After Hong Duoduo's mother passed away, his father was an iron-blooded man who threw him into a bunch of muscular hunks since he was a child.

Since he was a child, he rarely accepted maternal love, or even did not form the concept of the opposite sex.

Therefore, the gentleness of women is almost nothing in his dictionary.

Growing up in such an environment, he is the child of a dignified white boxing champion, so those muscular hunks, of course, regard him as a treasure.

Over time, all his good feelings came from those people, and all his memories of growing up were also in those people.

When he developed in adolescence, the feelings born of ignorance were drowned in the male hormones composed of sweat and muscles, and they were soaked year after year.

Then, he was perverted.

When I met Lu Changxian, it was just an accident, even if there was no one with his surname Lu, there would be other people with the surname Ma and those surnamed Zhu, this seed had been planted as early as childhood.

From the attitudes of Wu Zhengqi and Liu Qingshan, it can be seen that all this has already been hinted at, but everyone takes into account the identity of the White Boxing King, so they stay away from him.

Therefore, Hong Duoduo has nowhere to explain, and no one really reveals it to him, let alone anyone to distinguish him, so he is left to be stuck in the mud day by day, and he can't extricate himself.

And as a pivotal figure in Chaoxian City, his father knew that the child had become like this, and I am afraid it was more disgust than love.

It is no wonder that he ran out of Chaoxian City and lived in seclusion in this poor and remote place all the year round, only hunting in the mountains and forests for a living.

It's just because this world is too kind to him, and the world is too cruel to him.

"It's all a bunch of scumbags!" Li Xiuping's heart was full of sympathy.

If it weren't for this group of muscular people, who didn't care to kill or bury them, and didn't know that the child's spiritual world was a blank sheet of paper and needed to be trained well, where would today's awkward and pathetic white-haired ghost come from?

"Eh~ Although, you are quite pitiful", he looked at Hong Duoduo, a little entangled, "But I can't watch you kill, if you want to do it, I will stop it." ”

"Hmph! I've never heard of you, and I don't know where you got your waist card!" the big man looked stubborn, "I said bloodbath, I must wash blood!"

He watched Li Xiuping sitting at the table defenselessly, and felt that taking advantage of the danger of others was not done by a hero, so he jumped to the side and raised his hand to hold his fist, "Big boxer, Hong Duoduo, please advise!"

Li Xiuping actually didn't want to fight, he felt that everyone should sit down and explain things clearly, and be amiable, isn't it better than anything else?

"Can you not fight? I beat you, I can't explain to your father, don't you still want to find Lu Changxian, how can you go to him if you are injured?

He kindly persuaded him, and he planned to calm things down, but he didn't think about it, Hong Duoduo saw him refuse, and thought he was cowardly, and what muscular hunks hate the most is just a mouth cannon and a pretending liar.

So he raised his voice and opened his mouth to provoke the Fa to come.

"Don't be verbose, little man, if you want to fight, you can fight, if you don't fight, get out, don't get in the way of my revenge!"

Zhao Yingjian's eyelids jumped suddenly, and he didn't dare to look at Li Xiuping, but he just glanced at it secretly, and then covered his forehead and sighed.

This white-haired ghost is really going to become a ghost today.

Sure enough, Li Xiuping's face was frosty, and he saw that Hong Duoduo had put on a good posture, and he looked like he was facing a great enemy.

He smiled, also stood up, walked to the gate of the courtyard, squatted down, reached out to touch the fallen wall, and said casually, "White Boxing King, Li Xiuping, be polite." ”

He looked at Hong Duoduo with sharp eyes, "I can't bear it later, remember to call Dad!"

He inserted his palm into the wall, waited for a moment, stood up, and shook his hand, and the whole wall rose into the air like a dragon in his hand.

The wall bent in the air, shook twice, and with a shake of his arm, it snapped and straightened, like a huge knife in the moonlight.

He waved his big knife left and right in the air a few times, and the wind howled, blowing so that all the tiles on the eaves were folded and folded, and Hong Duoduo's eyelids were almost unable to open.

The huge wall, spread horizontally in the air, obscured the moonlight in the sky, casting a huge shadow.

Hong Duoduo's hands and feet were cold in that shadow, a means he had never seen or even thought of.

"Well, I'll take back the preface", he swallowed and foamed, "Is it too late?"

"What do you say?" Li Xiuping sneered, regardless of his head in his hands, he slashed down with a heavy knife.

Syllable!

The first knife went down, Hong Duoduo was already slapped on the ground, his body was thrown to the ground, and half of his body sank into the dirt.

Syllable!

The second knife went down, and from a distance, Hong Duoduo had disappeared.

Li Xiuping held the big knife and hesitated to come again.

He has measured Hong Duoduo's combat effectiveness, and seeing him burst the portal and knock down the wall, he is definitely not a soft-footed shrimp, nor is he such a character who can be dismissed in a few simple clicks.

So although he burst out, he was actually in control of the situation, but he didn't know when this white-haired ghost was going to pretend.

Boom!

The ground exploded, and sure enough, Hong Duoduo jumped out of the humanoid pit, and when Li Xiuping raised the big knife, the empty door in the middle was wide open, and he rushed over quickly.

"Hmph! I want to sneak attack!" Li Xiuping smiled disdainfully, the big knife was connected to his arm, the hand is the knife, the knife is the hand, you run over quickly, or do I wave my hand fast?

