The man in the dirty windbreaker showed a smile with very white teeth, blew out a smoke ring, crossed his legs leisurely and said: "I saw it after the ninja came in."
Meng Xiaoan thought that this person must have paid attention to him for a long time. He just didn't know where this person came from. Meng Xiaoan was not the kind of person who pretended to be pretentious, let alone a domineering person. The key was that he didn't have the ability at this time.
Being able to come in without being discovered by himself shows that this person is not simple and very unusual. Meng Xiaoan said: "You didn't come to my place to smoke, right?"
The man smiled and said, "That's not the case. I was passing by and saw you killing birds, and my hands were a little itchy."
Meng Xiaoan glanced at him suspiciously, his hands itching. Did he come here to kill him? But there was no murderous look in this man's eyes, so he probably didn't come to kill him.
"Are you going to gesticulate with me outside or do you want to gesticulate with me inside?" the man said.
Meng Xiaoan got up, not wanting to disturb Liang Wei's sleep, and walked out of the living room with the man, looking at each other in the yard. "Who are you?" Meng Xiaoanqi didn't want to be an enemy of someone whose identity and origin was unknown, and he didn't have the capital now.
, if you can make a friend, you will have one more path.
"Don't worry, mother-in-law, I came here just to see if you are strong enough." The man blew out the cigarette, stamped out his shoes, glanced at Meng Xiaoan and said.
Everyone has said this. If Meng Xiaoan doesn't come a few times, he must be a coward. Besides, he has nothing to be afraid of. With his strong body, if he is really defeated by him, bah, Meng Xiaoan will feel
Dao, why do I think I will be defeated?
The man turned his head and said with a very leisurely expression: "That's it."
Meng Xiaoan kept his whole body alert and stared at the man's hands. They were calloused hands. If it weren't for the terrifying aura exuding at this moment, Meng Xiaoan would probably associate this man with the workers on the construction site.
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"Here we come." When the man finished speaking, he had already arrived in front of Meng Xiaoan.
Meng Xiaoan's eyes were dazzled. He was so fast that he subconsciously avoided the man's fist. After avoiding the fist, he launched a fierce attack at the same time. Although Meng Xiaoan was not known as the best in close-quarters skills,
But at least there is some truth to it. After all, being able to fight five wolves is not just a boast.
Meng Xiaoan's close-quarters skills and the man's wide-open and wide-open boxing skills didn't just make a banging sound.
It was a crisp sound of fist-bumping that made people's blood boil.
When the two people's fists collided together again, Meng Xiaoan suddenly dropped his left shoulder, and a sticky force similar to Tai Chi wrapped around the man's right hand. A trace of surprise flashed in the man's eyes, but it was not at Meng Xiaoan's side.
He heard the expected sound of shoulder dislocation, but his left hand grasped Meng Xiaoan's wrist like a dragon. When he just touched Meng Xiaoan's wrist, Meng Xiaoan's knee suddenly hit the man.
The man was forced to put down Meng Xiaoan's wrist. At the same time, he had already taken a step away and dodged Meng Xiaoan's right hand that was wrapped around him.
"You have some skills, kid."
The man seemed to be just warming up, fist bumping with Meng Xiaoan, and said.
Meng Xiaoan was also surprised. This man's close-quarters skills also made him feel uneasy. His punch just made Meng Xiaoan's cheeks hurt.
"I still have a lot of abilities." Meng Xiaoan said unwillingly.
The man said: "Really? Let me see how capable you have become."
If the man just now was a sharp sword, then this man now is a mist because he no longer has murderous intent.
Even his amazing aura has disappeared.
Xingqu looked no different from a pedestrian on the roadside. But Meng Xiaoan was sweating on his head. Sometimes the absence of murderous intent is more terrifying than murderous intent.
Because you don’t know what’s really great about him?
Meng Xiaoan controlled his breathing very well. He knew that the next blow must be this man's trump card.
Meng Xiaoan's breathing was long and long, and he was breathing very rhythmically.
Meng Xiaoan's mind was now blank, and his eyes were staring at the man in front of him like a wolf.
His body slightly maintained a state of leaping upward at any time.
The wind was blowing gently, telling how long the night was.
