Mo Jiu stared blankly at everything in front of him, shocked.
Damn it!
Brother, when can you come? Do you have to come at this time?
This man's jealousy is like the endless water of the Yellow River!
Mo Jiu immediately took two steps back, touched his nose in embarrassment, and glanced at Les pitifully, uh, ahem, uncle, please wish yourself well!
Les was irritated by Mojiu's aloof attitude.
Damn it, daughter, you wouldn’t treat your father like this!
But he didn't have time to complain, because Long Qingtian's fist had already reached the tip of his nose.
Les immediately took two steps back. His speed and strength were just right, and he avoided Long Qingtian's punch. Then Les dwarfed and fired a spiral leg towards Long Qingtian's waist!
"Oh, brother, be careful!"
Mojiu shouted.
Lester suddenly felt even worse!
Damn, when dad was almost beaten by this brat, you didn't say anything, but now you opened your mouth to remind him!
This brat is clearly ranked number one in the world in solo combat!
Why!
Why!
Rice's inner activities were extremely rich, and Long Qingtian quickly dodged Rice's attack. The two were just two meters apart. Rice's resentful eyes made Mo Jiu smile even more, took a step back, waved his hand and said:
"I won't speak anymore, I won't speak anymore, but uncle, you have to be careful about my brother, my brother is number one!"
His tone sounded proud.
Les:…
Long Qingtian:......
Looking over with a cold look, Mo Jiu shut his mouth obediently, and then Long Qingtian took a serious look at the man in front of him again.
"Who are you?" Ci Shen's voice was filled with coldness.
Last time, Long Qingtian told Les that he would find out who he was.
But then, Long Qingtian attacked the secret systems of many countries, but he couldn't find any identity that matched his face!
This is the first time for him, the head of the Langya Special Operations Military Region, to encounter such a situation!
Rice's behavior is still elegant. One is white and the other is dark green with Long Qingtian. There is a sense of beauty in the confrontation.
Mo Jiu was just drooling as he watched.
Uncle Mei PKs Chief Long, who wins and who loses?
"Didn't you say you could find out who I am on your own?" Les spoke provocatively, with a touch of mockery in his tone.
You brat, you are still a little young after all. You are too young to fight with me!
Long Qingtian's face was dark, and after hearing this, he punched forward again without saying a word!
Rice curled his lips, glanced at Mo Jiu helplessly, and followed Long Qingtian's fist wind.
The two of them were fighting together in an instant.
Long Qingtian's fighting skills are purely a contest of strength!
Beauty, every move is filled with power and beauty.
His movements are domineering and arrogant.
However, Les was very skillful, and his smooth and flowing movements were pleasing to the eye. The two of them fought together for more than ten rounds, and they could not tell the difference between them!
"Brother, come on, hit him with your fist!"
Mo Jiu's eyes were filled with peach blossoms, the eldest brother is so handsome!
Les snorted twice, and Mo Jiu immediately smiled awkwardly, "Oh, uncle, you have to work harder!"
Long Qingtian said with a cold face, "Shut up!"
"I will say the last thing, you all come on! Fight and fight!"
After saying this, Mo Jiu immediately made a zipper motion on his mouth to indicate that he would shut up.
