At night, the Muay Thai gym on Milk Street, a lively and noisy boiling, Fan Yueze tattooed the entire passionate Milk Street on his chest, boxing gloves, boxing pants, boxing braces, are all composed of red, yellow, and blue on the Milk Street, and Bai Ye only wears a pair of inferior PU leather gloves, head and crotch protection, a kind of handsome raging when he looks up, like a phoenix nirvana reborn in the fire, so that the surrounding scene is instantly eclipsed.

A beast-like light is terrifying, sparkling spots of light beat on the bronze skin of the white night, and the colorful butterflies that flew from nowhere flew up and down around him, like a cold tombstone surrounded by a fiery red maple forest, with the breath of death in the fire, a dazzling brilliance of the boundary between life and death, making it more and more difficult for the people around him to take their eyes off them, just follow their thoughts all the way.

The referee whistled and waved his hand to start, and the two people on the stage suddenly used the most primitive speed and strength to produce the most fierce confrontation, the white night fist to the flesh, fierce and abnormal, the black eyes are better than the darkest midnight, as if there is an endless Xiaoxiao night rain sprinkled in it, and the eyes of the little warbler below can't help but burst into peach hearts: "It's really fierce and ruthless, and men can't do it." ”

De Miaofu took a large sip of freshly squeezed juice: "Actually, I have always felt that he is like an ancient city slaughterer, or the reincarnation of an ancient Roman gladiator. ”

Qigu had a flash of inspiration on the side, and suddenly patted her head: "There is quite a business to do." ”

The uninhibited twilight, the vigor of the king, a kind of arrogance accompanied by bloody fighting, more and more staged between the eyebrows of the white night in full swing, every time he rushed forward, it was like trying to fight his bones and flesh into ashes, the more sweaty the stage, the more the white night was more and more desperately amazing, the last punch hit Fan Yueze's jaw, Fan Yueze fell to the ground with a bang, only with a strong desire to survive and wanted to crawl to the stage: "I don't want to stand up again." ”

De Miaofu waved a small flag excitedly: "Stand up, stand up." ”

Fan Yueze was furious: "Put away your terrible baby voice." ”

Bai Ye leaned down neatly from behind, his arm actually wrapped around Fan Yueze's neck, like a giant python curling up tighter and tighter, Ling Li's face became more and more cold-blooded, accompanied by his arm muscles rapidly and frantically bulging, Fan Yueze rolled his eyes and almost suffocated, the surrounding scene seemed to slowly fade, gradually disappearing, De Miaofu's eyes seemed to be in a time tunnel, light and darkness, life and death constantly coincided, Bai Ye was like a golden god of war bathed in the holy light of death, bursting out of an extremely astonishing and strong force, and it seemed that the sound of bones clicking and shattering could be heard for a while。

Seeing that the referee and several people came to the stage, they couldn't pull the white night together, and Xiao Yinghua couldn't help but cover her mouth in surprise: "Is this a man or a beast?"

Uncle Nine was pacing back and forth: "It seems that I must not be outdone." ”

In front of the fortune-telling stall of Qigu at night, the female tourist seemed very hesitant: "A small story will cost hundreds, do you think you are a great writer?"

Qigu pulled up the curtain and looked sad: "The things of the writer have always been like this, and they are worthless when they are alive. ”

The female tourist asked suspiciously, "Can it be violent and bloody enough as I requested?"

Qigu confidently instructed Qixi in the account: "I said you write." ”

Ten minutes later, as soon as the female tourist opened the folding letterhead, she silently recited in her heart, the battlefield filled with gunsmoke, the lead-gray sky was full of haze, the woman was enchanting in red, the green silk was like a waterfall, the silver bell between her feet echoed helplessly again and again, and the shouts of fighting retreated, suddenly like the terrifying silence that attacked, extremely hideous.

Everywhere stumps and bones, from the ancient city out of the white night of silver helmets and silver armor, a thrilling blood constantly echoed in the eyes, the red butterfly between the forehead spread its wings to fly, a drop of red blood tears, from the white night handsome face slowly flowed, suddenly, the mountains all over the wild red butterflies flew out, covering the clouds and the sun, thousands of hanging down the wisps of red silk, floating from the air, falling from the trees, wanton, tender and clean.

The blood-colored jade beads of the broken line, along the inextricable red threads, washed out a river of blood on the ground and spread, the mist of the steamed buns, the fishy fragrance is pervasive, and the dense wind wraps the woman in a bloody sticky, the white night is like a thorn rose, and suddenly breaks out of the woman's flesh and blood, all the muscles are avoided, pierced, stirred, extremely winding and smooth vigorous vitality, wandering within the woman's body, between the limbs, chest, internal organs, bones, taking off, circling, and winding.

The smell of green grass in the white night is thick and colorful, as if the woman is going to be cremated, and it lingers everywhere around him: "I have fought all my life, and I have used all the blood, only for you and me." ”

Remarks: "Woman, you can replace yourself with your own brain, your mother, your aunt, your sister, ........."

"If you get a nine-percent discount. The female tourist read it very excitedly: "I'll add another sadomasochistic type." ”

The seventh aunt didn't raise her eyelids: "Deal." ”