Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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With this sound, the door of the royal house was quiet. Although Qingguo has been flat for a long time, there are only a few small fights on the north side of the battlefield. However, after only a few decades of opening the country, the folk customs are still arrogant. Ye Linger is a child of the generals and a small waist. The scimitar is also normal. It’s just that... throwing this knife into the front of Fan’s leisure is quite abnormal.

Fan leisurely raised his eyebrows and knew that this was an invitation to fight. It was similar to the world in which he had lived. When the European aristocrats struggled, they liked to throw the gloves on the face of each other. He scratched his square face and felt itchy. He thought that if the country’s duel rule was to throw the knife on the opponent’s face, I was afraid that each duel could be successfully held.

All the people are watching Fan, if they are nervously pulling the sleeves of Fan. Don't look at Ye Linger's thin waist and water, but the roots of his family are authentic seven masters. In Kyoto, there are dare to dare to provoke her. However, since the other party has thrown out the sword and issued a challenge, Fan is a man, and he will be very fearful when he is not fighting. I am afraid that he will not be able to lift his head in Kyoto.

Seeing the two nobles vying for the great, the guards who are at the entrance of the other hospitals have a nose and a nose, and they have not heard it. Naturally, there is no such thing as a county girl who will go to the former courtyard. "Your best girlfriends and the good guys who are going to marry are going to fight - who is so stupid.

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"Since you call the civil and military, I am not as good as your poetry, but I also want to see if you have any protection for her." It is strange to say that since the waist knife was thrown, Ye Linger’s whole person’s state All of them have undergone wonderful changes and calmed down. For example, the beautiful and quiet eyes of Jasper are full of self-confidence. The small and weak body seems to contain enormous power and will be exerted on Fan’s body.

Fan Xian’s heart glimpsed, only to know that this girl is a strong man who is hidden. On the face, he smiled a little, put his hand in the pen, and said three words that no one thought of at the place.

"I reject."

Refuse to fight? This is a rare thing, rejecting a woman’s invitation, I am afraid that Fan will not be able to lift his head. Everyone does not understand why Fan Xian made such a jaw-dropping choice.

Fan Xian explained very sincerely: "While Ye Xia doesn't like it, but after all, she is a good friend of the nephew. How can I bear it?" Waiting for everyone to drink, he smiled and said: "Not to mention, in case of non-essential I am not willing to beat a woman."

The carriage had already arrived, but I was watching the situation here, so I stopped outside. When Wang Qienian saw Ye Linger, it was only Ye Linger, and he could only do it with urgency.

Finish these words. Fan leisurely pulled up his sister's little hand, and the demonstration generally went to the carriage.

A voiceless voice! Ye Linger finally couldn't stand the vanity speech attack that Fan Fan continued for countless sentences. In this thorn broke out, the figure was empty, and the whole person had already rushed to Fan Leisure. A punch straight! - Fortunately, after all, she still has some martial arts legacy, before the departure, has already sounded the police.

Feeling the violent wind behind him, Fan leisure's right hand was extremely clever, and he took his sister to the side, then turned around.

Then I saw a fist that went straight to my door!

This fist is very small, very beautiful, fair-skinned, and can even see the faintly visible veins on the top. After the fist is punched, only the thumb is exposed, and the pink enamel is painted on it.

I can see so many details in such a short period of time. This only proves two things: First, Fan Xian is a passionate and versatile person. Second, Ye Linger’s shot is fierce and fast, but it’s still slower than the stick on the cliff of Zhangzhou. Too much.

His toes moved an inch on the ground, and the whole body's body was extremely open to the left, making the fist that was so murderous completely lost, rubbing his cheeks.

With a bang, the fist fell. Still hitting a turbulent wind, the hair of Fan’s cheeks floated up. At this time, his right hand has long been unconsciously lifted up, the index finger slightly bent, between the electric light and flint, on the pulse of Ye Linger!

This trick is even if the deputy commander of the big internal guards can't escape under the defense of the palace. What's more, Ye Linger only hears her scorn, and the fist that is tightly held has already dispersed, and it is scattered in the leisure. Beside the cheek. However, Fan Xian was too late to be happy. His eyes were awkward, and he jumped back three steps in a strange way. He stretched out his palm and took three shots in the air.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! Three crisp sounds ringing around him!

It turned out that Ye Linger’s fist was scattered, but the five fingers were like the spring peach branches. Every finger was like a branch of the forest, and it went to his temple. Fan Xian’s instinctive reaction escaped and printed. Three palms, blocking the strength of the five empty.

