Chapter 61

After arriving at a tall bush, Zhong Yao turned his back to him, took off his coat, untied the Cufflinks of his shirt, rolled up his sleeves, and slowly turned around. His rebellious eyes were fixed on the man in front of him for a moment.

Mu Leng Feng didn't move. He seemed to be waiting for his hand first. Zhong Yao was not polite either. He ran straight over and jumped up to wave his fist.

Mu Lengfeng calmly turned over to avoid. When Zhong Yao was about to swing his second fist, he squeezed his wrist, and then pushed him out.

Zhong Yao quickly stabilized his body and turned to look at him. There were a few accidents in his eyes, "Taijiquan?"

It's hard to imagine that this cold-blooded man can play Tai Chi very well. He sneers, straightens his posture, no longer jokes, and decides to use all his strength to solve him in the shortest time.

Mu Lengfeng is like an old monk who has entered a certain stage. No matter how his opponent's attack changes, he can easily resolve it.

It seems that he is tired, he suddenly launched an attack, fast and ruthless, Zhong Yao was surprised, did not expect that the strength of this man would be so strong, and, absolutely not lose Zhuo you - no, his strength is above Zhuo you.

Zhong Yao starts to take a new look at Mu Lengfeng. He has seen Mu Lengfeng before and seems to be following Zhuo you all the time. In Zhong Yao's opinion, that circle is particular about strength. How can a powerful role like Mu Lengfeng be willing to be subordinate to Zhuo you?

But it's a distraction, Mu Leng Feng's fist is on his stomach, "follow me or not?" He asked in a cold voice.

Zhong Yao stepped back, his forehead sweating with pain.

He is the son of heaven. He has been arrogant since he was a child. No one dares to do this to him. He clenches his teeth and stares at the man with hatred. Without saying a word, he jumps up and pounces on him.

Mu Leng Feng Wei raised his eyebrows invisibly, avoided his fist, raised his leg and kicked him. Zhong Yao was kicked out several meters in a row

he was lying on the ground, so painful that his delicate and cool features were distorted. Look up and stare at the people coming.

Mu Leng Feng came to him, squatted down, and asked word by word, "do you want to follow me?"

Zhong Yao struggled to get up, and the evil sycophant sneered, "if you have seed, you can beat me"

Mu Lengfeng narrowed his eyes, suddenly grabbed his skirt, lifted his whole body up, and fell to the ground again.

fortunately, it was the lawn, otherwise, according to his strength, Zhong Yao would not have been crippled, but also had to have multiple fractures.

Zhong Yao snorted in pain, can't he He was still biting his teeth, red eyes staring at the man, full of provocation.

Mu Leng Feng looks at him, is still that the facial expression that does not change.

One more punch

hit him in the stomach, and then another punch hit him in the face

he was full of strength with his fist, regardless of whether Zhong Yao could bear it or not, as if he only wanted to finish his task, and he didn't care about other things.

this is mu Lengfeng. When it's cold, it's ice that can't melt Let Mu Lengfeng did not expect is, Zhong Yao's endurance will be so strong, he was beaten very miserably, a perfect beautiful blush swollen, the eyelid of the left eye has swollen to open.

Mu Lengfeng picked him up, just like lifting a sandbag that won't resist. His raised fist was about to fall -

Zhong Yao's mouth was covered with blood, and his knuckles were worn. Now his right eye was staring at him coldly.

Mu Lengfeng's fist didn't fall on his face.

He released his hand, Ren Zhongyao fell down, and he got up, "why do you force yourself to be like this?" He asked, in a voice that had no movement or emotion. In anyone's eyes, he is synonymous with cruelty.

Zhong Yao tried to sit up, but when his right hand touched the ground, the whole person trembled with pain. He bit his teeth, but still made a dull hum.

Mu Lengfeng is a person who lives under iron fist all year round. You can see what's going on at a glance.

After a pause of two seconds, he still walked over and reached for his arm. But Zhong Yao was ungrateful and threw him away. As a result, he fell to the ground in pain and couldn't get up. There was a cold sweat on his forehead.

After staring at him for a long time, Mu Lengfeng knelt on the ground with one knee, and his strength was too strong to refuse. He directly helped him sit up, and then leaned against a tree pole in front of the bush.

Looked at his swollen steamed bread like wrist, "misplaced." With that, he reached for both sides of his wrist.

"You don't have to be so kind-hearted." Zhong Yao glared at him with hatred. "Who did I worship for doing this?"

Mu Lengfeng's answer is very simple, "if you follow me, I won't beat you."

"You --" Zhong Yao gnashes his teeth. After all, as a man, it's a shame to be beaten like this.

"don't worry about it." he wants to get up and leave, but he is still pressed by Mu Lengfeng.

"If you don't reset it right away, it will be very bad." When he spoke, his thick fingers had already touched his wrist.Although it was painful there, the feeling of friction from his skin still shocked Zhong Yao and made him stiff.

Although Mu Lengfeng beat hard just now, the action of this meeting was very light, and the strength of each stroke was controlled just right.

But in Zhong Yao's slightly absent-minded Kung Fu, a burst of severe pain hit, the pain made his facial features twist up.

"Damn it"

Mu Lengfeng raised his eyes and glanced at him faintly, "can't you carry it?"

Zhong Yao was about to die of anger, "Damn, you try it"

Mu Lengfeng looked down again, but his face didn't change. "I took several broken bones, but they were all without anesthesia."

As soon as Zhong Yao heard it, he immediately stopped his voice and his expression was a little stiff.

Bone fracture without anesthesia? Compared with that kind of pain, it can be imagined that he was just a reset and a scream, which was really a damned girl.

Zhong Yao would not admit it if he wanted to go back, so he didn't speak at all.

Mu Lengfeng broke a few wooden branches from the side, then tore off a shirt hem, made a simple fixation on his wrist, and said: "don't use force before recovery. Otherwise, we will have sequelae. "

Mu Lengfeng said, raised his head, just as Zhong Yao was looking down at the place where he bandaged - their faces were close to each other, so close that they could feel each other's warm breathing.

Zhong Yao stares at him. Aware of the ambiguity of the situation, he immediately pushes him away with his other hand. He doesn't open his face and says, "tell him, don't harass me again in the future. If you want me to go back, you can, unless you take my body."

With that, he stood up and left without looking back. His back was straight.

Although, at the moment, the expression on the face has been almost distorted by pain.

Mu Lengfeng looked at him for a long time, his eyes fell down, and then slowly narrowed