After going downstairs, Zhang Xiao'e did not continue to be present, but walked out of the door and stood under the stars. There was a forest behind the boxing ring and the water flowing in the pavilion. Compared to the noise inside, it was much quieter, but there were always people with excessive dopamine secretion doing shameful things in the woods and making less pleasant noises.

She walked to the pavilion and sat down. The woods behind her were swaying in the night wind. At this time, there were two figures under the moonlight covered by the leaves. They came here just to relax and vent their pressure. No one would deliberately care whether this was elegant or not. On the contrary, it was much safer than the wilderness outside. After the man saw clearly that the person was Zhang Xiao'e, he originally wanted to stop and show his strength again, which made the girl secretly scold the business for losing money.

Zhang Xiao'e looked at the moon in the sky, like an old nun entering into a state of meditation, filtering out the bad dregs. What is left is the unique beauty of Daiyu burying flowers. She walked over the path ahead, and fell and staggered, and she also had no emotion at all about the howling of the wild cat. He lowered his head, put on a short sleeve bought from a street stall on his upper body, and paired shorts on his lower body, and took off his shoes on his feet.

As if I had known that Zhang Xiao'e would be here for a long time, she walked into the pavilion and sat on the bench opposite her.

"Is he here right? I saw it, it should be him..." The person who spoke was Erka. The blood on his face had been wiped off, but the swelling could not subside. He was blue and purple, and there was only a gap left in his eyes. He was holding a large front door cigarette in his hand. He made no less money than before, but his grade had dropped a lot, which was not as good as the Jiqing cigarette that Tian Shufen gave him.

"Yes, upstairs, Qi Sanye's private room"

Zhang Xiao'e responded with an old friend, and she did not feel any fluctuation because of her second child's love or her past.

The second child was still lowering his head. He was very tired. His body had been broken. He was just wrapped around the flesh outside. If you look closely, you will find that the inner side of his thigh was trembling. It was a spasm caused by severe pain. He had to grit his teeth and could not scream. He didn't want to scream in front of Zhang Xiao'e, nor could he take painkillers. This would numb the nerves and reduce his reaction speed. The biggest pastime was to inhale the cigarette, but he could not suck too much, which would reduce his lung capacity.

"I'm still not as good as him!" Erke pondered for a long time, then put the cigarette in his mouth after saying something, and took a heavy sip. The front door was not a good cigarette. He sucked so much that yellow e-liquid hung on the white cigarette pole, and he still held it in a little.

Now he said the same thing more interesting than before. At least his face has faded from tenderness and strength. If he put it in front of him now, he would never say anything like I want to sleep with you. Facing Zhang Xiao'e, he could control himself and not say anything excessive.

The smoke that was vomited was blown away by the night wind. He raised his hand and looked at the cigarette butt. Seeing that there was still a little white part, he sucked a few heavily before stomping the cigarette butts. "If he is not here tonight, I will lose!"

After the second child finished speaking, he stood up and put his feet on the bench, climbed down and supported his hands on the ground to do push-ups. The speed was not fast, and he sat down and lifted up before taking the next step. Zhang Xiao'e was still sitting opposite him, and her face under the moonlight was like a layer of thick frost. She looked at the beauty of the moon and the sports style of the second child were extremely inconsistent.

Being seen may even be understood as a hint.

But if you recognize this person as a little whirlwind, no one will have this idea. As long as you are a regular in the venue, you will know that this person is just a lunatic. His performance in the audience is exactly the same as on the stage. He may save his energy when he is waiting in the background, but as long as he can still open his eyes, he will not leave himself idle. There are barbells and sandbags. At the worst, he can't open his eyes and is also aware that he will always do sit-ups to exercise his abdominal muscles.

He never rides or rides a bicycle, runs and goes back, which is said to be able to exercise leg strength.

Zhang Xiao'e finally turned her head to look at him, without mocking her, saying, "Some people are destined to sit upstairs and watch, while others are destined to fight on stage, and they are not comparable, and they cannot compare..."

The second child's chin had already dripped sweat from his chin. He had already tolerated the feeling of sweat passing through the wound and could not feel the pain. The sweat fell to the ground again. He raised his body and thought, "Brother Yang's words are young and I can't understand. I'm old and late." After he finished speaking, his arms bent and put down.

Now he finally knew what Brother Yang often said about saying less and doing more. When he came on the first day, he barely beat a player at the lowest level. After two days, he met a more powerful player who was beaten up. But when he finished two thousand push-ups a day, he only took a week to find that his opponent who could torture him could not withstand two punches. When he added a thousand sit-ups a day, he found that he was kicked in his stomach no longer hurt.

Following Brother Yang, he swung a pickaxe behind his butt and gave him some talent. His madman-like exercise every day was considered a acquired effort.

In a blink of an eye, sweat had formed a pool of sweat on the concrete floor. "The so-called youth is an excuse. Brother Yang said, we have no father, mother, and we don't have the shade of our ancestors. We have to swing a pickaxe even if we eat a grain of rice. We didn't take it seriously before, but now we understand!"

