Chapter Eighty-Five: Fake Punching?

Yang Changhong looked at No. 88, who was approaching him step by step, lying on the ground and coughing desperately, his heart was desolate.

Is it true that I don't have a chance?

"Come on! Number 135, come on! ”

He suddenly heard a voice, the first one that made him cheer, not the one that died.

Yang Changhong looked at No. 88 in front of him and felt that it didn't seem to be so difficult.

He propped himself up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Number 88 was a little annoyed by his movements, and punched him in the head with his right hand.

He remembered his old ......

I saw No. 135 leaning over, grabbed No. 88's right fist with both hands, approached No. 88, and instantly attacked No. 88's neck, and his knee pushed against No. 88's stomach.

This may seem like an easy operation, but it requires skill and speed.

Xia Weiliang and the goblin glanced at each other, and then turned their heads to look at the ring.

Number 88 was lying on the ground struggling.

"Number 88, hurry up!"

"No. 88, you can't beat this little thin man......"

"Number 88, get up for me and kill him!"

“......”

"When the time comes, the 135th wins." The bunny girl came to the stage and took 100,000 cash to No. 135, and No. 135 held 100,000 in his arms tightly.

"What!?" The people in the audience were very dissatisfied, there was no blood spatter, there was no life and death without you, and No. 135 won like this.

"Fake boxing in the ring!"

"Yes, fake boxing in the ring!"

"Return the money! Refund! "There aren't many people who can sit in the audience who are really short of money, but because they didn't see the good fights, they lost their money.

They came here to release pressure, not to make themselves more aggrieved.

"If there is really any guest who thinks that it is a fake boxing, he can come to the stage to challenge No. 135, of course, you have to pay 100,000 yourself, as for whether No. 135 should be lowered, it is also his right."

The bunny girl's words fell, but few people came on stage, not to mention whether she could win the fight for the time being, this came to power, wouldn't it be fun for others to see?

Seeing that no one was making any more trouble, the bunny girl invited the next group again.

"Let's go."

"Okay."

"Fairy, where is this going?"

"Take you to eat."

The goblin took Xia Weiliang and didn't know how many detours he had to make before he reached the exit.

It's a hot pot restaurant.

Walking out of the hot pot restaurant, you will see the dim lights and the bustling sea of people.

The smell of good food fills the air, and the clamor of hawkers fills the air.

"I didn't expect that there is such a place in the imperial capital?" The fairy had a smile on his face, a kind of easy smile.

The masks of the goblin and Xia Weiliang have been taken, and the goblin and Xia Weiliang at this time are like rushing to the dance party but strayed here.

"Let's go, I'll take you to eat skewers." The goblin took Xia Weiliang's hand and squeezed into the crowd.

After a while, we arrived at a small but crowded barbecue stand.

"Uncle Li, Aunt Zhou, it's still the same as before, come with two copies."

The proprietress of the barbecue stall glanced up, lowered her head and fiddled with the skewers in her hand, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, "Yao girl, you brought a friend, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

"yes, I've missed you so much."

"I don't think I'm thinking about us, I'm thinking about barbecue."

"Rounding up is just missing you."

"Hahaha, okay, you guys wait a while, and then you can sit down when there is a seat."

"Okay."

The goblin waited patiently aside, but Xia Weiliang was hooked and was about to drool, and then looked at the people who had eaten and ordered and ordered after eating, Xia Weiliang had deep doubts about whether he could eat.

"Don't worry, their business here has been so good."

"Hmm."

"Sister Yao!?" With a bit of uncertainty and surprise.

Xia Weiliang turned his head and saw three teenagers coming over.