At this time, Zhao Min had already counted to twenty-five, that is to say, if he counted five more, according to the pre-agreed time, Feng Ziqing would lose. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info And there are still three of them who haven't been defeated by her.

Victory is already in sight.

To defeat three people in five seconds, Feng Ziqing, who is at the end of the strong army, should not be able to do it.

Now is the time for a decisive victory.

It is necessary to concentrate on fighting her to the end.

As long as he can hold on for five minutes, Feng Ziqing will definitely lose.

In the last five minutes remaining, the tactic of dragging can be employed, and as long as you don't get knocked down by her, you will win.

How can I not be knocked down by her? There is only one way, and that is to run, and run as far as possible. When this question popped up in the minds of the three women at the same time, Zhao Min counted to the number of twenty-seven.

There are three seconds left.

But three of their people are still fighting with Feng Ziqing.

There is a great opportunity.

The three women all had triumphant smiles on their faces.

But when the smile appeared on their faces, two of them could not run a single step, and one of them lifted his foot, and the other lifted his foot before it fell to the ground, and one was punched in the waist and the other in the ass, and they both fell together after they cried out almost at the same moment.

Zhao Min counted to twenty-eight at this time.

There are only two seconds left to reach the time.

The last remaining had already run out of a distance of two meters.

Two meters, it takes two steps to complete, but when Feng Ziqing runs two steps, that is just stupid, she should have already run a step, so Feng Ziqing will be one step behind her again, and there will be no time for this chase and run, that is to say, by the time Feng Ziqing knocks her down, the time should be three seconds away.

In fact, Zhao Min had already counted twenty-nine at this time.

It's only a second.

But the distance between Feng Ziqing and the was still two meters away.

Feng Ziqing didn't chase her.

It's too late to chase her.

But if you don't chase it, you'll lose.

Chasing is losing, not chasing is losing, dry mustache is not chasing, right?

When this thought floated in Zhao Min's mind, her face finally showed the last look of disappointment, and she finally lost, because the number thirty was about to run out of her throat at this time.

I can't force it.

Just let it get out!

When Zhao Min finally struggled to count the 0.5 seconds before the number of thirty, he only heard a bang, and the running woman suddenly fell.

No one knows what's going on.

Except for Feng Ziqing, the other women all looked at the in a daze, and a pimple rose in their hearts--how could she fall! Could it be that all this was providential?

When everyone was thinking like this, Feng Ziqing straddled in front of Zhang Yawu like a ghost, leaned down and smiled at her: "My dearest sister-in-law Li, you shouldn't have anything to say now, right?"

"I have something to say. Zhang Yawu glared at Feng Ziqing, who was close at hand, and said extremely unconvinced, "Aunt Yang was not knocked down by you, she accidentally fell by herself, according to what we agreed before, it was you who lost." ”

"Did I lose?"

"Of course. ”

"Why?"

"Aunt Song who fell was not knocked down by you, she accidentally fell down herself. ”

"Really?"

"If you don't believe her, you can ask her if she's it!"

Feng Ziqing smiled at her and pulled Zhang Yawu up from the ground: "You said that she fell by herself, then you can go and see what happened to her left leg." When she said this, she had no expression on her face.

Zhang Yawu was stunned for a moment, and looked at Feng Ziqing without blinking: "You mean that her fall is your credit?"

"If it weren't for me, would she have fallen?" Feng Ziqing smiled at her, "Look at this ground, it's as flat as a mirror, will she fall by herself?"

Zhang Yawu walked over suspiciously, helped her Aunt Song up from the ground, pulled up her pants and looked at it, and immediately widened her eyes, oh my God, I don't know when, Feng Ziqing actually kicked her, there was a bruise about five inches above her ankle, swollen like an egg, and at a glance, she knew that it was Feng Ziqing who kicked it.

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