Chapter Ninety-Nine: Similarities

Through these coincidences with a hint of providence, Han Miao has already accepted the fact that Wang Yonghuan is his future husband from his heart. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

So this originally spicy and beautiful little woman saw her future mother-in-law, that is, Wang Yonghuan's mother. For her future and future happiness, Han Miao is energetic and high-spirited, the one with a small mouth can say, that is sweet, and she has simply used all her strength.

From this point of view, it also fully shows that Han Miao's satisfaction with Wang Yonghuan, the righteous brother and future husband, is quite high, or she would not have entered the role of "daughter-in-law" in advance.

When Han Miao saw her mother say this, although her shy face was so red that she was about to drip water, her hands were not modest at all, and her movements were not slow at all. From this point alone, Han Miao and Wang Yonghuan are extremely similar, that is, shame is shame, embarrassment is embarrassment, but the things that should be taken will never be let go.

As soon as her mother's words were finished, Han Miao stretched out her hands and took the jade bracelet that her mother handed her, and said thank you vigorously.

But her big eyes that could talk involuntarily "floated" to Wang Yonghuan, and she "said" proudly, "Sample, look where you are running".

In this way, when Wang Yonghuan was about to enter his first year of high school and longed for a big forest, there was one more person who took care of her, and this management was a lifetime.

After having a reception luncheon at noon, the second grandfather returned to the room to rest for a while, and then the second grandfather took Wang Yonghuan, Han Tianlong, and Han Miao to the training base.

Wang Yonghuan was still strange in his heart, why did the second grandfather bring them to the training base? After entering the base, the second grandfather said it simply, and Wang Yonghuan understood what was going on.

It turned out that Han Tianlong knew that he had kung fu behind him, so he wanted to teach Wang Yonghuan a few tricks of the Han family's mastery - Tianlong Sanshou. After all, although the possibility of Wang Yonghuan's future son-in-law cannot be 100 percent, there is still a probability of 70 or 80 percent. Besides, from the perspective of the second grandfather, it is also appropriate to teach a few tricks and self-defense.

Coming to the middle of the training base, Han Tianlong said to Wang Yonghuan solemnly: "Huanzi, I heard that the second uncle said that your skills have reached the advanced level of the Yellow Stage, but there are still great deficiencies in your moves. In this way, you and Miao Miao practice a few tricks, let me see how your actual combat level is? Your Sister Miaomiao's skills are Intermediate in the Yellow Section, although the level is one level lower than you, but don't underestimate your Sister Miaomiao, her actual combat experience and moves are still good. Yesterday it was a lack of concentration that allowed the Assassins to take advantage of the loophole, or it wasn't like that. ”

Han Tianlong then said to Han Miao: "Miaomiao, you and Huan Zi have a sparring session, you directly use Tianlong to scatter your hands, but you must control your strength, you know?" ”

"Don't worry, Dad, I will be merciful to my younger brother's subordinates", Han Miao replied to Han Tianlong with a grin.

"Be merciful to my subordinates, I'm a high-level invincible in the Yellow Section, and you're a Yellow Rank Intermediate in showing mercy to me, isn't that a joke?" Wang Yonghuan, who was muttering in his heart, casually took Han Miao's words and said: "Sister Miaomiao, you don't have to show mercy to your subordinates, it should be me who shows mercy to your subordinates, don't worry, I won't do my best." ”

Looking at Wang Yonghuan's rooster-like pride, Han Miao couldn't help but smile and said, "Okay, that Huanzi, I'll attack you with all my might, and you can't wipe your nose if you lose." ”

"Wipe your nose, you don't know who wipes your nose? Just let the horses come. ”

Wang Yonghuan's standard Huang Feihong starting style, which he learned from the movie, feels very handsome and cool. I saw that this stinky boy's right hand was copied from the bottom up, and his left hand was still pretending to flick the back of the non-existent long shirt. If you look at it from a side angle, how do you look at it, how can this stinky boy look like a crab crawling on the beach, and he is the kind of person who dies for the sake of being handsome.

When Han Tianlong saw Wang Yonghuan's action, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile. In a slightly lower voice, he told Han Miao again, "Miaomiao, you can do it lightly." ”

Han Miao's little face was as low as water, pretending not to hear what her father said. With a strong smack, his body moved with the sound, and his right foot kicked Wang Yonghuan's face with a fragrant wind.

Seeing this, Wang Yonghuan was not in a hurry, his right foot retreated slightly, his hands were raised horizontally, his elbows protruded forward, and he made a move of "Carmen rejection" to block Han Miao's right foot.

However, Han Miao's right foot kick was actually a false move, the right foot kicked instantly, his body turned slightly, and his left fist slammed out. Halfway through the fist, the palm turned forward, the palm tip moved sideways, and slapped five palms at Wang Yonghuan's head and chest in a swift and illusory manner. The palms are connected, the wind and the wind are swinging, and a cloud of energy is roaring, steaming, and tumbling between the palms.

The palm wind and clouds were accompanied by gusts of cold wind, and a dragon head with an open mouth and roaring roared was formed between the whistling, and Wang Yonghuan rushed towards him. And Han Miao's right index finger and middle finger were advancing in the left palm, and the telescopic hook and hook were connected three times forward.

Like meteors, like lightning, fast and flickering, shining double crystals appeared one after another, just like the eyes of a dragon, straight to the three big points on Wang Yonghuan's head and chest, Han Miao shouted coquettishly: "The finishing touch."

Facing the illusory, ethereal and wild dragon head and dragon eyes in front of him, Wang Yonghuan had no move in his mind to resist. This is like meeting a child with a bayonet, knowing that the opponent's strength is not great, but when a knife strikes, its sharp blade is not at all something that his own flesh fist can resist.

There was no way, Wang Yonghuan had no choice but to activate the speed of the talent mysterious attribute Xun, a step back, and slid backwards to be three meters away.

Han Miao saw that Wang Yonghuan was retreating, and he didn't change his moves, he still attacked him with a "finishing touch", and in the face of the same attack, Wang Yonghuan still couldn't resist. He carefully recalled all the moves that Wu Chong taught a few days ago, but none of them could solve the "finishing touch" in front of him, so he had to withdraw and retreat.

Han Miao had already guessed that Wang Yonghuan was going to retreat, and Tianlong San's hand "Seeing the dragon in the wild" was violently advanced, his head leaned forward, his feet kicked back, and his body incredibly turned into an oblique forward "one" shape in an instant. Exhaled and said, "Hey", the whole body instantly moved forward three meters away, and caught up with Wang Yonghuan at once.

Before Wang Yonghuan could react, the "Dragon Trapped Shoal" in Tianlong San's hand suddenly struck. With both feet paused, his body teleported, and his body was divided into four, appearing around Wang Yonghuan in the blink of an eye. Each figure was illusory and real, and in the lightning, they each kicked Wang Yonghuan three times in a row.

The right foot is connected to the left foot, the left foot pushes the right foot, the feet and feet are linked, the legs and legs become the wind, connected into a line, gathered into a piece, and gushed into a surface, and the twelve legs form a wild and mighty ocean of feet and legs.