Bang Bang Bang

  Then he took two steps forward and pressed Lin Yue Ru onto the ground.

  "Ling'er! Hit him hard!"

  "Hmm!"

  This time, Zhao Ling'er was actually beaming with excitement! It seemed that she was the first one to wake up after all!

  Bang bang bang bang bang...

  Lin Yue's struggles this time were not so intense, and she still made the necessary resistance out of face, but the flush on her face had already betrayed her, accompanied by humming and moaning, the scene was quite provocative.

  If this continues, Fang Xian will not be able to bear it anymore. He had to stop Ling'er in time after more than 20 slaps.

  After spanking, Fang Xian pulled Ling'er away again. Ling'er looked at her bright red palm and fell into a strange thought once more.

  "Brother Xian, why do I feel so cool?" Ling'er's big eyes sparkled as she asked a question that was completely inconsistent with her appearance.

  "Everyone has two hearts, one is called S and the other is called M."

  Upon arriving at the city gate, Lin Yue called out for the third time. This time, Fang Xian didn't dare to delay and ran back without waiting for Zhao Ling'er's tantrum. Even if he had to abandon Lin Yue, he was determined not to let her fall into the hands of the middle-aged man.

  He's gotten into character, Yao Dada's script is a success.

  As expected, two dark-skinned middle-aged men were lifting Lin Yue Ru up, sticking out their tongues to make evil probing movements.

  Two men, one wearing red pants, which was originally ordinary, but he happened to pull his pants up to his chest, afraid that others would not know that he practiced flying legs. The other wore a blue vest, as well as... a pair of discordant sleeves, afraid that others would not know that he played with hidden weapons.

  The two of them were pulling and tugging at each other, but their hands only stayed on Lin Yue's shoulders and the back of her knees, as if even the gods themselves didn't want what happened next to occur.

  The more I look at this face, the angrier I get. Does a middle-aged person have to be so despicable? Think about it, how many girls of our age group have fallen victim to the evil clutches of middle-aged men, and how many goddesses have been blinded by their love for brand-name bags and shoes, only to end up with their legs spread wide!

  That sentence should be changed, it's not "A hero will rise in anger for a beauty", but rather "A hero will rise in anger to punish the middle-aged".

  "With bare hands, chopping dry firewood is effortless!!!!" Fang Xian suddenly let out a loud shout, even he himself didn't expect that after playing for so long, his first anger would occur here. Being a hero and saving the beauty is truly exhilarating, especially when the opponent is a middle-aged man."

  Only then did Fang Xian see that this palm chop had a full momentum, he understood that the Ding family's martial arts emphasized momentum. With that axe, the wood was bound to be split. And the source of momentum is confidence. The five consecutive chops just now made Fang Xian's confidence burst, and at this time, facing two mediocre middle-aged men, he didn't hesitate for a moment.

  One palm strike, damage number - 1.

  "......" Fang Xian lowered his head and looked at his palm, "It's too profound."

  At this time, Zhao Ling'er also followed up, as usual, a record of the highest damage 【Flame Curse】 was released, and the flying hair leg was burned to be painful.

  "Damn it, bad old man is good at this, look at the leg!" Fei Maotui, although just an extra, didn't abandon himself like those two family slaves earlier. On the contrary, he got into character deeply, his face full of anger, pulling up his pants to his collarbone, doing a backflip, his right leg mixed with stench whizzing by.

  At the same time, the calm and expressionless Dark Weapon Master suddenly shot out a plum blossom dart with a loud "pa" sound, what a ruthless guy.

  The dragon suit is just a dragon suit, and the two of them together don't even have over 70 damage.

  Fang Xian was not satisfied with his fate, and once again used the skill "Bare-handed Chop Firewood Effortlessly". The numbers flashed by, just like last time - 5 points of damage.

  "As expected, one move after another, each move stronger than the last, it's too profound." Fang Xian turned his head to Ling Er and said, "You handle the hidden weapons, I'll take care of the Flying Hair Legs."