He simply slashed horizontally, and Hong Duoduo felt the strong wind pressure next to him howling.

He crossed his hands in front of his chest, facing the direction of the knife wall, and stepped his feet back.

The ground collapsed into a pit with a bang, and then there was a snap, and he actually resisted Li Xiuping's horizontal slash.

He crossed his fists against the wall of the knife, and his whole body rolled and undulated like a wave, sending all the force from his feet to the ground.

The dense cracks spread out in all directions one after another, spreading out in circles like waves.

"Ha!" Hong Duoduo shouted, his whole body more than doubled, and his body looked like a giant.

"Whew!" the swelling of his whole body quickly recovered, and all the strength rushed to his fists.

Resisting the wall of the knife, bounced it away for a moment, and he threw both fists together, striking the blade with a thud.

The big knife composed of the huge wall was actually broken by him, and flew out with a bang, smashing into the outer wall of one of the Lu family's houses, and embedded deeply in it.

The fracture of the broken knife wall was shaken to the side, and some silk threads could be seen retracting on it.

"Yo! Sure enough, he has real skills!" Li Xiuping sighed, he really can't underestimate the heroes of the world, a stupid big man who popped up casually in this poor countryside has such a method, he is really eye-opening.

He swung the knife again, slashing continuously, Hong Duoduo was busy coping, opening the bow left and right, and from time to time his body grew and shrank, and the shot was explosive and ferocious.

Li Xiuping wanted to consume his strength, deliberately retracted the speed of his slash, adjusted the angle, and let him continue to punch hard, either missing or empty.

After beating half a stick of incense for a whole time, Hong Duoduo frantically used all his strength, and finally broke the knife wall one by one, and came to two meters in front of Li Xiuping.

He was so tired that he was panting and sweating profusely, but his eyes were resolute and his mouth was laughing, "I'm coming, I'm coming! I'm about to catch you! ”

After all, he still has a bit of intelligence, and he stopped his mouth in time, the current situation, he doesn't know what the situation of this young man is, wielding a knife wall with a heavy weight, and there is no other means of attack, is he really having spare strength? Or is he pretending?

As for what Li Xiuping said earlier, what is the identity of the White Boxing King, of course he scoffs, he knows that the breath of the White Boxing King is incompatible with this young man, what kind of means of imperial objects, is it a silver-like wax head gun?

He slammed his fists together, hit the last two sections of the knife wall, smashed the two huge stone walls out and flew out on both sides, and finally stood in front of Li Xiuping.

Haha smiled, and was about to gather strength again to grow in shape.

But Li Xiuping simply remembered his left fist, and while he hit the knife wall and did not recover the gap of the boxing frame, he hit him in the chest.

"A weak punch!" he made an assessment in his mind.

Suddenly, on that punch, there was an unstoppable spiral burst force, he was caught off guard, the whole person spun in a circle in the air, his chest seemed to be slammed by a sledgehammer, and he flew out like a spinning top.

With a thud, his body pierced through a section of the brick wall that he had just knocked down and fell to the ground, rolling and flying backwards. Finally found an opportunity, grabbed the ground with one hand, and left five long traces in Salala, and finally stabilized his figure.

His eyes were full of stars, his sights were blurry and spinning, his chest was burning with pain, and it was extremely difficult for him to catch his breath.

He mustered up the last remaining bit of strength in his body, and his body swelled in a circle, squeezing towards his chest.

Call!

Finally ventilated up and down, relieved.

He was not lightly angry, nor was he scared, this was not the means of the White Boxing King, but it was so violent and bursting, this kid was still hiding, and he saw the opportunity to give him a sneak attack!

He thought that Li Xiuping was too thin to pull a few points, and he had just punched this punch, and I was afraid that it would cost a lot.

He measured the little strength left in his body, feeling the power of the gradual rebirth in his veins.

Take advantage of his illness, ask for his life, and beat his little rabbit wow wow wow!

He turned around and was just about to stand up, when he suddenly saw Li Xiuping squatting by the other half of the wall from a distance.

Then he stood up, and with a shake of his right hand.

The sky was painted up, and a wall of knives was even bigger than just now.

"I... I'll go to Grandma's!"

Hong Duoduo watched Li Xiuping swing his knife and slash down expressionlessly, and watched the knife wall roar down, much faster than just now.

"Wait a minute. He looked desperate, and before he could finish his sentence, he was slapped into the ground.

A human-shaped hole lying on his side was formed, and Li Xiuping was merciless, constantly slapping the ground with a snap, turning the originally high and low, chaotic mud into a smooth dough little by little.

Everyone didn't dare to speak, and they could see that this young man was very angry, and of course they knew why he was so angry.

Zhao Yingjian shrunk his neck, and suddenly found that he was a little too tall.

On weekdays, he thinks that if he wants to be Sister Fengying's man, at the very least, he must be a head taller than her, so that the little bird is perfect.

So he has some complaints about his height.

But today, he wished he could be a little shorter, like, like Li Xiuping, he was only a little taller than him?

It's too dangerous!

He thought in his heart that he didn't dare to say a word.

The father and son of the Lu family were even more like gods, watching this young man raise the wall, and help their family tidy up the foundation.

At this time, from the depths of the earth, a voice with a thick grievance and the smell of broken jars and broken jars rushed into everyone's ears.

"Daddy, Daddy, you're my daddy!"