My avatar provoked a group of fairies

Why does he know his name.

People who have seen themselves like this should have died a long time ago.

Chen Haoyu was dumbfounded.

It's bloody clothes, that's right.

But the face is Wan'er...

He thought of the most unlikely possibility.

Then the news in the head quickly confirmed this.

That's right.

He was right.

In an instant, ten thousand grass and mud horses galloped past his heart.

No, do women like to do it so much?

After going back.

He will definitely teach her a good lesson!

Yes, show your manhood and go back and spank her hard!

Chen Haoyu thought fiercely in his heart.

But looking at Chu Wan'er in front of her.

He still had a big smile on his face.

"That... I'm sorry, this was an accident, you look too much like a lady surnamed Wang near my house."

"Her name is Wang Wan'er, sorry, I haven't asked your name yet."

Looking at the young man in front of her, Chu Wan'er wondered if he was lying.

But other than that, there seems to be no other explanation.

Long ago, her appearance had changed.

Even the old leader who has passed away has never seen her now.

"My name? Forget it, you can just call me Wan'er."

Although it seems strange to let others call yourself by this name.

But to do a play, you have to do a full set.

Now that something unexpected has happened, let's go along.

Anyway, I wanted to chat with this guy because I was bored.

"Then Wan'er, I think you are alone, you must have something on your mind, if you can, why don't you talk to me?"

It's quite upright, I didn't say what I came to find you for.

Otherwise, I have to give you a little bit of pain first.

"It's nothing to worry about, it's just a little boring."

"Yes, is it? Then what are you more interested in?"

Chen Haoyu tried his best to find a topic.

"Well... I don't know, just chat casually."

He put his finger on his chin and thought for a while.

She shook her head.

"This...then let me introduce myself first, my name is Chen Haoyu, from..."

"This can be skipped, I'm not interested in knowing where you come from."

"Okay, so do you like food? I can tell you..."

"Generally, there is nothing to talk about that thing, let's change the subject."

"...it is good."

You can talk about anything.

"Story, do you like listening to stories?"

"That's fine, let's talk about it."

"What kind of genre do you want to listen to? Horror, suspenseful, cheerful, sad, it still has profound meaning."

"Suspenseful."

"...I won't."

"Then why are you talking about it?"

"It seems that I know more. Except for this, I can do everything else."

"Hmph, then this time it will be terrifying."

"Speaking of an ordinary small town..."

...

"It's boring, change another one, can't the people there practice?"

"I can't even pierce a steel plate. It's really boring. There is no sense of substitution."

The story can only develop if there is no power to restrain the chicken!

If everyone can blow up the steel plate.

Which ghost dares to provoke so blindly.

"This...Then give me some time to think about it, and I will make up a fairy tale version for you."

"Forget it, we can talk about it later, now I want to hear something cheerful."

Wan'er flicked her fingers boredly.

His expression looked dull.

"I..."

Chen Haoyu calmed down his emotions.

"Then let me tell you a story about the training of a boxing champion. In ancient times..."

(Going back to school today, I sat on the high-speed rail for more than four hours, and the author of the garbage has to clean up when he arrives at school, so he only coded one chapter. Readers, please accept the author’s knee here again. I’m really sorry , it’s always dove dove recently.)

Chapter 76 Storytelling

"It's said that there is such a master of boxing, named Zhang San, his boxing skills are not easy to show even among the many masters."

"The cultivation base itself is not bad, but it has not yet reached the peak level of the world."

"It's just that the realm of the eighth level of Yangshen is still far away from Wendao."

"Most of the other boxers are also at this level. The contest between boxers is divided according to the realm, and those of the same realm are divided into groups."

"The boxing champion finally determined is only the boxing champion of that realm."

"The boxing champion can get a golden belt that symbolizes honor, as well as massive training resources."

"And Zhang San lost in a final to determine the ownership of the boxing champion."

"Since then, I have been devastated, and started to play fake matches, deliberately losing to opponents who are weaker than myself, so as to obtain a lot of training resources."

"Although it is shameless, it is also considered smart."

Wan'er made a brief evaluation.

"Well, the story started two years after he cracked down on match-fixing."

"The story alone has a name."

"It's called...Shy God's Fist."

"The name has some meaning."

Covering her mouth and chuckling, a pair of beautiful eyes looked at him with interest.

It seems that I am looking forward to the development of the next story.

"I want to talk about the worldview first."

"First of all, there are many people watching this kind of boxing match, both low-level and high-level, so it has spawned many industries related to it, such as recorders who specialize in interviewing fighters."

"And the most authoritative one among the many recorders is the opponent Zhang San lost in the final that year, Li Si's girlfriend, Xiaoli."

"Can you make your name better?"

The voice was dissatisfied.

"It's easy to remember, I'll continue."

"Xiaoli's father, Lao Wang, and Zhang San are in a cooperative relationship. Lao Wang is in charge of the contact person, and Zhang San is in charge of losing to the opponent."

"Xiaoli is a very qualified reporter, very just and impartial."

"By chance, she caught Zhang San and his father, Lao Wang, discussing the next match-fixing match."

"So she recorded the conversation between the two and told them that she would also write a special report for it."

"Zhang San and Old Wang must disagree, so their money will be cut off."

"The two are going to snatch the magic weapon for recording immediately."

"Seeing this, Xiaoli didn't just stand there in a daze. She got up and turned around to run."

"However, who is Zhang San, the realm of the Yangshen eightfold is not a display, but in an instant, he caught up with Xiaoli."

"But at this moment, a golden thunder suddenly struck."

"It was so powerful and so loud that even Zhang San couldn't resist it, but he was not seriously injured. The two of them fell into a coma together."

"When the two woke up, they were already in the emergency room."

"Looking at each other, I found that my bodies have switched, they are very..."

"It's meaningless for you to just say it. Although the plot of the story is good, I want to see you act it out."

Wan'er didn't know when she took out a chair and rested her chin on her hands.

He concentrated on looking at Chen Haoyu in front of him.

"Okay...let me brew it first."

Chen Haoyu took a few deep breaths.

Well, still have to act.

"But I definitely can't play so many roles by myself, I can only express as much as possible in my tone and demeanor."

"Well, I understand, as long as there is."

She spoke with great anticipation.

"Alright, here I come."

After rubbing his face, Chen Haoyu began to exert strength in the next moment.

"Zhang San! You give me back my body, you give me back my body! You give me back my body!"

The voice was very high-pitched and thin, and it sounded like a woman.

"Give me back my body! I'm going to compete in a while!"

The voice became thicker again, but there was a hint of a female voice in it.

"Just as the two were arguing fiercely, Xiaoli's boyfriend, Li Si, ran over."

"He grabbed Zhang San by the collar angrily, and even through a layer of clothes, the muscles on his arms were clearly visible."