Pan Xianyu swept across his left leg, pointing directly at Wu Chi's forehead, his eyes as cold as ice, but he didn't expect that his movement would pull the Taoist wardrobe that had already been torn apart under his crotch.
, and then the tender yellow cartoon underwear inside him was exposed.
In the gym, which was already noisy enough, the atmosphere ushered in another climax.
"I'm so laughing, I'm actually wearing cartoon underwear."
"It's so terrible, it will cause bad friends."
"I strongly despise him, and I openly seduced our vast gay men in China! I strongly support the prince to twist his slapped little white face into a pig's head."
"Can we lend us one night first?" a man begged.
"God, it's really Lan Yan's troubles!"
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"It's so evil, you actually have a schizophrenic habit!" Wu Chi laughed in surprise, and his body quickly retreated.
As a member of the H-country stick who always regards appearance and appearance as more important than anything else, how could Pan Xianyu be described as a simple anger? He ignored the "spring light" under his crotch, and had one leg and one leg in a row.
He swept towards Wu Chi one by one.
"Damn it, I do have a schizophrenic habit!" Seeing that Pan Xianyu did not answer, Wu Chi ridiculed while avoiding his attack.
"You are the one who is the yin-exposed habit!" Pan Xianyu, the H-country stick who claims to put etiquette first, could no longer hold it back and blurted out.
When the members of the Taekwondo club in the audience heard this, they shook their heads, looking disappointed and contempt. Pan Xianyu on the stage lost all the face of their Taekwondo club and also lost all the face of H country.
The audience's suffrage sounded at the scene, and the words were so angry that they were extremely angry.
When Wu Chi heard this, his face, which had been laughing, was suddenly filled with gloom.
"You are seeking death!" Wu Chi snorted coldly.
After saying that, Wu Chi's body, which was quickly retreating, suddenly became abnormally still.
Seeing Wu Chi not dodging, a hint of pride flashed in Pan Xianyu's eyes. He had been working hard for so long and hoped that he could kick Wu Chi hard, and now, the opportunity is right in front of him.
However, he had never thought about why Wu Chi could suddenly stop this black belt during high-speed movement. His impatient mind had only one thought, that is, kick, kick, kick,
Must kick him.
The audience on the field looked at Wu Chi who was acting strangely in surprise, not knowing why he stopped halfway. But a few of them knew that Wu Chi was angry, and the time for playing had passed, this time it was
Come really.
"Brother Wu Chi is angry." Tian Luo looked at Wu Chi on the field and said softly.
"This country's stick is too ignorant. Can't you see that the master is giving in to him?" Ran Xiaoxiao couldn't help but worry about him. He was not worried about Wu Chi's safety, but whether Wu Chi would be in full view of everyone.
Do something bloody.
Ran Xiaoxiao's worries were not groundless. Wu Chi on the field was filled with a fierce anger at this moment. He looked coldly at Pan Xianyu, who showed a smug smile in front of him, as if he was looking at a dead person.
Pan Xianyu's feet were getting closer and closer to Wu Chi's head, and many viewers who didn't understand Wu Chi's background could not bear to watch it again.
Even Tian Luo, who had always been blindly admiring Wu Chi, couldn't help but grab Zhen Qingqing's hand at this moment, and his big eyes were filled with worrying gazes.
"ah!"
A shocking cry of pain was comparable to a ghost crying and a wolf howl! Then there was a "click!" breaking sound.
Anyone who hears this sound suddenly feels a bone-broken coldness penetrates into his bones. This is louder and more terrifying than the timid girl who sees any terrifying sound at all times.
"Is the prince injured? Who can tell me?" The audience who turned their heads and asked with concern. The look of wanting to see but not daring to see is arousing laugh.
"It's not the prince, it's the baton of the country!"
"Really!?" Hearing this, the man immediately turned around. "Really, Prince, it's so good that you're fine! Kill the stick of the country h!"
It turned out that when Pan Xianyu's foot was about to kick Wu Chi's head, Wu Chi suddenly made a quick move and pulled his leg and made a shoulder-stop fall. Pan Xianyu's body, which was taller than Wu Chi, was grabbed by Wu Chi, and was directly heavy.
When he fell to the ground, his foot was twisted by Wu Chi and he was broken by "click!"
That sharp scream was made by Pan Xianyu when he touched the ground!
In the center of the field, Pan Xianyu's face was covered with blood at this moment, probably because his face touched the ground, and the pain in his heart made sweat gush out of his face. At this moment, he looked ferocious.
The audience suddenly became noisy, with excited whistles, applause and screams endlessly. After suppressing, they could not curb their passion. This passion comes from their love for their motherland and from their desire to harm China.
The hatred of an image of a person.
"Boll, beat me hard!" In the audience, such an excited voice burst out from the member group of Taekwondo.
"Yes, fight to the death!...hehe...President..." This member who wanted to agree with this sentence saw Zuo Lan looking back at him, and he swallowed the swear words he wanted to say, and was embarrassed.
Said.
"It's okay, you guys yell at your heart!" After Zuo Lan said this, a hint of relief actually arose in her heart. However, looking at Wu Chi on the field, her heart rose again. In the next game, she and the
Wu Chi’s ultimate showdown is here!
The audience applause continued, and the battle on the court did not stop. Wu Chi walked to Pan Xianyu and greeted Pan Xianyu directly on the face, and one kick after another.
After completely ruining Pan Xianyu's face, Wu Chi turned his target to his mouth and kicked it and said.
"It's okay if you scold me!"
"How dare I even scold my mother!"
"Why don't you say it directly if you want to die!"
"If I don't kick your mouth today, I'm not Wu Chi!"
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Wu Chi didn't know how many words he said or how many times he kicked. Anyway, he felt anger hidden in his heart and needed to be vented, and he couldn't stop it.
The audience at the scene saw that the more Wu Chi beat, the more they yelled. In the end, Pan Xianyu's teeth were kicked off, mixed with blood, and they were scattered on the ground. Pan Xianyu was already dying at this moment.
, the inlet air is less than the outflow air.
"There is something wrong with the prince's brother today!" Ling Mei said worriedly in the crowd.
"He must have been angry by the stick of the country H." Ming Yu frowned with thick eyebrows.
"It's not a solution to continue these things. Beating people to death at school will have a bad impact on the prince!" Ye Xiu said worriedly, thinking about countermeasures.
Looking at Pan Xianyu, who is also a foreigner, Xuewei Yingzi was also considering her own tragic experience if she angered Wu Chi, but she was no longer even more miserable without freedom.
Just when the members of the Seven Souls were worried, a girl in a white floral dress rushed up desperately on the rest chair beside the field, "Brother Wu Chi, don't beat him anymore."