"Bronze, how did you make this kid's body so strong that it's almost abnormal? I think it's on the same level as Langya." Jun Wuming smiled leisurely and said to Bronze, who was eating with relish at the moment.
A bowl of ramen, after a fight, my stomach is growling, so I naturally want to eat a full meal.
Bronze sat in front of him, not eating ramen, and said: "He has a very high martial arts talent, I just used your previous method."
Jun Wuming blinked his eyes. Although his windbreaker was dirty, his face remained very clean and his facial features gave people a comfortable feeling. If this man dressed up, he could definitely be a young killer. Jun Wuming listened to Bronze's words
, shook his head and said with a smile: "This kid is really strong. He was punched by my gyro fist and didn't say a word. He is a man." Meng Xiaoan has only seen a little of the power of this gyro fist. If it hits an ordinary person,
It would be so painful that he would commit suicide to relieve his pain.
"He is too arrogant now, so I want to invite you to come and have a discussion with him." Bronze said.
Meng Xiaoan doesn't know what he would think if he knew that Jun Wuming was Bronze and invited him to "teach him a lesson".
Jun Wuming said: "There is something awesome about being young and not frivolous. Bronze, I didn't expect you to think highly of this kid." He looked at Bronze suspiciously and said with a smile. "You must have fallen in love with that kid, right?
, otherwise you won’t be able to take out the token easily,”
Bronze's sharp eyes stared at Jun Wuming.
"No, I'm just saying, don't stare at me like that. You've been wearing this mask for a few years, don't you plan to take it off?"
Bronze said: "It doesn't matter whether you take it off or not. Some people wear masks and act like they're not wearing them. Some people don't have masks on their faces but they look like they're wearing masks."
When Jun Wuming heard this, his eyes flashed with sadness, but he quickly laughed: "There is some truth to this."
Bronze said: "You can go back and see you again when you have a chance."
Jun Wuming said: "My temperament is still the same as before." After a pause, "The people from Beitang are here, so take care of yourself."
There was a slight fluctuation in Bronze's eyes. The people from Beitang came so quickly? This was beyond his expectation.
"Who is it?"
"Tang San and Tang Yan." Jun Wuming said. He had only heard of the names of these two people and a few things. He had never seen them in person. But anyone who knew the Tang Sect was very smart and knew that anyone could do it.
Don't mess with the Tang Clan, especially the people from the Northern Tang Clan, they are all a bunch of perverted lunatics.
"Do you want me to help you test it?" Jun Wuming asked.
"No, this is my business." Bronze said in an indifferent voice.
Jun Wuming said: "Okay, I'll go back first. If you die, I will order a nanmu coffin from Liuzhou for you." Jun Wuming stood up and said, "Boss, she will give you the money."
Bronze seemed to understand Jun Wuming's character: "Brother Jun."
Jun Wuming turned around and said with a smile, "You can't bear to leave me?"
"Don't go looking for people from Beitang."
Jun Wuming smiled and said: "I know, I don't want to die so early and leave."
"Keep this token. If you need my help with anything, come back to me." Jun Wuming threw a token engraved with a dragon totem to Bronze.
Bronze stared at the token blankly, because as long as he handed over the token, he could not get it back. He could only get the token back from the organization after five years. This time, in order to save Meng Xiaoan's suicide
As the suppression continued, Bronze handed over the token to the organization. If it was not a last resort, Bronze would not hand over the token. This token is not only a symbol of status, but also a guarantee of life.
Meng Xiaoan stood up, raised his head, and looked up at the dark night sky.
He became very calm at this moment, so calm that it was almost terrifying.
You have no name.
I will surpass you.
Meng Xiaoan's eyes were looking into the distance without any doubt.
Meng Xiaoan returned to the living room, and after sitting on the sofa for a while, he went upstairs to take a look at Liang Wei.
Liang Wei slept soundly.
Meng Xiaoan gently came to her bedside, leaned down, and kissed her gently on the forehead.
He stroked Liang Wei's frown with his fingers: "I will stay with you and won't let you get hurt."