Kesef spoke half-baked Chinese, and his eyebrows bloomed with a hint of energy. Obviously, he never took me into account. This time, he got my grip on me completely, and I realized in an instant the seriousness of the trouble.

I was about to speak, but Marishia had hurried over to me, and said to Kesef, "What do you want to do, Kesef? Don't you want to be unfriendly to the guests of the country? You can't do this, you can't!" The Caucasian became anxious and used both hands and feet, as if at all times he was using both psychological and physical weapons, to be vigilant against the encroachment of the other. And now, Marishia is acting as my protector.

Cathef glared at Marishia, his face turning from anger to righteous indignation, perhaps mixed with a little sadness. I read something in this kind of look, that affection, that sense of loss, as if it were the unique emotion of a lovelorn man. It occurred to me that Cathef was probably after Marishia!

I don't want to have any trouble with Kesef, though I don't have much affection for this arrogant captain of the guard. I swallowed what I was about to say into my stomach and tried to leave the scene under Marishia's cover. However, Kesef took another step to the right and blocked me again.

The situation became more and more serious, and Kesef's expression became more and more hideous, and I suddenly felt as if I had suddenly become Ximenqing, and Kesif was Wu Song who wanted to avenge his brother. I had to pretend to be calm and say, "Kesserf, there are times when what you see with your own eyes is not necessarily true. I'm nothing to Marishia, it's really nothing!" only after the words came out of his mouth did he feel how ridiculous he was, would he believe it?

Kesef sneered: "Nonsense! You are really a lie, I have seen it, I obviously saw you kiss Marishia, don't tell me, kissing is the etiquette of your country! I won't believe it!"

I said, "It's late, I don't want to tease you, it's boring." Can you please get out of the way?" I pointed to the path outside the pavilion, which was quite kind.

But how could Kesef let me go? He had already clenched his fists, and in the quiet of the night I could hear the creaking of his joints, his face, burning with rage, and the light of his ferocity. "Boy, I'm going to make it impossible for you to get up! I'm telling you, no one is qualified to be with Marisia but me!"

The more he spoke, the more decibels he spoke, and I saw his shoulder shrug slightly, followed by a huge fist that slammed into my face.

I was prepared, and I dodged his sneak attack with my head to the side. But I didn't want to fight back, not because I was afraid of him, but because I didn't think it was necessary.

But he still didn't give up, he continued to use his punches and kicks, he was like a hungry beast, extremely vicious, I dodged his punches a few times in a row, Marishia blocked in front of me again, and explained to Kesev: "Kesif, you listen to me, it's not about Staff Officer Zhao, you don't want to trouble him, it's all me who takes the initiative, it's all my initiative!" Marishia stretched out her two hands to protect me, glaring at Kessef, her eyes showing a little panic.

But Kesif seemed to have made up his mind to 'fix' me, bared his teeth and shouted angrily: "Standard (), don't stop me, I want this country boy to know that I am amazing, I am really brave (small), dare to come to the country to pick up girls...... And you, I don't know if I'm sorry for my sister-in-law, I'll settle accounts with you when I go back, let me teach this country a lesson first......" Catherf pulled Marishia away as she spoke, fortunately Marishia was also a practitioner, and after stumbling for a while, she stood upright again.

Kesef's Chinese language proficiency is really not worthy of compliment, but I have to admit that this is already very rare. He can even use words and phrases such as "bitch" and "ashamed" skillfully, although the pronunciation is not very accurate, but he is quite fluent, and under normal circumstances, foreigners can say it like this, which is quite good.

Kessef's fist swung at my chest again, and this time instead of dodging, I raised my arm to block, and then I took two steps back and warned, "Kessef, you really want to fight, don't you?"

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