"Shocking!"

Every time I hear Zhang Xiaoshuai call himself like this, Ye Jinghong is always a little unspeakably unnatural, not annoying, just a little unsuitable for such intimacy, speaking of which from childhood to adulthood, there are really not many people who dare to call her like this, and when Zhang Xiaoshuai first calls himself like this, his attitude is so natural that he can't do it, that kindness is even closer than her own mother, and there is no sense of disobedience at all.

"Your kung fu is so good, I don't know if there is a kind of life-saving moves that are 'quick to get started', 'low threshold' and 'don't have too many requirements for the body', how many hands can you teach to your brother?"

Seeing that Ye Jinghong was still looking at him, and he didn't answer for a long time, Zhang Xiaoshuai had to explain again.

"Zhao Jinguang committed suicide by slitting his wrists in prison and is now on medical parole at the central hospital."

Smart people have always been thorough, although Ye Jinghong is not deeply involved in the world, but obviously not stupid at all, hearing Zhang Xiaoshuai say this, she instantly understood, remembering the dagger raised by the person last time, Ye Jinghong was startled in a cold sweat for no reason, what if...... If only it was a little later......

Damn it!

"These idiots."

Zhang Xiaoshuai naturally knew who Ye Jinghong was scolding, but compared with her, he obviously thought deeper, since ancient times, officials and bandits are a family, no matter how jealous and hateful Lin Kun is, it can only represent a small number of people and forces, not that the world is black and white, but only a very small number of people dare to fight to the death against the dark forces, and the vast majority of people have to make ends meet and support their families, which is not comparable to Lin Kun's singleton spirit.

As for Zhao Jinguang in prison, how can he still get a sharp weapon and successfully commit suicide by cutting his wrists, Zhang Xiaoshuai is not interested in knowing at all, as long as he has money and a way to do it these days, what can't he do? All he had to think about was how to save his life in every possible way, he didn't even need to do anything, as long as he lived longer than those eight calves, it was already the biggest victory.

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After dinner, Ye Jinghong carefully examined Zhang Xiaoshuai, and saw that he played a set of military body boxing that couldn't even be called flower boxing and embroidered legs, so he commented earnestly:

"Your physical foundation is too poor to learn anything."

Depend on! It's too hurtful, can you still have a good chat?

"But fortunately, the flexibility is still successful, but unfortunately the strength is really lacking, and the fists and legs are embroidered, and they are vulnerable."

Your sister! Can we still be friends? To tell the truth, there has to be a limit, I really don't have her to hit people so hard, right?

"Before going down the mountain, Uncle Nine was researching a drug, seeing blood to seal his throat, he would die when he touched it, the body of the deceased would not rot, his face would be the same, and after staying for 7749 days, he would be invulnerable, invulnerable, invincible, and brave, maybe you can try."

Zhang Xiaoshuai flipped the table on the spot (╯‵□′) ╯(┻━┻

"Ye Jinghong, if you want to kill Lao Tzu, you can just say it."

You dare to fool Lao Tzu into taking poison as a zombie, you little white-eyed wolf with no conscience, Lao Tzu really hurts you in vain, but... Anyway, what kind of sect is she? is also studying this kind of yin poison, why does it sound like a cult? Terrible to say!

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Laughing and laughing, making trouble, Ye Jinghong can't really persuade Zhang Xiaoshuai to take poison and commit suicide.

"You have good physical flexibility, and your endurance is okay, practice well, and you will probably be able to pass a few moves under our disciples guarding the mountain gate......

Although Ye Jinghong's words are not welcome, but she is very reliable in doing things, seeing her dig out two daggers from the strange skin bag last time, Zhang Xiaoshuai can basically be completely surprised.

"For you."

Zhang Xiaoshuai stretched out his hand to take the dagger, held it in the palm of his hand, and played carefully, the dagger is very delicate, the color is dark, restrained and hidden murder, men rarely like knives, although Zhang Xiaoshuai is not a crazy lover, but at first glance I saw this pair of daggers, I still couldn't put it down and studied it repeatedly for a long time.

