Man is better than man than dead.

The other two Qin Mo have become directors of the Asian branch, or have their own cities.

Strategize and command the world.

And the rest of Qin Mo.

But squatting in the gym to practice iron.

"Hey!" "Hey!"

Qin Mo raised it twice in a row, and the barbell plate trembled slightly in the up and down, which was not a good phenomenon, indicating that the little arm holding it was already shaking.

Sure enough, with a bang, the barbell fell to the ground, and another person was padded on it.

Qin Mo tilted his head and gasped for breath, while picking up the notebook and looking at the words left by Qu Yao.

'Qin Mo, you have to go to the gym from tomorrow. ’

'Do you like the hormonal type, no problem!' ’

'It's not for the body, it's for the physique, the speed, the explosiveness. ’

'Why? ’

'Evie's civilized people are coming, I can feel it, exercise well, maybe it will be useful. ’

"Can't you wait for you to resume practicing in the Zero Realm, one second for a day, it's much more efficient." ’

'No, the Zero Realm can only contain your spirit, and the physical body cannot enter. ’

‘………………’

'What's wrong?' ’

'It's okay! I'm going to practice now! ’

"Brother Mo, it's amazing, the number of lifts has changed from one to two, and it has doubled in an instant!"

Yang Tianming flattered, still wearing the drug-filled body armor, "At this rate, double and double, and you will soon be able to train an endosteroid body." ”

"." Qin Mo wanted to lift the barbell and smash Yang Tianming to death.

It's a pity that it can't be moved.

It's useless to practice like this, it is said on TV that the two ambassadors of Earth 2 will arrive in half a month, if they are really a pair of zombie tyrants from Silent Ridge with a chainsaw in their hands, what is the difference between escaping ten meters and twenty meters?

To put it bluntly, I just came here to please Qu Yao.

The fitness freaks around each crooked their tongues and ravaged all kinds of fitness equipment with their might, as if they had robbed their wives.

Well, if you think about it, they did take away a lot of people's wives.

Zhong Sen's comrades were not there, neither were Lilith's classmates, and some of the fitness maniacs were Tongmason bodyguards, while others were not.

I wonder if it counts as opening an assassination window for the killer now?

Qin Mo sat up and looked out the window, hoping to find a faint point of light return like another Qin Mo, and then dodge it in style.

The pigeon by the window glanced at Qin Mo with disdain, then spread its wings and flew away.

Nothing else.

Ay.

Haosheng has never looked for him alone since he had lunch with Qin Mo, he only appeared in the modern philosophy class, and the content of the class is no longer brilliant, just reading according to the book.

Qin Mo still couldn't figure out what Haosheng's status was now, he said that he and Lilith were both opened by the Tongmasons Association, but it was obvious that the members of the Tongmason Society, including Zhong Sen, still obeyed him.

Once Qin Mo saw Zhong Sen chatting with Haosheng on the playground, he looked at Haosheng with the same expression as Qin Mo looked at him.

Reverence.

This may be the absolute loyalty that comes with the so-called charisma.

Not far away, the constant sound of 'hum, ha, hey' came, Qin Mo turned his head to look and found that in the ring next to him, two stinky men were playing free fighting.

One of them was actually Feng Yao, a Guangdong boy who was in the same dormitory as Qin Mo.

I saw him wearing a traditional kung fu costume and blindfolded! The foreign strong man ** who was three circles on the opposite side slowly circled his upper body and slowly circled behind Feng Yao without moving, and then suddenly turned his right fist.

Damn, it's so unsportsmanlike.

At the last moment, Feng Yao tilted his head slightly to the left, narrowly avoiding the strong man's right hook.

Wing Chun Listen Bridge!

Feng Yaozhen was in the posture of a Wing Chun grandmaster, avoiding the raindrops of fists by a fraction of a millimeter, seeing the opportunity, his hands were in one place, and the foreign elite man suddenly lost his balance.

Just when Qin Mo thought that he would be able to see what he would see next, Feng Yao suddenly rose into the air and sent the strong man into the dead corner of the ring with a spinning side kick.

Jeet Kune Do!

The sturdy man turned around, shook politely for a while, and then piled up on the ground like rags.

Damn, Brother Xiaolong's side kick doesn't have this power.

Qin Mo was dumbfounded, and all he thought about was whether to invite Feng Yao for casserole porridge with oysters or Chaoshan hot pot with bullwhip for supper tonight.

"Hey, Qin Mo, you're here!"

Feng Yao pulled off his eyes and greeted warmly, more than a month has passed, and his Mandarin is a little less ordinary.

The foreign man had been dragged away by his companions.

"Awesome, Brother Yao, it turns out that you don't just eat chicken, you are proficient in everything."

"It's okay, in terms of fighting level, I'm above average among my classmates, do you want to come up and play with two hands?"

Qin Mo raised his nose and said arrogantly: "Hey, it's not me bragging, I'm fighting you at my level, and I promise that within three seconds, I will let you kneel down and beg me not to die." ”

Feng Yao looked at Qin Mo's small body and nodded understandingly, and then asked Yang Tianming, who was trembling on the side, "That brother of the contract, do you want to come up and try it?" ”

"Good, good, good idea!"

Qin Mo hurriedly replied, while enthusiastically helping Yang Tianming take off his body armor.

During this time, these two goods lived in Tomson's house with Qin Mo very shamelessly, and their life style was described as erosive, and they were all weak chickens.

Yesterday, Qin Mo rarely returned home, and found that the door of the house was plastered with all kinds of small notes, both good and bad.

'Disturb the people! ''Beasts are not as good as beasts!'' ''the madman!'' ''My brother Yang in society, I don't have many good words! ’

The last sentence was actually written on the pennant.

Well, it's all bad.

After entering the door, Qin Mo immediately tripped over the leopard-print panties on the ground, and smashed the empty wine bottle of 82-year-old Lafite with his left hand.

After getting up and jumping past the steel pipes, dry ice fogger and neon spotlights in the living room, he came to the bedroom and saw eight or nine hands and feet on the floor entangled, and he couldn't tell which hand was his or hers.

Or is its...

Ganglun is gone!

Qin Mo covered his eyes and rushed into the toilet, only to find that it was even more filthy than the bedroom.

The faucet is not turned off, the leather pipe is driven by the water pressure, the snake is dancing wildly, next to it, the waterbed, the mysterious small bench, the waterproof camera, everything is available, and the giant peach-shaped dent on the washing machine is shocking.

Forget about these two dead balls!

With such an idea, Qin Mo pushed Yang Tianming into the ring.

Then, sit in a chair, ask for a glass of kiwi juice, and wait with Jiro's legs crossed to watch Ultraman fight the little monster.

In the ring, Yang Tianming's legs were stuck in the ground like sugar cane, and he couldn't move a single penny, so he could only watch Feng Yao gradually approach with his hands behind his back.

"Forget it, look at your first time, I'll bury my hands and feet, and stick my tongue into you to death."

Hearing this, Qin Mo immediately took out his mobile phone and prepared to shoot.

Then, the notebook on the table opened automatically, as if it had been blown open by the wind.

There is no wind here, Qu Yao has something to say.

"Qin Mo, I think you can try to go up and fight, I'm looking forward to your demeanor in the ring." ’

"Who's that, get out of here, such an exciting thing, let me come!"