Mu Yuan's reaction speed was not slow. He had reacted as early as the moment Jun Qi made a slight movement. However, he was still a step too late. He staggered away from the punch and faced it head-on. It was still difficult to avoid being hit. After the severe pain
, he could clearly feel the rapid swelling of one cheek, but Jun Qi still refused to give him a chance to rest. Once the attack started, it would be an endless fight.
Mu Yuan had no choice but to accept the challenge calmly.
However, when I really faced Jun Qi, I suddenly realized how terrifying Jun Qi was.
Every move he makes seems to contain a special meaning. He saves his energy to the maximum extent and uses every attack to the extreme. This is not a fighting in the ordinary sense, and his life is often in danger. Jun Qi's
The attack broke out and was extremely frightening. When the fight finally came, Mu Yuan realized that every judgment he had made about Jun Qi before was actually just a speculation based on rumors. It was too arbitrary and unrealistic.
He groaned secretly in his heart and looked at Jun Qi with a more wary look. After receiving several heavy blows in a row, Mu Yuan felt dizzy and two masses of hot water rolled down from his nose. He was in a daze.
I saw blood, splattered everywhere.
Jun Qi stood at attention, lowered his head, and looked coldly at Mu Yuan, who was lying motionless on the ground. After a while, he shook his head and said, "So you are not a mercenary." After a pause, he commented again,
"No wonder my skills are so poor."
He hadn't sweated yet, and the feeling of knocking Mu Yuan unconscious was the same as knocking a civilian unconscious.
If he had known this, he might have done it more gently.
Even though he was thinking like this, Jun Qi did not regret his actions just now. He would never treat a potential love rival too much. For a moment, he had murderous intentions. No matter who the man in front of him was or what he had.
No matter what his identity is, let alone the motive of his actions, just because he had wrong thoughts about Xia Qing is an unforgivable fault.
Although he was not worried, the trouble in front of him seemed to be easier to solve than imagined.
Someone would come to clean up the mess later. Jun Qi ignored the bodies lying on the ground and walked towards the big tree in the distance.
The branches and leaves of the big tree dance with the wind, making a rustling sound.
Jun Qi walked under the tree, clasped his hands behind his back and narrowed his eyes, "Come down!"
The surroundings were quiet, no one agreed, and the wind seemed to have gotten stronger. Jun Qiao's short hair was blown messily, showing a wild and unruly feeling. The noble young master was suddenly infected with a strong sense of danger, handsome and crazy.
It's wild and makes people unable to take their eyes away.
After waiting for a while, there was no movement. There was a hint of warning in Jun Qi's voice, but the ferocity in his eyes gradually disappeared. A smile brightened his dark eyes, making him return to his gentle temperament.
"If you don't come down, I will ask your parents to discipline you later. You will be forced to stand in front of you, slapped on your hands, and not allowed to eat!!"
The soft voice said anxiously: "Uncle Jun said that he wanted to tell his parents. What should we do? Let's go down quickly!"
Another clear voice hummed, "You are just a foodie. What are you afraid of? When you are punished, I will secretly give you food. Anyway, this is not the first time you have been punished."