He never mentions the word "Yang Ge" in front of others. He occasionally says there is someone. He never thought that he could say this name so naturally in front of Zhang Xiao'e.

Zhang Xiao'e naturally would not show any objection to his almost crazy exercise. Others still have someone to guide him, so he can only rely on himself. There was a coach who once wanted to teach him professional fighting skills, but for the second child who was only willing to give up the big front door, he was reluctant to spend that amount of money, and he learned from other people's actual combat.

She had an illusion that she could find the figure who had once been sitting on the grocery store kang on the grocery store. The moth that had not mocked others for a long time would not laugh at him now. She showed a rare feeling of comfort. She put her legs on the bench, hugged her knees and leaned against the wooden pillar, and looked at the moon again.

"I have a premonition that the honeymoon period between him and the third master will end, and then there will be a dark battle between the two, which is very tragic. The blood will dye the river red, and it will no longer flow but blood..."

The second child was stunned when he heard this. He had never thought about Liu Feiyang's level. When he met her occasionally, he would hear from her brother who had been even more close to him than his brother. What he thought most now was that Tian Shufen's belly had already appeared. In more than four months, he would be a father.

Whether you think or not in your heart or not does not matter, this is the fact.

"Mr. Qi San is very powerful. It is said that the security captain in our field is his. I ran into it that day and the downward plate was very stable. Brother Yang doesn't know now, but Brother Yang in the past would definitely not be able to fight him!" Erke couldn't help but have those faces in his mind.

It was a man wearing a security uniform and a height of 1.75 meters. He looked quite strong, but he could not see other outstanding features. His reputation was far less than that of the No. 3 thug Crab, the No. 3 master, but no one in the boxing ring dared to ignore his existence. There was a play on the stage and a person off the stage, which was the truth that all their contestants knew. The other party was crippled on the stage to win, and friends could drink together in the stage.

"It is said that when the factory first opened, two professional foreign fighters were invited, both of whom were two meters tall and weighed 300 kilograms. The two of them fought to the death on the stage. In the end, they were anxious. It was the security captain who separated them, and it should be him."

"Now, Brother Yang can beat him, not even you. He once said that he didn't like violence and did not pay attention to this aspect." Zhang Xiao'e didn't continue to talk about the security captain. She had also seen the immortals. She didn't understand before, but now she understood what kind of person she was. She had never seen Qi Qinggang take action but also knew that it was a terrifying existence. The pattern had improved and it was difficult to get out of here. It's no exaggeration to say that Zhang Xiaoe would not be too shocked when she saw the masters in the immortals' mouths.

The place is too small, and occasionally two immortals pass by will travel around and will not stay too much.

"Then it's a good thing to fight Yang Brother Yang," Zhao Zhigao frowned slightly, then stretched out, and continued to do it tirelessly. Now he doesn't want to imagine anything, and doesn't want to care about anything. He just wants to immerse himself in this boxing ring, make money for Tian Shufen, and give the child in his belly. Occasionally, he looks at the girl buried in his heart with a look of no blasphemy. That's enough.

Besides, what pursuits and ambitions seem too far away. I am used to the mechanical life now and no longer seeking wealth and honor. Some people are wonderful and some people have to be mediocre. Getting used to mediocrity is not a kind of enjoyment.

"I just have this kind of premonition. The third master kept touching him, and there must be a purpose." She paused and said, "Sister Qing, a silly woman, she is like Chang'e in the moon, she only has companions with the rabbit in her arms. She has seen the desolation outside Guanghan Palace and thought there was no flowers in this world..."

Zhao Zhigao didn't understand why he suddenly moved to Liu Qingqing. He had no right to evaluate that woman, and he couldn't figure it out, let alone ask about it. He would become more mature when he punched his mind. Looking back at the problems he had before was a bit ridiculous and ridiculous. He was not idle yet to wonder if Brother Yang would have two wives or three. Finally stopped moving, and his whole body was soaked in sweat.

After pondering for a moment, he said, "If you see him again, please say thank you to him..."

"Tomorrow, the 20th game, I will play the Polar Bears who come here, and you don't have a big chance of winning."

The second child was stunned and thought for a while and said, "If I could say something more, I'll say sorry to him!" After he said that, he walked out of the pavilion without any ambiguous steps with Zhang Xiao'e. Walking on the path, his figure became more blurry under the moonlight, and he was much more calm than the previous second child.

Zhang Xiao'e put her head on her knees, her face calm to the point of being boring, and the moonlight was silvery and cold.

The two of them were originally independent individuals in society, but because they met one person, they both had relationships with that person, and because they came out of Zhongshui County.

This little-known boxing ring in the suburbs traps a fire-fighting moth and a calf that came out of the village.

And what role is Liu Feiyang playing, candles? cage?
Chapter completed!