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Chapter 1060

Ye Xingbei: “…”

You are the single soldier king. How many ordinary people can beat you?

Ye Xingbei rolled his eyes: "Nonsense!"

Mr. Gu Wu sighed and shook his head, "Sure enough, people who like to tell the truth are becoming less and less popular. Every time I tell the truth, I will be despised by you every time."

Ye Xingbei: “…”

All right.

Judging from Mr. Gu's calmness and leisure, I think Han Zuo should be good at it.

Despite Yan Jingxue's anxious obstruction, Han Zuo also walked to the center of the yard and stood opposite Dou Kui.

He suddenly turned around and hooked his finger at the short fat man: "You two will go together."

The fat man hesitated a little.

Yan Lao San's wife didn't want Yan Lao Er's wife's nephew to show off alone, so she pushed the fat man, "Xiao Hui, what are you afraid of? Go, teach that guy who doesn't know how to be tall and rich, let him know, we

The Yan family’s gate is not that easy to enter!”

Jiang Xiaohui knew that Dou Kui was the Sanda champion, and with Dou Kui, he just needed to beat the drums next to him.

While Dou Kui knocked down the little white face, he could also exude the anger in his heart if he stepped on it.

Thinking of this, he rolled up his arms and sleeves and walked to Dou Kui.

"What are you doing?" Dou Kui frowned in disgust: "Get out!"

Since his pursuit of Yan Jingxue, Jiang Xiaohui has been following him like a mess.

If it weren't for his disgust of Yan Jingxue, Yan Jingxue might not have been so disgusted with him.

Jiang Xiaohui was far away from him and made a call: "You hit you, don't worry about me, we all rely on our abilities!"

Dou Kui was so angry that he took a lot of effort to control the urge to kick him out.

When he was pursuing Yan Jingxue, that bastard said the same thing, they all pursued their own abilities.

He was obviously sincere to Yan Jingxue, but was mixed up by this villain who covet Yan Jingxue's billions of wealth, as if he was pursuing Yan Jingxue's money to get Yan Jingxue's money.

asshole!

Sooner or later he will kill him!

He spat at Jiang Xiaohui, suddenly roared, and rushed towards Han Zuo.

"Brother Azuo, be careful!" Yan Jingxue shouted anxiously, holding her hands together, and stomping her feet in a hurry.

Han Zuo turned sideways and easily avoided Dou Kui's attack.

The two of them went back and forth and fought together.

The expression on Yan Jingxue's face gradually changed from worry and nervousness to surprise, and she jumped to cheer for Han Zuo: "Come on Brother Azuo! Brother Azuo, you are so great! Brother Azuo, I love you so much!"

For Dou Kui, Yan Jingxue's cheers were as pleasant as silver bells, but like a cold arrow, shot one arrow after another on his chest.

He thought about kicking this little white-faced person down with one kick, let Yan Jingxue discover his shining place and knowing that he is the real man.

But when he really hit him together, he realized that perhaps he was no match for this little guy at all.

The little white-faced fights him easily, and sometimes it seems that he will deliberately let him go, and the beating is like a cat playing with a mouse, making him look embarrassed.

He was so angry that he wanted to kick Han Zuo out of bleeding.

Maybe he had no way to deal with Han Zuo.

However, Han Zuo gradually brought the battlefield to Jiang Xiaohui.

Dou Kui kicked Han Zuo with his foot.

Han Zuo dodged away.

Behind Han Zuo is Jiang Xiaohui.

Before Jiang Xiaohui could react, he was kicked hard by Dou Kui in the heart.

Jiang Xiaohui was kicked and screamed, flew backwards, and fell heavily to the ground. His head tilted and he vomited blood with a "pop".

Ye Xingbei subconsciously looked at Gu Junzhu and sighed silently in his heart: He is really worthy of being a soldier under Gu Wuye!

Looking at such a serious person, it turns out that he also belongs to dumplings, with white skin and black sesame filling!

She looked at Yan Jingxue sympathetically.
Chapter completed!
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