Fang Xu saw that the child's arm had wounds of different old and new, and the boy's father should have beaten him often.

Suddenly, the little boy bit his father hard, and the father let go of the boy because of the pain, and the boy tried to run away, but was grabbed by the terrible father in the calf.

The boy's father seemed to have exploded, like a ferocious beast in the dark.

He struck the boy harder with his stick, and the boy's screams of pain were louder than before.

Fang Xu wanted to step forward to rescue the little boy, but found that his body seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't move half a step.

In a panic, the little boy picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at his father.

"Boom-" sound, and the boy must have hit his father on the head.

The sudden pain caused the man to fall to the ground completely stiff like a sack of rice, and the stone hit his temple, bleeding profusely.

The man covered his head and cursed the little boy angrily.

Hearing the man's angry scolding, the little boy did not know where the great anger came from, this anger was a purely violent impulse, and there was no reason.

He threw himself on top of his father and stoned him in the face, all at once.

Somehow, the violent boy felt especially relieved when he saw the blood.

Until the man's body collapsed to the ground like a broken marionette, blood was gushing from his head, and he couldn't see his facial features clearly, and the boy was still smashing it one by one.

Fang Xu was frightened and wanted to say something to stop the little boy, but he couldn't make a sound in his mouth, he tried to step forward, but his body was still motionless, as if he was protesting, he could only watch the little boy do everything that was violent.

The little boy still couldn't stop roaring until he smashed it like he had no strength, and then he got out of the man's body.

At this moment, the man fell to the ground on his back, his face was blurred with blood, his body was no longer reacting, and the flowing blood soaked his clothes.

The little boy looked at the man's corpse calmly, indifferent, as if the man in front of him, who had become a corpse, had never been in contact with him.

If you don't really face death, you won't know what kind of heart you really have.

Fang Xu looked at the figure of the little boy, and suddenly felt that the little boy was very familiar and familiar. Just as he was wondering, the little boy slowly turned his face and smiled at him.

He was taken aback!

That little boy looks exactly like himself when he was a kid!

At this time, the siren sounded, and a patrol police car came from a distance.

Fang Xu suddenly felt very scared, this fear was not only the appearance of the little boy, but also the constantly flashing warning lights on the police car.

He is not afraid of red or blue, but when red and blue appear together, he is extremely afraid.

He wanted to call for help, but he couldn't make a sound, just felt a headache, and at the same time felt his feet jerk into the air, as if he had fallen into a bottomless pit, and kept falling.

"Ahh

He felt a little cold underneath him, so he stroked it, and it turned out to be the floor.

He fell from the bed and fell to the ground, knocking his head.

The more painful it is, the clearer the memory. The memories he usually sealed, but they have not faded at all.

"No, Song Chang, the friend you said turned out to be him." Sun Bo looked at the two of them alternately, "When did you two meet?" ”

"After I got from Winterfell to Windy City, I was thankful that he sent me home." Yang Zhexuan said, and at the same time raised his vigilance, "Song Chang, I didn't expect you to remember me, a friend who met in Pingshui." ”

"I'm sorry, I didn't entertain you well last time." He replied in a somewhat apologetic whisper.

"It's just a little thing, I don't pay attention to it." Yang Zhexuan felt that Song Chang was not as cold as before, and there was a hint of anger on his face.

"These are my treasured treasures, and I will take them out to entertain you today." On the table in front of them were some bartending utensils, ice buckets, and classic glasses.

The sandalwood shelves behind Yang Zhexuan display many famous wines.

"Song Chang," Sun Bo glanced at him, "It seems that we have a good day today." ”

"I don't drink."

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt to get to know it." Then he looked at Zhexuan, "What kind of wine are these?" It looks precious. ”

"Just some very ordinary liquors, like brandy, rum and so on."

"Brandy, I haven't drunk it, what's that?"

"Brandy is made from fruit."

"What about rum?"

"Using molasses as an ingredient is called rum."

"Zhexuan, you are so powerful, I don't know any of this, you can popularize it for me again."

"What uses grains as an ingredient is called whiskey, and what uses potatoes as an ingredient is called vodka...... I only know a thing or two, drinking, just having fun. ”

"I agree."

"Zhexuan," Song Chang, who had not spoken, began, "We came to you this time because we wanted to ask you about something. ”

What's the matter-Yang Zhexuan just wanted to speak, when he suddenly had an idea. Since Song Chang came uninvited, he had to make good use of this opportunity.

