I will accompany you."

Saying this, Joan of Arc couldn't help but glance at the crowd gathered around her.

Obviously, neighbors and passers-by are not too serious to watch the excitement, especially women fighting in the street, which is even more big news-a few aunts wearing red armbands have even come over, it seems Like trying to mediate.

But the enmity between them can't be resolved with a few words of mediation.

"It seems that this is not the place to do it."

Jeanne narrowed her eyes.

"Change place? Dare you?"

"Come on."

Taking a deep breath, Okita Souji flew up to follow.

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"Crazy, I must be crazy..."

Du Bin, who came back from throwing out the garbage, sat on the chair in a daze. He felt that he must have something wrong with his brain.

If it was just one Okita Souji, he might still think that the other party just looks alike, but when the three Okita Souji are all lined up in front of him, he feels that his head is not enough—but he can confirm that, Those three were indeed Souji Okita's faces, even though the distance between the two sides was quite far, but he can confirm that there is no problem with his eyesight.

Therefore, since there is no problem with vision, there are only psychological problems left.

"No way, am I being tricked again?"

Thinking of the last time he was recruited, Du Bin felt a little headache.

Having played the French mission before, Joan of Arc became his lingering demon. Finally, he relied on his firm will to overcome his desire, and Okita's face began to dangle in front of him again—what is this?Murder the paper man?Or has he fallen into Two-dimensional hell?

"It shouldn't, it doesn't make sense."

Dupin shook his head again and again, he didn't want to admit it at all.

Although it is true that the cardboard man is very lustful, it can even be said that it is completely impossible for ordinary people to achieve, but he has no idea about this aspect, and all his ambition and energy are given to martial arts practice—more importantly, he He has no interest in Two-dimensional at all. From the very beginning, he knew that those things were fake and did not exist.

Anyway, he has also practiced martial arts for more than 20 years, so how could he go crazy looking at virtual works?

"It should be because I was too busy thinking about things in the morning, and I haven't practiced it yet."

Thinking of this, Dubin jumped onto the basket again, trying to start a new round of training.

But immediately, he jumped down again.

"No, this practice is not thorough enough."

Putting the basket aside, Du Bin thought for a while, then went into the house, and came out with two huge and heavy stone locks.

The two stone locks flew up and down, and Du Bin, who was covered in sweat, only had one thought in his mind at this moment.

"Through! Through! Through!"

Practice life in the British boxing gym: Chapter 123 Leave note, the cat peed blood

As in the title, in the middle of the night, the cat was found to be urinating blood, and it was sent to the hospital overnight. The doctor took an X-ray and the result was bladder stones, and now the cat is undergoing transfusion.

If you are lucky, if the cat does not have anuria, then it will be enough to infuse fluid for a week. If you are unlucky, you will have to have surgery in the afternoon.

Because the cat has lived with me for the past few years, so now my mind is buzzing and I can’t write a word. I will wait for the result first, so I can rest assured that there will be an update at night.

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Practice life in the British boxing gym: Chapter 124, Chapter 110, Chapter [-] Preparations before leaving (the cat's life was saved)

It took a full morning of exercising before Dubin exhausted his excess energy.