"Tsk! Good stuff! Are you really willing to give it to me? ”

This dagger doesn't seem to be very fancy, but as long as you have a little eyesight, you can see that it is definitely a superb knife, and the thumb is obsessed with the handle of the knife, Zhang Xiaoshuai's heart moved, and he immediately raised the dagger to look at the light.

On the handle of the cold bone, there are two rows of small characters engraved on the iron painting silver hook, the workmanship is slightly rough, but the brushwork is strong and powerful, the left hand is shocking, the right hand is shadowing, this dagger is obviously tailored for someone, and it seems to be of great significance.

"Don't just pay me back."

"Yes! Why not! The things sent out are still asking for back, you eldest lady is too shabby, right? ”

It doesn't matter who sent him, in short, now that it's in the hands of the master, it's all the master's things, who you love, not to mention the two daggers, even the people will be the master and mine in the future, no one should think about it anymore.

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Zhang Xiaoshuai admits that he has seen a lot of women, but someone like Ye Jinghong is really the only one, and there is no one.

At half past five in the morning, Zhang Xiaoshuai was sleeping and didn't know what night it was, so he was dragged and pulled up by Ye Jinghong, saying that a good day starts with morning exercises, and only by believing in her can she have ghosts, what does the little girl know? Morning 'exercise' is the best morning exercise, but unfortunately he has been guarding himself like a jade for 20 years, and he really hasn't met anyone who can compete with him for 'drill'.

"Zhang Xiaoshuai! You're distracted again! ”

With a delicate sound, the thin wicker came to the wind, and it was slammed on Zhang Xiaoshuai's back with a snap.

There is a small park near Zhang Xiaoshuai's house, although it is not how delicate and beautiful, but because it is built by the mountain, near the lake and the garden, it also occupies a natural and elegant beauty, he grew up here since he was a child, and he is very familiar with every grass and tree here, but like today, the morning fog is filled, and the morning color of the park is full of water vapor, he has not had the opportunity to see it before.

Thanks to Ye Jinghong's blessing, Zhang Xiaoshuai, who was forcibly dragged out of the door, was yawning all kinds of days, all kinds of sleepy eyes, in short, he almost hit the big tree on the side of the road several times, Ye Jinghong endured it once or twice, and finally couldn't help it, so he simply folded a wicker stick, but whenever he saw him distracted and sleepy, he did not hesitate to pull a wicker stick, and the crisp sound of the snap made Zhang Xiaoshuai's heart tremble.

"Zhang Xiaoshuai doesn't have a good physical strength as a foundation, you can't practice anything, do you understand?"

Practicing martial arts is like building a building, thousands of high-rise buildings rise from the ground, laying a good foundation is the top priority, Zhang Xiaoshuai is a monk halfway, and it is even more difficult to practice into a fire, but fortunately, he usually loves sports, and the overall physical quality is not bad, as long as he trains a little bit, self-protection should be fine.

"Your breathing method is not right, so you will only get tired more and more running, I will teach you a set of breathing formulas, you remember ......"

also ran around the park for ten laps, Zhang Xiaoshuai was already panting like a cow, his legs were like lead, but Ye Jinghong was still walking lightly, his face was as usual, Zhang Xiaoshuai peeked at her, but saw that her slender figure was almost completely hidden in the morning mist, which was really untouchable.

Wiping a handful of sweat beads on his head, Zhang Xiaoshuai didn't feel a lot of hatred in his heart, was there a mistake! A woman's physical strength is better than that of a man, so won't she be able to satisfy her in the future? Damn! I can't even satisfy my own woman, can I still call a man?

is the so-called: anger from the heart to the side of the guts, Zhang Xiaoshuai was already close to exhaustion, but at this moment suddenly hit the blood of the chicken in an instant full of blood resurrection, Ye Jinghong couldn't understand why he suddenly came back to the light, and wanted to ask, but saw that his long eyes were slightly narrowed, and he was smiling weirdly, so he immediately dispelled this stupid idea.