  “No－problem.”

  "Who taught you English?"

  "Little black boy."

  You come and go, fists and palms exchange, flames and flying darts. This battle can be said to be without surprise or danger. The existence of "bare-handed chopping firewood with ease" can reduce the consumption of Fang Xian's true energy to a minimum. After 5 rounds, under the final transformation damage of 725, the highly invested Fei Maotui let out a cry and entered the old man's recycling station.

  Anqi Jun still had no expression on his face, throwing a flying dart every round, neither painful nor itchy.

  At this time, Fang Xian naturally had to switch to the hidden weapon of fire, he had never used the sixth move "bare-handed chopping dry firewood with ease" in his history, and his heart was full of anticipation.

  After a palm passed by, Anqi Jun still had no expression on his face, and the damage number "1" faintly flashed over his head.

  “……I get it, emotions are thieves that strip the bones of their five senses.” Fang Xian briefly calculated the account——if the damage per hit of [Royal Axe Technique] is counted as 170, then in 5 rounds it would be 850. On the other hand, the total damage dealt by [Bare-handed Chop Firewood with Ease and Effortlessness] after 5 consecutive hits was less than 900 points. It seems that this palm technique only looks very soul-stirring, but its actual strength is not that great, and it requires five consecutive hits. Even when true energy is abundant, [Royal Axe Technique] is still more convenient.

  Fang Xian was doing math problems when Ling'er suddenly cast another Flame Curse, and the dark weapon disappeared without a word. It's really puzzling how someone could be so bold as to disrespect the Lin family's young mistress in broad daylight.

  Battle ended, gained 350 experience points and 100 Wen coins.

  After killing two middle-aged men, Fang Xian felt relieved and started to like the game's character settings. From then on, every time he fought human-shaped monsters, they were all middle-aged men, how delightful.

  "Rascal! Don't you dare untie me quickly!" Lin Yu'er's tender cry awakened Fang Xian from his pleasant slumber.

  "Didn't I let you off easy earlier?"

  "The following..."

  Fang Xian took a look and indeed, Lin Yue Ru's rope on her hand had come undone, but the one on her feet was still there. No wonder she didn't want to leave, hopping back home like a frog was really too embarrassing.

  "Ling'er, search her first." Fang Xian coughed and pulled Zhao Ling'er over.

  "What? Are we going to play as bandits again?"

  "No choice, according to the plot, after I let her go later, she will draw her sword and give me a slash, I'm afraid it's going to hurt."

  Then, Fang Xian was the first to know and be aware, and once again avoided a tragedy. Ling'er walked up to Yue Ru with an unusual mood, beginning a full-body search.

  How does "The Eighteen Touches" go? It's just that kind of flavor.

  It's said that a girl's body can't **, this time the rhythm is too slow, Lin Yue Ru and Zhao Ling Er's cheeks are synchronously flushed.

  "Ling'er... hurry up, don't be like this." Fang Xian coughed.

  "Oh..." Ling'er also felt that something was off, so she changed her approach and quickly found the Yue Nu sword at Ruyue's waist. She hastily pulled it out and jumped back to Fang Xian's side.

  "This sword is fine, you can keep it." Fang Xian finished speaking and turned around to leave.

  Ling'er touched the sword and indeed it was good, her brother said what was what, at this time she didn't care about anything else, she put away the sword and followed him.

  Lin Yue stood still, seemingly at a disadvantage with this vote, but also as if some mysterious power within her body had awakened.

  Ling'er took three steps and turned her head back, reluctant to part with something, but even she herself didn't know what it was that she couldn't bear to leave.

  The moon was low in the sky, her hands clasped behind her back, and she kicked at pebbles with a bewildered air.

  This romantic scene made Fang Xian's face turn red for a moment.

  "Ling'er."

  "Really?"

  "You stole the show."