The crowds around were surging, making the center of the ring appear more and more empty.

The blood-stained ring was trampled under your feet. If anyone was watching, he would definitely see a bit of life-and-death momentum.

Zhang Yan was squeezed to the entrance of the corridor, but he didn't see Young Master Xie. He kicked his legs and looked back. He saw his yin energy was so strong that he occupied the entire arena like Hell Shura.

He raised his arms and shouted: "Brother Xing! Let's go! This fucking broken place has been reported again!"

There was noisy noise around him. He guessed that his voice had not been heard from the crowd, and then pushed out in the opposite direction: "Get back, fuck! Give back!"

If the young master was brought into the bureau because of him, all the resources would be ruined.

He knew that Xie Xing was half a lunatic - as for why he was half a lunatic, he just heard the legend and never saw it with his own eyes.

Zhang Yan struggled to squeeze out the crowd, covered in smoke, sweat and some complicated smell mixed with. He ran for about ten steps and squatted on the edge of the steps, waving desperately to the venue: "Brother Xing, go!"

The noise around her became a background board in Xie Xing's eyes.

In his world, he was the only one left, and Xu Bei, who was standing not far away, without moving.

Why bother with men? Xie Xing stood straight and smiled contemptuously

——Coward.

The spotlight shook lightly above the head, and the light passed through the smoke floating above the sky, and several spots of light shook out in the mist-like smoke.

The man standing in the audience suddenly moved, and his eyes were no longer filled with a smile that never changed for thousands of years. He walked through the messy aisle and leaned down: "What if you have a kind, what if you don't have a kind?"

The light slowly stopped shaking and hit the two of them, as if they had pinched the right position.

Xu Bei jumped off the steps in a half-squat position, loosened his cuffs and rolled upwards.

He was aimless and turned his pace in the center of the field, and suddenly punched without warning when his cuffs rolled to the third circle. It was accurate and his strength was not restrained.

Xie Xing turned his head and cursed, and quickly took the punch with his eyes and hands.

The palms meet the fist wind, and the tremor passes from the wrist to the arm.

He pulled open the corners of his mouth and looked at Xu Bei again.

The indifference in his eyes was replaced by ridicule, and he sneered: "Why, you have to be foolish when you fight."

As if he touched something dirty, he took two steps back and shook his hands. While turning his wrists and moving his muscles, he kindly reminded: "I forgot to tell you. What you did cannot contain the fire."

"Oh?" Xu Bei smiled, "What?"

“Want to know?”

Xie Xing's few steps back gave him enough room to play, and he moved quickly like a cheetah.

I was still in conversation last second, but the next second I was already shaking in front of me. I grabbed the other person's collar and hit my knees hard.

Hit it and remind him: "a-create."

He bumped twice and said, "Corresort."

He bumped three times and said, "Express."

Crash all over: "All."

The young man's thinness was not as strong as before, but every impact used all his strength, and it was more like venting. He wanted to vent all the nameless fires during this period, clamoring to vent them.

He let out his hands, his fingers slowly opened and closed in the air. He stepped back and admired the other person's shaking posture.

The stomach was burning, and Xu Bei stood up with his knees and suddenly laughed: "It hurts a lot."

Xie Xing felt that his smile was annoying, and he pulled his collar with annoyance: "It's not just me, she knows it too."

"Then don't you know..."

The other party finally stood up in a shaky state, as always, the most annoying smile: "Who has been sending you messages two years ago?"

Two years ago, who sent him a message?

Xie Xing was stunned for a moment.

His friend list is clean and everyone can tell the origin. But it wasn't two years ago.

Xie Xing is not a person who can remember others easily. The nodding relationship almost exceeded the limit of friends. Xu Bei deliberately mentioned it, and almost at the same time he thought of the account that often shared news about Pei Zhi in the Photography Association with him.

He said, Brother Xing, your girlfriend attended the association event today and many men looked at her.

He said, there will be a dinner tomorrow, didn’t she tell you?

He said that several sponsors took a fancy to her photos and wanted to hold a photography exhibition for her. It was so amazing.

...

Except for the initial "Who are you?", Xie Xing has not replied to a single one.

While doubting the other party's identity, he was morbidly attached to the fact that he could not delete it. He learned Pei Zhi's news from the other party again and again. Then he guessed what she was doing and who were around her.

