522. If you want something back, do one thing for me first (12)
This heavy elbow hit Lin Siquan in the face. He was a little drowsy and dull. He avoided the opponent's fierce Gaoshuai, but was kicked down on the ring by a sweeping leg below.
"What's going on? What's going on?" Mu Yiyi looked at the screen, looked at the familiar figure who was lying on the stage, and shook his feet up, and screamed in fear.
Han Zhenyu did not answer her question, and sat straight on the sofa and sneered, "I have given him medicine, but I can still hold on until now. This third young master is really not simple. Girl, can you think that he will fight a black market punch to help you get your father's ashes back?"
"Black Market Fist?" Mu Yiyi's mind was distracted and his slender body shook for a moment.
Black market fist, never stop dead![
She could not imagine how cold-blooded Han Zhenyu could be. She could not imagine that this man was her dream once.
"How is it? Is it exciting? That boxer is the Muay Thai 'golden belt' I bought for a lot of money. It's very powerful. A whip leg can sweep a few centimeters thick steel column! Girl, how long can the third young master who has been drugged last?"
Mu Yiyi stared at the screen in fear, watching the handsome and handsome man with blood on his face to resist the almost desperate attack of his opponent.
If it weren't for the drug, how could his eyes be lost, his feet are as soft as a slumber, and he has no power to resist?
"Why are you so good at him? Why?" She just wanted to get her father's ashes back, but she ended up killing the third young master who saved her.
"In the black market boxing arena, one minute can determine the life and death of a person. There is a life meat grinder inside, and there is an unlimited fighting without rules." Han Zhenyu ignored the fighting on the screen, got up and walked to the wine cabinet to pour himself a glass of red wine, and slowly savored it.
"What do you want?" Mu Yiyi was so heartbroken that he almost collapsed.
Han Zhenyu walked to Mu Yiyi with a low smile and whispered in her ear: "What do I want, don't you know? At the beginning, Lei Yufeng got you in this way, right?"
Mu Yiyi was slightly stunned, looking at Lin Siquan who was covered in blood on the stage, tears fell like beads with broken threads, falling down his cheeks.
"Girl, if you want to save him, then beg me. As long as you beg me, will I not agree to you? Then, you fall in love with me slowly like you fell in love with Lei Yufeng. Didn't you mess with Lei Yufeng for the sake of me?" Han Zhenyu threw away the wine glass, wrapped his arms around Mu Yiyi's cold and trembling body, put them in her ear, and coaxed them with an extremely gentle voice, "Did I copy such a scene and we can reinterpret our life?"
"Lei Yufeng is different from you. He will never hurt someone who is truly good to me!" Mu Yiyi turned his face and looked at the man he once loved with tears in his eyes.
For eleven years, she had a dream for him for eleven years.
This dream changed her life trajectory, and now it has become a punishment, trying to break her bottom line!
She really didn't understand what his heart was made of?
How could he think of such a despicable and shameless act? How could he do it?
"Is that so? Didn't I treat you badly? Didn't he hurt me?" Han Zhenyu wiped away the tears from her face with his fingers.