Chapter 47

In the backstage lounge, the dim light is dead. Duan Hong sits on a cushioned chair, takes off his T-shirt with the word "love" and puts a black elastic vest on his body to outline his underdeveloped chest muscles. He tightened the tendon rope around his waist. This is his belt. Sometimes it can become a weapon. The driver came over with a silver iron box in his hand. "Boss Duan --" is the best name that the driver can think of for Duan Hong. He and his boss are brothers. Although they are not very old, it is obviously inappropriate to call him brother. Duan Hong sat down, looked at the middle-aged driver with white temples, and said calmly, "how?" The driver opened the iron box. There were several red and blue liquid syringes and some colorful tablets in it. He said, "boss Duan, our boss asked me to ask if you need doping?" Duan Hong wry smile, secret way: to me also too fuckin 'have no confidence. He took out the silver flat bottle from the package he brought and said, "I have a better one here if necessary, thank you."“ Mr. Duan, it's better to be careful. People here have to be injected with stimulants. Although there are some sequelae, it's better than losing their lives. " Duan Hong put the bottle into the package and said, "if you need to, I'm sure you're welcome. Call me when it's my turn to play He sat cross legged with his hands folded, calming his slightly frenzied heart, reciting the Heart Sutra while using the lotus Scripture for luck. Lotus Scripture belongs to the internal skill. It's the most difficult to practice. It pays attention to bringing Qi with Qi, that is, relying on the Qi absorbed from the outside to trigger the real Qi in the body. In the past four years, Duan Hong still stayed in the stage of first glimpse of the path - the second floor of Shura fighting field. Yan Xiaowen is talking and laughing with a glass of red wine in his hand. On the surface, the waves are calm, but in fact, the heart has been fried. I am eager for Duan Hong to come to the stage and witness the thunderous blow again. If hit on the person's body, will it collapse like an elevator door“ oh Dear Yan, I haven't seen you for a long time. I haven't seen you for a long time since you lost to oak twice. " A white man in a blue robe, carrying half a bottle of Erguotou in his hand, wobbly. Foreigners wear robes? It's neither fish nor fowl, and it speaks with a taste of capital. It seems that a mule is saddled with a saddle, which is not commensurate. Yan Xiaowen smiles and says, "Dear Pirlo, long time no see. I wonder if your oak can win this time?" Two consecutive losses in the hands of this white man, let Yan Xiaowen heart.