Yu Zhiwei, who was wearing armor, had just come out of the military tent when he saw his brother throwing something at him.

Don't think about it, it must be her pear flower gun, Yu Zhiwei reached out and caught it.

Yu Jingning didn't wait for her to catch it, so she shouted, "Be careful." After that, he stabbed towards Yu Zhiwei's façade, fast and ruthless, leaving no emotion at all, so that people couldn't hide.

The tips of their spears were wrapped in thick cloth, and they couldn't hurt anyone without accident.

Seeing Yu Jingning's lance rushing towards him, Yu Zhiwei couldn't dodge, leaned back, and flashed over with an iron plate bridge. Then, while Yu Jingning's lance that was piercing forward had not been withdrawn, his entire waist and back were twisted into a force, and he raised his leg and kicked it upward.

Lance Feng was kicked by her, and he deviated from the direction, and Yu Zhiwei was about to flip back, one of his heels fell to the ground, and the pear flower gun in his hand shook and caught Yu Jingning's falling horse lance, raising his leg and kicking him in the chest.

Yu Jingning had a lot of strength, grabbed the lance with one hand and pressed it down, Yu Zhiwei's two little arms immediately trembled, and the other hand still had a chance to clasp her thin ankle.

Yu Zhiwei's childish skills are demanding, and the little girl can only have an effect when she practices - the height requirement is to be thin and small. In addition, she has a great intention of taking her kung fu lightness to the extreme, there is no flesh on her body at all, and her ankles are not as thick as Yu Jingning's arms. Yu Jingning felt it when she pinched it like this, and her brows furrowed, feeling that she was about to crush Yu Zhiwei's ankle.

Yu Zhiwei was not idle when his ankle was buckled, taking advantage of his brother's kung fu, he bent his knees and borrowed force from his hand, and the whole person flew up, and the other leg was on Yu Jingning's neck.

Originally, the practice of guns became hand-to-hand combat, and the next step should have been to strangle the person's neck with the knee joint, support the ground with a spear, and throw the person out with the strength of the waist. But this action is ambiguous, these two people are young, even if they are separated by extremely thick clothes in winter, the brother and sister are all stunned, and they don't dare to move.

Yu Zhiwei's body is the unique smell of Shizifu, a clean soapy smell after washing clothes, but it is a little different, with a unique body fragrance of a girl. Yu Jingning, who was riding on her neck, tightened her face and turned red, even if it was separated by a layer of cotton pants and a layer of pants, he felt that the body temperature on Yu Zhiwei's legs was on the side of his neck and ears - and the neck and ears were extremely sensitive places, the taste could be imagined.

Yu Jingning was agitated several times, and almost bit off his tongue in a trembling state: "You...... You come down for me. ”

Yu Zhiwei, who stopped suddenly, couldn't even grasp his gun steadily, and the gun fell to the ground and let out a scream. Yu Jingning didn't dare to touch her, let alone hold one, without the support of the gun, one leg was wrapped around Yu Jingning's neck, and the other leg was curled up and buckled in his hand, which was not stable at all. Yu Zhiwei was afraid that he would fall from Yu Jingning's body, and he didn't dare to hug his head, so Yu Jingning didn't have a hood, so he had to pull his hair, and the whole person was embarrassed and almost cried: "You let go of my feet first!" ”

A pair of young men and women, who were originally dominant, completely fell back to zero from IQ to kung fu at this moment.

Yu Jingning reacted at this time, and found that he was still pinching Yu Zhiwei's ankle in his hurry, and he was still nervous and clamped hard, and hurriedly let go.

But Yu Zhiwei was let go of his ankle, he was also panicked and confused, his brain seemed to have been trampled by Wu Liangha's iron horse one hundred and eighty times, and he suddenly didn't know how to go down, and for a while he seemed to be extremely afraid of being planted from Yu Jingning, so the other leg was also on his shoulder.

Yu Jingning: The "......" problem has not been solved, but has become more serious.

Two brainless people stood in the cold wind for a long time in a strange shape.

Finally, Yu Zhiwei trembled and spoke with a crying voice: "Big brother, you ...... You crouch down ......"

Yu Jingning couldn't think at all at this time, so he had to squat down according to Yu Zhiwei's words. This posture is extremely easy to fall, and Yu Jingning didn't dare to reach out to protect her and hug it, ten fingers pressed against the fish scale armor on her body as if playing, and the palms of her hands were hollow.

Where can I hold this, it all depends on Yu Zhiwei to support himself with the strength on his waist, and he feels that his backbone is about to break.

Finally, Yu Zhiwei saw the ground.

She didn't care about her posture and lightness, she directly touched the ground with the noble buttocks of the eldest girl of the Yu family, and stepped back with both hands, and then got off Yu Jingning's shoulders.

Yu Jingning even thought that Yu Zhiwei could turn over with a harrier and directly break his neck.

Then the two of them squatted and sat one by one, and they couldn't slow down for a long time, and they were a little more embarrassed than just after retreating from the enemy.

After a while, Yu Jingning recovered from his sluggishness, his face turned from red to black, his whole face collapsed, and he said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry...... I ......" He didn't know what to say, and his thoughts were stuck in his throat.

Yu Zhiwei waved his hand: "No, no, no, it's because I can't stand you...... I'm ...... "she" and "I" haven't made a difference for a long time, and I feel so embarrassed that I even curl up my toes.

Not only her, but the whole atmosphere was so awkward that it was cold and risky to condense into substance, and wrung out the water downward.

Yu Jingning typed the draft three times, and then he barely managed to say a complete sentence: "You...... You go back and rest, and I'll go and see how their enemy is doing. "After that, he jumped up, five or six points sharper than the usual fight, and ran away, almost running away.

Lisuo is Lisuo, but the posture of escaping is not normal, and the limbs don't know who should go first and who comes after, in short, they are sorted in a mess, and they almost trip over themselves.

Running and running, Yu Jingning finally stopped, biting her lip abnormally.

He was just getting closer, but he really heard Yu Zhiwei's heartbeat—denser than the drumbeat on the upper floor when the enemy attacked.

Then, he raised his hand and gave himself a slap alive, as if he wanted to slap out the youthful feelings that had just been grinding on his sideburns and neck.

I don't know if I fanned it out or not, anyway, I fanned it too hard, my ears rang, and all the buzzing finally became Yu Zhiwei's heartbeat.

Maybe it could be his own heartbeat.

Jumping tightly.

For some reason, the heartbeats of these two people inexplicably merged into one at such a very awkward moment.

And they shouldn't have had a heart.

Yu Zhiwei sat on the ground with his knees crossed, his horse lance and her pear spear scattered on the ground, and her eyes began to be crazy pantothenic acid.

Yu Jingning is afraid that she will never teach her in person in the future, and she will never learn from her again.