"Ye's Sanshou!" The audience was exclaimed. The Qing Dynasty Grand Master Ye Liuyun was Ye Linger's uncle. I didn't expect the lady to have the true biography of Ye Liuyun.

Exclaimed, Fan leisurely calmly grabbed the front, and a fist hit the palm of Ye Linger's palm!

After a muffled sound, no matter whether Ye Linger’s fingers are peach branches or whatever, they are all broken up by the birthplace. The overbearing instinct on his palms unceremoniously collapses the opponent’s loose hands! Ye Linger floated back half a mile, gnawed her wrist and sighed with joy. She never imagined that the instinct in Fan Yu’s body was so weird. After the palm touch, she went down the path of her own meridians. The pain caused her to scatter her heart and suddenly lost her sense of Sanshou.

"You are not my opponent." Fan Xian still smiles and stimulates each other with words.

Ye Linger gnawed his teeth and rushed up again. This momentum was more fierce than before. The five fingers were together as a knife, and the slamming down, the knife broke the wind, it was a whistling sound. She is a woman. She is not as good as an adult man. Therefore, when Ye Liuyun first passed her hand, she used some thoughts. When she met her master who was better than her own, she referred to her hand. The meaning of the dead branches is to kill the hardwood.

Fan’s heart was a glimpse, but the body did not shake in the palm of his hand. It’s just an anxious mistake at the foot, squatting on the escape from the cliffs of Zhangzhou, and it’s so dangerous or extremely dangerous. Every place and Ye Linger passed by.

Ye Linger’s palms are getting more and more powerful, and the people watching the war are faintly feeling that there is a chilly wind blowing around the field.

Just like there are countless knives flying around Fan’s leisure, he vaguely feels a trace of danger, snoring, the body is overbearing and full of body, the heel is heavy on the ground, forcibly stops the trend of retreat, waist and abdomen Forcefully, the whole person is like a punch from the back, and suddenly slams forward and falls forward. It is completely uninterrupted!

The palm of the hand disappeared and Fan Xian disappeared.

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The next moment, the people watching the battle opened their mouths.

Fan Xian disappeared in Ye Linger’s arms. Both hands held her armpit like a pair of iron tongs and held her horrible palms on her shoulders. Accurately, he grabbed Before Ye Linger's two palms squatted, they used the same method of holding each other and took the other side's key.

Fan Xian’s trick seems to be a rogue. In fact, he has to find the only way to get close to her in the palm of the sky, and this way is just a tiny space that has passed away. His speed and vision have arrived. A terrible situation - of course, this is good for Master Wu Zhu.

Ye Linger suddenly found that the other person fell down like a ghost, but then hugged himself, his brow wrinkled. She also knows what kind of gaze means the other person must be able to deceive himself, so the heart is shocked, and the shock is not chaotic. The two palms stop, and the whole person is vacated!

Without warning, she smashed the past to Fan Xian's embryo. If this foot is solid, I am afraid that Fan will hurt her and she will not care about it.

Just at this time, Fan’s hands were loose, so she could not afford to fall freely!

The human body structure is so weird. If your palms are squatting down, the lower foot will want to kick up, it will be particularly awkward and difficult. What Fan needs is the incompetence of the other party for a moment. With this short moment, he has already rushed straight into the past with a fist!

This is the third boxing of Fan Xian in Kyoto in addition to the killing of the cattle. Each of his fists broke a person's nose, and today is no exception.

A bang of the sound, a gorgeous blood flower drifting, floating very roman feeling.

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Ye Linger licked her nose and licked her blood. After a while, she began to cry and wowed. Fan Xian is wondering, I thought you have to fight, I will accompany you to fight, how can I cry when I lose?

Yefu’s descendants have long been encircled, but there is no such thing as a rule. It seems that Miss Ye Jia’s duel is a common occurrence, but there are still many eyes staring at Fan. Fan is very slick and slouchy, and there is no scruples. However, the royal guards who watched the bustle in the distance lowered their voices and sighed: "Miss Ye’s family studies, I did not expect to marry the black box of the surname Fan."

Looking at the Miss Ye Jia who was crying, Fan Xian remembered at this time that the other party was actually a fifteen-year-old girl. However, he does not have any guilt, does not beat a woman, does not mean that he is willing to be beaten by a woman. I thought that when my mother first entered Kyoto, she would be the father of this woman, and nowadays, the Guardian of Ye’s ancestors became a borrower. Her own Wu Zhushu also had a battle with Ye Liuyun under the imperial city roots. The Qing Grand Master retired for several months, and the sword took the hand.

It’s a continuation of this glorious tradition by playing Ye Ling’s own punch.

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