He is like a sensitive and insecure stray dog.

If you make a guard against a sudden approach, you will go crazy and hurt others, but you will also be eager for others to enter his world. How great it would be if the food and owner belonged only to him.

He knew he was sick, and he knew that no one would love him once he was hurt.

But, I once tried so hard to control it.

In the moment of being stunned, Xu Bei's fist suddenly appeared in his ears. He stumbled and waved it hard with all his strength.

Xie Xing had no time to dodge, and heard the bones on his cheeks slamming, and the smell of blood suddenly surged in his mouth. His face was so numb that he lost consciousness, and he couldn't even feel the pain for a moment.

He hunched his body and sucked his fingertips across the corner of his mouth and moved it to his eyes, with a dazzling red look.

This punch actually knocked him back from his memories. Xie Xing turned his head and spitted blood foam, slowly stood up, his eyes as if it was so gloomy that it was passing through the border.

The cleavage of the lips and the pain that was torn and hot was savored to his heart. His lips slightly opened and moved his jawbone, and he closed his ten fingers back into a fist.

What is "you" has completely lost its meaning at this time. In this boxing gym, there is no death or life, and only one person can continue.

Xie Xing raised his leg and kicked the other party’s lower abdomen, connecting a heavy punch to his eyebrows.

The opponent shook his body and was captured when he pressed his elbow back, and his lumbar muscle was kicked again.

Xu Bei looked at the blood-filled ring and rubbed his face against him. He hated this place and was so dirty that he almost forgot about the pain in his body.

He grinned and suddenly wondered why people are born unfair.

Some people's starting point is even further than the end point that most people cannot reach in their lifetime. They can easily get wealth, enjoy the benefits brought by status and power, easily break into other people's lives, and easily take away what others like.

How can life be fair?

Xie Xing is really a madman. His fist that fell on his body was muffled and painful in his body.

***

Pei Zhi thought Jiang Ruizhi was just a joke, but she didn't expect that she would really make a fuss.

In the new place, the waiter is full of young and handsome guys, and he is dressed very little.

Chi Yan initially said that people with family should not do this, but she was the one who was the happiest to play. After drinking for a round, she couldn't help but sigh: "The world is so beautiful, why should I get married?"

Except Chi Yan, Pei Zhi and Jiang Ruizhi are both in the stage of being single and being willful, adding fuel to the fire and nodding: "Yes, we can't understand your pain."

There is a married person whose topics are often revolving around marriage and love.

So the phone rang out in the oath that Chi Yan raised her hand to testify to the sky and told her that she must have kicked her husband when she came home.

Pei Zhi took a look at the number and was very unfamiliar.

As soon as she hesitated, Jiang Ruizhi had already tilted her head and glanced at her: "It's a scam. No need to answer."

Pei Zhi said carelessly, "So sure?"

"Nonsense. Three cups of whiskey bets, and you must be sure that you will either manage the financial management or lend money or 'Are you a certain family member? He has something to do and cannot contact him and urgently need xxx million yuan'. Who can't do it?"

Pei Zhi felt it was reasonable, so she put down her phone and chatted with her: "It seems that she has been beaten by society."

Without saying a few words, the phone rang again, and the number just now.

Jiang Ruizhi looked at her with an expression that you should take it if you weren't a fraud or I would lose. Pei Zhi answered the phone as she wanted, and even deliberately let it go hands-free.

"Hey, Miss Pei? Your brother has something to do at Jingyuan Police Station. Please come here."

Jiang Ruizhi smiled, hiding her merits and fame, and comparing her with her lip service: her business ability is not good.

This fraud is indeed not good, and even her family members have not investigated it clearly.

Pei Zhi slowly took a sip of wine and replied, "Oh, let him die."

The other party was confused: "What?"

"I said, let him die."

The sound waves of the bar were drilling into the receiver one by one, and Pei Zhi couldn't help but increase the volume: "My family is competing for family property, please don't let my brother come out. Thank you, comrade police."

"——" the phone hung up.

Chi Yan looked over with drunken eyes and said, "Yes, Comrade Xiao Pei. It's very good."

“Overall.”

The third and fourth words in the world have not yet been expressed, and another phone call comes in.
To be continued...