Of course, there is a more important reason for this, that is, Zhou Han's expression of not wanting to let the woman next to him suffer the slightest grievance or injury unconsciously evokes an unpleasant memory that Ge Yunfei once wanted to try to forget.

In that vague memory fragment that is about to be forgotten, there seems to be such a girl, who is treated by Ge Yunfei as the only guardian in his heart. He loves her, protects her, loves her, loves her, holds her in the palm of his hand for fear of breaking it in his mouth for fear of melting, he always rushes in front of her for the first time when he encounters danger, and when he encounters trouble, he is always on call when she needs it, just like an ivy guarding next to the rose, he shelters her from the wind and rain, and provides her with a peaceful and carefree life.

However, the heavens do not seem to like to see good things last forever, and happiness is always short-lived, like an epiphany, blooming and withering only for a moment, and after a moment, it is a long withering and scattering. On that day, the sky in Jiangcheng was slightly desolate, chaotic, and gloomy, Ge Yunfei met her in Zhongshan Park, the only one in Jiangcheng that covers an area of hundreds of acres, and hugged her with others.

"I'm sorry, Yunfei, you are so good to me, with you, I feel too much pressure" At the first glance of Ge Yunfei, her face instantly turned pale and bloodless, but in an instant, she returned to normal, and bravely took the man's hand, walked in front of Ge Yunfei step by step, lowered her head and sighed. Well, this sentence seems to have become a common technical term for men and women who split legs.

Since that day, Ge Yunfei has begun to fall step by step. Once upon a time, he Ge Yunfei was also a top man in the eyes of teachers, a pacesetter envied by students, a filial son in the hearts of his parents, and a righteous brother who loved friends.

Today, Zhou Han and Shangguan Yu'er, two innocent men and women who have obviously not been poisoned by the big dye vat of society, can't help but remind him of his ignorant boyhood. Therefore, he sincerely said those heartfelt words to Zhou Han, and regarded Zhou Han as a respectable opponent. And Zhou Han finally did not disappoint him.

"Please!" Stroking the hem of the shirt that had just been wrinkled due to the fierce battle, Zhou Han stretched out his right hand and raised it.

A word of invitation is undoubtedly the fuse that ignited the final battle between the two sides.

Ge Yunfei's chest was full of depression, and he had nowhere to vent, and Zhou Han's appearance could just serve as a punching bag for him to vent his anger. I saw that he was angry with his feet, making a golden rooster with one foot, turning his sand fist into a palm knife with both hands, and with a muffled snort, the whole person was like a flat boat swaying with the waves, with majestic energy fluctuations, directly hitting Zhou Han's forehead, face and chest.

This trick is to gossip and scatter hands, with a total of winding, sticking, leading, picking, hooking, hitting, knocking, and pointing, which is a trick that Ge Yunfei learned from a sloppy old Taoist priest when he was a child. It is said that the sloppy Taoist priest who could be called half of Ge Yunfei's teacher once set a record of winning the championship of the Chinese martial arts league for three consecutive years with this gossip and scattering hands, and won the glorious title of 'martial arts idiot'.

The focus is to bind the enemy's hands and feet with sticky and drawn, and when the opponent's attack and defense are lost, then suddenly attack, point, hook, pick, knock five quick attacks, do not give the other party a chance to breathe, break through the opponent's defense line in one fell swoop, and finally completely subdue the opponent. This move can be said to be Ge Yunfei's ability to press the bottom of the box, before meeting Zhou Han, he had been at an absolute disadvantage against the enemy many times, so he successfully turned the tables.

"Presumably this time will be no exception!" Ge Yunfei narrowed his eyes slightly, shaking his whole body like a vibrating sieve, shaking his hands and feet like a snake, and exerting the word entanglement trick to the extreme.

Half a meter, twenty centimeters, ten centimeters and five centimeters, Ge Yunfei's twisted hands were getting closer and closer to Zhou Han's front door, and he could even clearly feel the temperature coming from Zhou Han's temples on the left and right.

I don't know if it's out of illusion, at the moment when Ge Yunfei's left and right index fingers were about to touch Zhou Han's skin, it seemed to see the corners of Zhou Han's thin lips suddenly pick up, and a trace of unfathomable smirk escaped.

"The enemy's killing move is about to come, and instead of the slightest timid and panicked move, this kid actually showed an expression of confidence." Intuition told Ge Yunfei that there must be something wrong with this. It's a pity that his word-hitting duel has already been shot, and it is impossible to take it back.

"Smack!" The index finger pointed at Zhou Han, as if hitting the iron stone, instead of Ge Yunfei's expected big boy with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, the temple was hit by himself, but the sharp pain from his fingertips made Ge Yunfei can't help but snort miserably.

Ge Yunfei staggered back half a step, and the gossip was forced to stop, and the remaining five types were declared stillborn in an instant. That's not all, at the moment when he snorted and flew back, Zhou Han, who was originally in a defensive state, suddenly turned his fist into a palm like a cannonball injected with divine power, and rushed towards him who had not yet stood firm on his heels.

Zhou Han's knife was like a pair of invisible palm knives, cutting horizontally and vertically, cutting at Ge Yunfei's jaw and forehead respectively.

Immovable as a mountain, such as an abyss, such as a mountain, such as a mountain, such as a wave of ancient wells; It moves like the wind, like a shower, like thunder, like a raging wave. It was precisely because Zhou Han's palm knife appeared without warning, it seemed to be a fast palm, but it was slow and elusive, so Ge Yunfei, who had been cultivating for nearly twenty years, instantly felt helpless and broke out in a cold sweat.

Almost subconsciously, Ge Yunfei suddenly raised his hands at the moment of lightning and fire, blocking Zhou Han's volley of palm knives. In fact, how did he know that with Zhou Han's current negotiator's realm, it was completely enough to kill him in seconds, and it was difficult to live with Zhou Han.

It's easy to admit defeat generously, and the faster you lose, the less pressure you have. If Zhou Han came up and solved Ge Yunfei with one move, then Ge Yunfei could directly admit defeat with a heroic and tragic song. And what Zhou Han wants is this kind of slow way of competing, so that Ge Yunfei can slowly feel the pressure getting bigger and bigger.

Waiting means suffering, this kind of suffering is becoming more and more unbearable, Ge Yunfei's face is no longer able to maintain the calmness just now, the pressure gradually began to impact Ge Yunfei's psychological defense, and Ge Yunfei's heart slowly began to produce cowardice.

"Bang!" In less than a second, as if it had been a century, the palms and arms were struck, Ge Yunfei was like being struck by lightning, his body shook sharply a few times, and he staggered back three steps again, but he finally lost this pressure. (To be continued.) )