"You," he quipped, shaking his head, "I said you didn't come to me just to chatter. ”

Then, his gaze shifted to Song Chang: "But what will I talk about later, since I came back from Winter City, I feel that my hands and feet have degenerated, why don't we compete?" ”

"Zhexuan," Sun Bo said in a slightly accentuated tone, "Are you sure you want to compete with him?" He's won a prize in a previous competition, I'm afraid you'll ......."

"Afraid I'll lose badly? I've also made a lot of progress in the past two years, okay," his gaze looked at Song Chang again, "How about it, let's try it?" ”

"In that case, it's hard to be gracious." Song Chang actually wants to have a good fight with others, and remembers that the last time he practiced with others was a long time ago.

"Let's go, let's go to the hall, there's a big place."

The hall is spacious, the lighting is gorgeous and unassuming, and there are some chatting guests sitting inside.

After Yang Zhexuan invited them to sit down, he seemed to remember something: "I don't have any gloves here." ”

"It's good to have no gloves, so you can feel excited."

After Song Chang finished speaking, he found that the people who were chatting just now were all looking in their direction, and some of them were still a few steps forward, in order to be able to watch the play more conveniently.

"Zhexuan, I'm a little worried about you."

"Don't worry, Sun Bo, we're just playing." It was lighthearted, but the look in his eyes showed that he was serious about the game.

"How about Song Chang, are you ready?"

"Ready."

At this moment, the surrounding conversation was replaced by boos, people were holding their breath to watch the game, and there were many more people in the hall than before.

They politely saluted each other with fists, and then took up their fighting positions.

As the fight begins, a tense and exciting atmosphere spreads all around.

Song Chang took a defensive stance, Yang Zhexuan began to tentatively jab attacks, Song Chang easily resisted, and then the opponent hit with a low kick, Song Chang subconsciously raised his right leg to defend.

He noticed that Yang Zhexuan's speed and strength were very strong, and his strength could not be underestimated, and he couldn't see that this rich young master was also a person who had trained so hard.

Immediately afterwards, Song Chang played a set of combination punches, and the opponent didn't seem to be very good at defending this kind of boxing, so he was swept by Song Chang's back hand.

Song Chang didn't use very heavy force, hitting the opponent's arm, and the opponent quickly recovered his state.

Then Yang Zhexuan punched Song Chang's chest, Song Chang leaned back and quickly dodged, and then made a kicking motion.

But Song Chang just made a false move and hit him in the neck with a punch, Yang Zhexuan quickly sensed Song Chang's intention and quickly dodged, but was still hit by Song Chang.

Yang Zhexuan saw that the other party gradually began to enter the rhythm, and he attacked very hard, almost only parrying.

He changed his posture, exerted force on his back foot, and hit Song Chang with a big forehand swing punch, but before his right knee was swept by the opponent's horizontal kick, and now his knee is slightly numb and can't bend, so it took some effort to barely attack.

Of course, this blow was blocked by Song Chang again.

"How's it going?" Song Chang asked with some concern.

The people around the theater let out some shouts and sighs, and it was noisy.

Sun Bo on the side couldn't help but sweat for Yang Zhexuan.

"It's okay, let's continue." That little injury was nothing to Lu Xiao, and he rearranged his movements.

Now he can't do kicks with his right knee, and his left leg is mainly used for defense, which will be difficult to attack again.

The strange thing is that Song Chang is still in the tentative stage, generally speaking, the game starts at the beginning of the tentative stage, and slowly turns to attack as he becomes familiar with the opponent's attack, but he seems to be careful to test all the time, even if he has already gained the upper hand over him.

Song Chang mastered the rhythm, did not rush in to reveal his flaws, and consumed a little bit against the opponent's disadvantages, it is undeniable that he is an excellent professional player.

The continuous combination of defensive punches, coupled with the pain that swells from time to time, consumed a lot of Yang Zhexuan's physical strength, and if this continued, his current state would not be able to defeat Song Chang, and Song Chang only needed to consume some strength, and then find an opportunity to launch it with all his strength.

Yang Zhexuan received another punch from Song Chang, and just as he slowly stepped back to adjust his pace, he had a premonition that the overall defense was about to jump.

At this time, Song Chang suddenly came with a backhand swing, and it was too late for him to dodge, so he could only move sideways and raise his front hand to protect his head.

The punch that should have fallen did not fall, and when he was wondering, Song Chang changed to a kick and swept directly to the ankle of his right foot, and Yang Zhexuan suddenly fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, people's cheers sounded in my ears, so lively.

Song Chang stretched out his hand and pulled Yang Zhexuan, who had fallen to the ground, up.

"Zhexuan, how are you, are you okay?" Sun Bo leaned out and asked with concern in his eyes.

In his eyes, Zhexuan has always been noble and elegant, and he has never seen him look so embarrassed.