Yu Hai's subconscious punch was caught by Ding Xiu with one hand.
Then he saw a fist fighting towards his head, and his fist became bigger and bigger until he occupied all his sights.
There is only this punch between heaven and earth.
Also accompanied by a boxing style, he scraped him fiercely on his face, and his eyes couldn't open.
It is said that people will take the memories of the horse before dying.
But Yu Hai didn't have this feeling, and some were just blank.
I didn't think about anything, and I couldn't think about anything, just like the fool of the village, dumbfounded.
"Lao Yu."
"Lao Yu."
"Yu Hai!"
The ears were fried, and the sight of Yu Hai returned to Qingming again. Where is there any fist in front of me? Even Ding Xiu was gone. I ran to the stone table to drink tea.
The old friend Wu Bing who woke him up.
"I, this is, what's wrong?"
"I still want to ask you, what are you stupid, scared?"
The master of the mantis mantis will be scared by a punch. Whoever believes it, but the fact is that Yu Hai is really lost for a while.
"Eight pole boxing, Mustang Run Tank, White Snake Twitter."
After waking up, this is the second sentence of Yu Hai.
Ding Xiupin was tea, and said slowly: "Yes."
Yu Hai holding fists: "Master Ding, I lost, thank you for advice."
"Contract." Ding Xiu also gave gifts.
"By disturbing you, come to the door to thank you, resign."
If it wasn't for Ding Xiu's mercy, that fist, he would have to become cerebral palsy.
Mustang runs the groove, and it is the momentum. The white snake spits the letter. The fist is spit. After a blow, the cement bricks can be scum, let alone falling on the human head.
I can't hold the iron head.
Towards Ding Xiu's hands, Wu Bing Road: "Go."
Ding Xiu Dao: "I'll say it soon."
Wu Bing's mouth twitched, it was really fast. The last punch was divided into victory and defeat.
The two went out and came to the street. Yu Hai looked back at the courtyard courtyard.
In the past few minutes, he seemed to have lived again for a lifetime.
"Is it free to collect and put the weightlifting, is Master Ding's martial arts began to practice?"
Mustang running the slot, such a fierce punch, Ding Xiu could actually hold it, it was incredible.
It was him, and he couldn't do it, because this was not controlled by human will.
The master has changed, and it changes rapidly. It has been enough for a second.
Many actions depend on the experience of subconscious response and peaceful recruitment.
Think about it before you get out?
Then you wait for death.
Even if the first trick can think, can you still think about the second trick?
Wait for everyone to finish all the time.
Because many moves depend on instincts, he admire Ding Xiu to be able to collect it freely.
Wu Bingxiao laughed: "It is not so good to start training in the fetus. How many years we have trained, he is not enough."
Even if Ding Xiu started practicing from his mother's fetus, it was only 22 years in full.
The two of them learned less than four or fifty years.
As a result, there were a few tricks in the hands of others.
This can no longer be explained with a long time and short period of time.
"Just the murderousness on his body, the troops were not so heavy."
"Seriously, I used to worry about this boy a fugitive with dozens of life, and he deliberately found someone to check if he had a case."
"As a result?" Yu Hai asked.
After asking, he regretted it. If Ding Xiuzhen had dozens of murders, where would he be shot here.
I don't know if I didn't find a reasonable explanation, Wu Bing was a little disappointed.
"No, the body is very innocent, clean and clean."
"Also, do you know, what he is best at is not fist, but weapons."
When I heard this, Yu Hai felt a little pain in the heart, and took a while.
He knew why Wu Bing sighed, and this was unscientific.
A young man in his early twenties was very incredible to practice this fist. It was a master level during the Republic of China.
As a result, this is not good at others. What is good at is weapons.
Is there any king? Is there any heaven?
"Oh!" With a heavy sigh, Yu Haidao: "I will not come to Peiping anymore in the future."
Wu Bing laughed: "If you don't want to see you beating, I don’t want to see him either."
"You old boy, it turned out to be waiting here."
"Hahaha, you didn't find it, do the people around you look different?"
"Why? Lying." Yu Hai remembered, and his clothes were caught by Ding Xiu: "Use your coat for me."
"I have a lot of age and can't stand cold."
"Take it off!"
Ding Xiu didn't know what happened outside. As soon as the two left, he said to Gao Yuanyuan: "Do you want it? Let's go back to the room, I will rub you again, just rub it."
"Don't." Gao Yuanyuan shook his head: "You want to sleep, I don't go."
Ding Xiu: "..."
"Sister Yuan Yuan, you have to talk about credit, you are not like this before."
"You are too fierce."
"I can be gentle."
"No, I'm scared."
"Click!" Ding Xiu crushed the tea cup on his hand, he was very angry now.
With a white face, Gao Yuanyuan said weakly: "Would you like to change our way?"
Nympho
In the evening, the night had just come. Ding Xiu put on a peaked cap, changed a leather jacket, took the car key to the garage to pick up the car.
After helping him eliminate the fire, Gao Yuanyuan ran away, and the clothes in the room didn't take it.
It seems that I dare not come these days.
Now he is going to go to the bar. Qin Gang called and said that he would help him pick up the wind and wash the dust.
It didn't take long for riding a pedal car, Ding Xiu came to Houhai, the bar that Huang Bo stayed in before.
At a glance, Ding Xiu quickly saw Qin Gang and his party.
In addition to him, there are Qin Lan, Wang Baoqiang, and the remaining a few are the company's signing artist.
"Brother, here!" Wang Baoqiang stood up and beckoned to him.
With both hands in his pocket, Ding Xiu sat next to Qin Lan: "Why come so early."
Wang Baoqiang laughed: "It's not early, just arrived."
"Yes, it is different, the male No. 1 is different, it is smooth."
Qin Gang and Qin Lan and others smiled.
Wang Baoqiang is the youngest artist of the company, but whoever thinks he is stupid, that is really stupid.
No matter how silly people have placed at the entrance of Beiying Factory for more than a year, it has become savvy.
In the place where the fish and dragons are mixed, the fool can't survive.
Give Ding Xiu wine, Qin Gang raised his toasting: "Today this meal is for Xiu Ge's wind.
"I wish you Xiu Pingqing Qingyun, getting more and more red!"
"Thank you, and I wish you more and more red."
After the drink after three tours, the crowd box opened, and some said and laughed.
Under Qin Lan, Ding Xiu was pushed to sing. He sang a smile.
"Laughing with a sea"
"The tide on both sides of the strait"
"Floating and sinking with the waves only remember the present"
"Cangtian laughs"
"Trends in the world"
"Who will be defeated and knows the gods"
As soon as Ding Xiu opened, the taste of the rivers and lakes came out.
Child, heroic, unruly.
"good!!"
Under the stage, Qin Gang applauded.
He discovered another skill of Ding Xiu, and Cantonese sang well.
It's not just him, Qin Lan is also very surprised. She is better at Ding Xiu.
Up and down, you know, big and small.
Even she didn't know that Ding Xiu could sing Cantonese songs.
It seems that you need torture to go back tonight.