The third brother also noticed that Ma Ying's left cheek was full of trouble and the right cheek was full of provocation.
"My aunt is in a bad mood." Ma Ying said coldly: "Be careful to tear your bones apart."
Fu San shook his head slightly: "Girl, I would like to advise you, don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you."
Ma Ying was quite surprised: "You Qiu Ba, can you still read and write?"
Fu San smiled and said nothing.
Ma Ying looked disdainful: "I don't know where I heard this from others. From the look of you, you are just a braggart. Can you tell me what you mean by this?"
"Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you." Fu San put away the Analects: "That is to say, if you don't feel happy, don't use force on others. If the girl doesn't feel happy, don't seek trouble from Qianqiying.
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Ma Ying was stunned, and then her branches trembled with laughter.
Unlike Bihua, Ma Ying has really read books and is familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics.
Wang Tongtong on the side was full of admiration. Although he didn't understand, he was greatly shocked.
After laughing for a long time, Ma Ying said with a look of contempt on her face: "You dare to do anything in front of me, you will laugh out loud. Do you know who my aunt is?"
Fu San shook his head and expressed no interest.
Ma Ying pulled out the spear hanging from the horse's belly: "Tell my aunt quickly, where is the third master, and that Chu Qing, my aunt peeled off their skins today, so that they will be scared when they hear my aunt's name in the future."
The ghost screams."
Fu San smiled slightly: "Zi Buyu has strange power and chaos."
"what for?"
"Confucius didn't want to speak, and used strange force to beat the person unconscious."
After saying this, Fu San's expression changed. He took out Qianji from his waist and sneered: "If you want to skin my young master, I'll skin you first!"
"How brave!"
As soon as Ma Ying stepped on the stirrup, he jumped up high. He had a gun in his hand, but he was using it like a knife, slashing Huashan Mountain with all his strength.
Fu San quickly retreated and hit the ground with his spear.
The gravel flew, and Wang Tongtong's reaction was a little slower, and he dodged awkwardly.
Fu San's face showed a cold light, this ghost woman actually made a killing move every time she struck!
Wang Tongtong also saw it, and an expert would know if it was there as soon as he made a move. Seeing Ma Ying swinging his gun at Fu San, he hatched a plan and threw out the handleless dagger from his sleeve, just grazing the maroon horse's butt.
The horse screamed in pain, spread its hooves and ran wildly.
The second pass is very bad. He knows that everyone who hangs out at the border loves horses. When he hears the cry of the war horse, he will inevitably turn back. Fu San can also seize this opportunity to subdue the opponent in an instant.
Everything happened in a flash of lightning. Just as Wang Tongtong expected, Ma Ying, who was about to force Fu San again, turned around subconsciously. When he saw the mount rushing towards him, his beauty turned pale, he didn't even move and threw away his spear.
, and wanted to try to block it with both hands.
Although the distance was not far, this horse was extremely strong and charged violently in pain, so it could not be stopped by human power.
Reaching out to stop him was a completely subconscious action, and his brain didn't even think about it.
By the time Ma Ying came to her senses and realized she couldn't stop him, it was already too late.
Seeing the horse charging at high speed, Ma Ying even closed her eyes.
At this moment, Fu San moved.
The thick arms grabbed Ma Ying's long hair, and then... directly grabbed her hair and pulled her back.
Simple, crude, but direct and effective.
Because the force was too strong, Ma Ying lost her center of gravity and fell into Fu San's arms.
The horse galloped past, Ma Ying leaned sideways, looking up at Fu San's chin and the scar full of stories.
Ma Ying's mind went blank, the whole world was quiet, his head was in excruciating pain, and everything he saw was a bit blurry. Only the stern face in front of him was so clear, so stern, and the angle was just right.
The most terrible thing is that most of the "Analects of Confucius" in Fusan's arms was exposed.
Ma Ying's mind was a little dazed. It was the first time she was held in a man's arms. Xiafei's jaws and the back of her head still hurt a little. She didn't know why, but this feeling was amazing. It was her first time to experience it.
Fu San's eyes were like eternal ice, like sharp arrows piercing the sky, looking at the galloping horses in the distance.
Turning his head, Fu San frowned, still holding Ma Ying in his arms. He looked at Wang Tongtong and said in a deep voice: "That is a good horse. In the future, don't hurt the horse. It's better to die in battle than to hurt the horse."
, Ma, is innocent."
At this moment, Ma Ying's mind went blank, leaving only Fu San.
The third brother's sad stubble, resolute eyes, full of story scars, thick arms, and warm chest made her a little intoxicated.
Of course, Ma Ying didn't know that a strand of hair fell out of the palm of Fu San's right hand, and she also had a bald patch on the back of her head, like a ghost shaving her head.
What Ma Ying could see was indeed blurry. He could only see Fu San clearly because there was a buzzing on the back of his head and half of his palm was bald.
But this feeling, to Ma Ying, is so novel, so...indescribable, and the back of his head hurts a little, making his head feel dizzy.
Of course, let alone Fu San, even if the person hugging her was slime, she also thought slime was handsome.
Fu San opened his palm slightly, and a piece of hair fell to the ground.
"You..." Ma Ying blushed: "What's your name?"
Fu San didn't say a word, and then... let go.
Without any warning or defense, Ma Ying fell straight to the ground.
"you!"
Ma Ying was ashamed and angry, but Fu San said calmly: "Get up quickly, your hair has fallen off."
Lying on the ground, Ma Ying looked confused. She quickly sat up and suddenly felt that the back of her head no longer hurt, but was just cold. Then, when she reached out and touched it, she felt... it was very bald, quite bald.
Ma Ying's face turned pale, and she covered the back of her head hard, as if she had been struck by lightning, and she was at a loss.
Fu San finally moved and stretched out his hand: "I admire you very much, get up."
Ma Ying, who was a little confused and couldn't accept that she was bald, raised her head: "Admire me?"
"Yes, you are obviously so weak, but you still work so hard to cause trouble for my young master. Third brother, I admire you very much."
Ma Ying looked at Fu San stupidly, not quite understanding the meaning of this sentence.
Fu San didn't brag. Wang Tongtong thought Ma Ying was a master, but Third Brother didn't think so.
Using a long gun is a way of opening and closing. Fukusan is good at using short knives. This is what he does with long weapons. As long as he gets close, he will not die if he is touched a few times. The distance is close and he is close to the opponent.
There is no way to exert force, but if the opponent hits you, he will either die or be disabled.
Therefore, in the eyes of the third brother, Ma Ying is very weak. A very weak person, and a woman, who wants to cause trouble for his own young master is undoubtedly seeking death.
Ma Ying, who raised his head, frowned again.
She suddenly felt that the man in front of her was not as dazzling as before. In that short moment, it seemed that the only man in front of her was left in the whole world.
Of course, this is because Ma Ying's pain in the back of her head has passed and her brain has resumed functioning.