The cold fist wind brushed in his ears, and Wang Chen staggered back half a step. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Now he doesn't want to fight, it's hard to even stand. Yan Hou's fists and feet are fierce and violent, and from the posture, there is no meaning to release water.

As soon as Wang Chen retreated, Yan Hou got up and stepped forward, and his leg was a roundabout kick that turned around. The first foot whizzed over the top of the head, and the second slid past the tip of the nose.

Yes, from the perspective of posture, there is no intention of releasing water, but until now, there is no move that really hits the body. Wang Chen himself obviously didn't dodge, but the thick fist was still a little worse every time, and it passed by dangerously.

This kid!

Wang Chen secretly gritted his teeth, stabilized his figure, and took a step forward according to his own judgment. Sure enough, the thick offensive immediately weakened, and he retreated slightly, deliberately leaving a large empty crotch.

Wang Chen punched out a straight punch, Yan Hou didn't dodge or dodge, and almost hit Wang Chen's fist himself. Then he screamed and flew upside down two or three meters away, on all sides.

The expression on Wang Chen's face twitched, and a complex emotion surged in his heart, not knowing whether to be happy or angry, and not knowing whether to feel moved or insulted. He looked fixedly at the young man lying on the wooden pillar, Yan Hou touched his chest, and really grinned, "I lost." He said cheerfully.

Wang Chen didn't answer, and his face was even more gloomy than just now. The bright moonlight shone on the two of them, and the stars twinkled and twinkled. In the midst of this long silence, the atmosphere became eerily awkward.

Yan Hou lay down for a long time, didn't hear Wang Chen's answer, and didn't see Wang Chen come to pull him, so he sat up by himself, and as soon as he raised his head, he met Wang Chen's sharp eyes, like the cold frost in the cold winter, which made him shiver.

"You won. Yan smiled for a moment, and looked away a little weakly. But immediately he looked up again, smiled wryly, and repeated.

"Yanhou!" Wang Chen called out his name, his voice full of inviolable arrogance. He took two steps back and sat down on the ground against the cliff, the moonlight striking his face, making him holy and noble, "You, are you sympathetic to me?" he asked in a cold voice.

In fact, you don't need to ask to know the answer, this kid's acting skills are so clumsy. In fact, he is not so angry, but he feels very unwilling in his heart, if he can win the game by relying on others' charity, then no matter what the premise is, it must be because of his own incompetence. Such an honor will be hot in your hands.

He stared at Yan Hou deadly, and he had already thought about it in his heart. Whether it's all good, no matter how he justifies, he will never accept this inexplicable victory.

However, strangely, Yan Hou did not speak up in such a hurry as expected.

The young man stood steadily in the wind, and above his head was a vast sea of stars. His **** upper body was stained with blood, like those unshakable city walls under the starlight. His expression was unusually calm, and after his thoughts were exposed, he looked relieved and became more open. He smiled slightly, scratched his head, and smiled embarrassedly, "Hey, it's so easy to be exposed, it's really shameless." But..." He paused, his eyes burning with pride, "Ah Chen, do you really think I'm a man who will give up glory out of sympathy?" he asked.

Wang Chen's heart was shocked, and the corners of his eyes twitched twice unconsciously. The stern eyes, firm and pure, like starlight piercing the sky, made him unable to open his mouth to make any answer.

"Wang Chen, you should understand. This world needs a person who can lead it forward, not just a martial artist who can overthrow him. Yan Hou took a few steps forward and continued, "If it's just a matter of force, wouldn't it be better to let Situ come from the beginning? I'm not smart, but I'm not stupid. I've seen your wisdom and strategy these days. In terms of martial arts talent, you are not inferior to others. It's fitting that you're king. ”

Wang Chen looked at him carefully, a little surprised in his heart, this kid's serious appearance was really different from his usual state of lack of roots. He felt that the emotions in his heart seemed to be a little uncontrollable. It's not quite the same routine he started thinking. He opened his mouth to argue, but the words were blocked in his chest like uncontrollable, and he didn't want to come out.

"Wang Chen, aren't you willing to fight for this world?"

Are you unwilling to fight for this world? How can you not be willing to fight for this world? The great man of chivalry is for the country and the people. It is my ideal to be a hero who can punish evil and promote good, eliminate violence and peace. And now, are there villains and thugs bigger than the Four Elephant Pavilion?

Wang Chen simply closed his eyes, he really didn't expect that Yan Hou, who looked stupid, was not confused at all in the judgment of major events, and he didn't expect that this kid was far more long-term than he thought. When everyone was still taking the victory or defeat of this game as an honor, he already understood that what we were fighting for was simply responsibility.

Whoever wins, who will have to carry the world on his shoulders.

No one spoke for a long time, and when Wang Chen opened his eyes again, he saw Yan Hou still holding a gold medal, looking at himself with gentle eyes, waiting for his answer.

"Okay, then I'll take it. Wang Chen raised his head and said.

"Hmm. Yan Hou handed over the gold medal, and the fragment of Wang Chen calling him a "confidant" flashed in his mind that day, a warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he quietly added in a voice that only he could hear, "And my loyalty, take it as well." ”

Wang Chen put the gold medal aside and completely relaxed. Pain and exhaustion swept over the whole body. He cheered up and tried to ease the somewhat embarrassing atmosphere, and scolded with a smile, "Are you sick?

"Competition, how can you admit defeat without fighting. Yan Hou scratched his head and replied embarrassedly.

"Is there any difference between your kid acting like this and admitting defeat directly?"

"Yes, at least we did ???"

The two didn't fight a few words, and Wang Chen couldn't support it at all and fainted. Yan Hou was startled, hurriedly jumped up, rushed over and felt his pulse and heartbeat, and only let out a long sigh of relief after making sure that he had fainted because he was completely relaxed.

He sat down to the side, looking up at the bright moon in the sky.

He remembered that when he was a child, his father and eldest brother asked him about his dream of growing up. He said he wanted to be a dead soldier. The people around him laughed at him, saying that the Yan family was a fool. This dead man is the most thankless profession in the world, and it is to fill other people's lives with his own life. To put it bluntly, it is a chess piece, a good person, who wants to be a chess piece. What a stupid thing to do!

Fortunately, the master never laughed at him. The master would just touch his bald head lovingly and mutter, humanity is a pawn and pathetic, and he can only move forward and not retreat. But who knows that the pawn is the bravest piece on the chessboard? If fate is the one who plays chess, then everyone is a chess piece. Be a pawn, at least you won't get lost.

Child, if you can really meet someone in this life who is worthy of your death's allegiance. Isn't that a blessing?