Even if Murong Nuo is an iceberg, even if he is facing his father, Murong Nuo still has a straight face, and his indifferent eyes are not half warmed up by the iceberg. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoMarried young wives and unmarried girls are still the least enthusiastic. They are used to such men, and in this barracks, such men grab a lot of them.

Murong Nuo could only be forced to be immune to these gazes, anyway, there could not be only men in this military camp, and if men looked at him with this kind of eyes, he would be even more unbearable.

Besides, this group of nymphomaniacs is not just for him!

Isn't the one he is looking for also enjoying the same treatment?

Murong Nuo had just stepped into the territory of the pro-guard army, and he knew that Luo Zhiyuan was hiding there. Needless to say, he is the one in the training room surrounded by a group of big sisters and aunts!

Sure enough, through the glass at the door of the training room, Murong Nuo saw Luo Zhiyuan's figure at a glance - wearing a combat uniform, a combat vest perfectly outlined the shape of the upper body, and the muscle lines were slender and smooth, even if he was still and still, people could feel the powerful power contained in his body.

The space button painted with blue grass in his hand was thrown up and down, and Murong Nuo's eyes gradually brought a glimmer of light. I don't seem to be so angry! I also have the heart to attract bees and butterflies, and I am not very sad! It's embarrassing that Yuanyuan is still thinking about him!

Our marshal son is dissatisfied with his unjustified name, and he can't resist Luo Zhiyuan's treatment, and he has resentment in his heart!

However, the marshal son can't be Quasi-Taishan and Zhuntaishui. No, I'm just preparing to find fault, have a fight with my brother-in-law, and find a psychological balance!

Luo Zhiyuan in the training room was still keen, Murong Nuo's gaze swept away, Luo Zhiyuan seemed to feel a different kind of threat, and looked at the door vigilantly. When he saw Murong Nuo, Shi Shiran stopped his movements and took off that trace of vigilance and defense.

Opening the door of the training room, Luo Zhiyuan leaned lazily against the wall, like a leopard resting comfortably after being fed, temporarily, only temporarily, covering up the unique predatory aura of creatures standing at the top of the food chain. Unhurriedly, the calm baritone sounded faintly, "I'm finally willing to come back!" ”

The eldest sisters and aunts at the door exclaimed, covering their hearts one after another, their eyes wandering back and forth between Murong Nuo and Luo Zhiyuan. Such a subwoofer-like baritone, such a reverie-inducing word, such a mournful tone...... Marshal Gongzi and Luo Zhiyuan are really what they are!

Looking at the strange gazes of the people around him, Murong Nuo's iceberg face was about to collapse. Luo Zhiyuan, you definitely did it on purpose! I know how gossip and brain supplementation this group of gossip is, and still say such things with unknown meanings, what does it mean?

I'm not interested in you! Even if you have two similarities with Yuanyuan's face, Lao Tzu is still not interested.

"Not satisfied that I robbed you of your vacation? Then let's have one! "The low, always with an indelible sense of coldness in the voice with a bit of fierceness, people who know Murong Nuo know that this is a precursor to someone's anger.

Luo Zhiyuan wiped his sweat with a towel, and the unhurried baritone could no longer hear the slightest taste of peace, only a slow provocation remained, "Now?" ”

Murong Nuo threw him two of the best physical recovery potions, and said in a cold voice, "Give you ten minutes to recover!" Don't say that the master bullied you! ”

Luo Zhiyuan was not polite to Murong Nuo, and took the physical recovery elixir and poured it into his mouth. Murong Nuo's strength is there, if he wants to fight with Murong Nuo, the act of pretending to be forced to refuse the physical recovery potion with a good face is definitely looking for death.

However, you don't have to wait as long as ten minutes.

However, in three minutes, the effect of the physical recovery potion gradually came up, Luo Zhiyuan stood up straight, beckoned to Murong Nuo, and came to a defensive posture.

Murong Nuo was also not polite, and set up a posture and got ready.

In the end, they are two brothers, and they even have such a tacit understanding of fighting. Murong Nuo and Luo Zhiyuan's fists swung into each other's faces almost at the same time, and Murong Nuo's punch hit the corner of Luo Zhiyuan's eye, and the corner of his mouth was also colored.

Taking advantage of Luo Zhiyuan's blurred eyes and empty head, Murong Nuo raised his long legs and kicked him fiercely in his lower abdomen, Luo Zhiyuan squatted down and stepped back at the same time, his shoulder was still kicked, and he grinned in pain.

Murong Nuo chased after him and swung his fist, but Luo Zhiyuan grabbed his fist and pulled it forward, both of them fell to the ground, Luo Zhiyuan pressed the back of Murong Nuo's neck, and his elbow hit him on the back hard, Murong Nuo snorted, obviously hurting.

......

The onlookers were stunned!

Is this the so-called love and killing?

Should they watch the play silently? Or should you inform Marshal Murong that his son has been beaten?

One of the aunts seemed to see through the minds of this group of people, and said loudly: "The marshal's son was only seven years old back then, and he had a fight with a classmate, and some people hurriedly went to inform the marshal and the marshal's wife, and guess what the marshal said?" ”

Under everyone's attention, the aunt was satisfied, and continued: "The marshal asked, did you win?" ”

The eldest sisters and aunts made up that picture, understood the essence of it, and continued to watch the play with satisfaction.

It's just that no matter how good the play is, there is an end, the master has made a move, it is a matter of winning and losing between the back and forth, Murong Nuo and Luo Zhiyuan are not the relationship between life and death, the eldest sisters and aunts have only gossiped for a while, and the two have already made many moves, although they have not made a dead move, they are also the kind of tricks that are ruthless and will never release water.

Wounded a thousand enemies, eight hundred self-inflicted, that's what the two of them are talking about.

If you don't fight, how can you vent your anger, how can you continue to be a good friend calmly?

Men's friendship is so strange.

The two of them made a lot of moves, Luo Zhiyuan's back was throbbing, Murong Nuo's fingers were also hurting badly, and the clothes of both of them were wet with sweat and stuck to their bodies, revealing obvious abdominal muscle lines, which made a group of feast their eyes, and then they both fell to the ground weakly.

Murong Nuo moved his aching fingers, the corners of his mouth were so painful that he could only make a slight gasping sound, frowned and glanced at Luo Zhiyuan, and still threw the space button painted with blue grass in his space to him.

Luo Zhiyuan's back twitched and hurt, and he wanted to lie on the ground and sleep fiercely immediately, but he still grabbed it firmly when the foreign object approached him.

"Mecha?" Luo Zhiyuan's voice was still as calm as water, but it was a little lower and tired.

"Hmmm! The dual-purpose of physical skills and mental power was made by Yuanyuan herself. Murong Nuo was also tired enough, but as soon as Luo Yuanyuan was mentioned, his cold voice turned out to be a little warmer, like the tip of an iceberg melting.

Luo Zhiyuan held the small space button tightly, feeling that his life was complete, and it was not impossible to fight with Murong Nuo again. (To be continued.) )