Chapter 84: Black fist

When Song Ye met Qin Zhan for the first time, he felt that this man must be of good professional quality, but he was unsophisticated. When he saw him for the second time, he really verified the danger of the other party, so he also formed Liangzi. But the more she avoided, the other side leaned towards her, and after the two kissed and kissed her waist, Song Ye became more and more unable to see the man.
Just as he remembered that Wang Han also had a bad intention by the water pond that night, so there was no sympathy. After he said that sentence, the corner of his mouth rose inexorably, as if he had been guessed. After that, my body and mind were relaxed.
However, once again, she no longer had to deliberately suppress her emotions. The next section of the road was quite harmonious with Qin Zhan.
Through the exclusive channel of the VIP, I quickly heard the familiar hustle and bustle in front of me. The stone wall was lively for ten years, and people still roared in excitement, shouting with their tickets held high, and the players on the fist field below were dying Fight as hard as you can until the dead.
"I visited once a few years ago, and it is not as big as it is today, but when it comes to black fist, looking at the whole country Z, it is only the most exciting place here." Qu Bai sat on the VIP chair in the stone wall, standing high and free. Looking at the next battle with interest, I remembered that Song Ye should be here for the first time, so I explained.
But after speaking for a long time, no one agreed. He retracted his eyes and fell on the girl's face beside him.
In the background of the noisy and crazy crowd, the girl's calm side face is illuminated by light. The delicate and beautiful features are like figures coming out of the oil painting. Even the tiny fluff on the face is glowing with white halo, which is clearly silent. The coldness of the words, in a flash, lost people's reaction.
Maybe he paused for too long, Song Ye also looked over his head, his deep eyes fell on Qu Bai's face, and he immediately pulled people back to reality.
"Cough, it's okay." Qu Bai quickly sat up and straightened his body, coughing two times in concealment, shifting the topic in the other's confused eyes, "You don't look like you are here for the first time."
"Really?" Song Ye asked faintly, but did not give a clear answer.
When Qu Bai saw that she had put her focus on the boxing ring again, she secretly relieved, and realized that her palms were sweating slightly, and she felt mixed feelings.
As everyone knows, Song Ye, who has spent another young master's eyes, is paying full attention to the boxing. He is Wang Tiechuan.
At this moment, he took off his shirt and showed a sturdy figure. He was taller than an ordinary boy and was about ten centimeters shorter than his opponent. Although his body was very flexible and his shots were clean and neat, he was always because of his strength. The gap was hit by the other side, and it took a while to get over.
"Come on, waste, roll me down if you can't win!"
"Yes, stand up and continue to fight!"
...
The guests around shouted one by one, and most of the youngsters got the applause.
Song Ye also saw the odds on the big screen, and few people bet on young people to win.
"You are also interested?" From the side, Qin Zhan's deep voice sounded, Song Ye turned his head and saw the other side leisurely holding the coffee while tasting, as if he was indifferent to everything around him. I want to practice, I'll teach you. "
As soon as the words came out, Song Ye was stunned, and even the opposite Qu Bai almost sprayed coffee. "It's really incredible. It seems that Qin Shao is really optimistic about the little devil and actually wants to teach himself. This is really anecdote." Qin Zhan, he turned to stare at Song Ye again, with a deep smile on his face, "You little kid, you know, Qin Shao is the youngest colonel in Country Z. He has more medals on his shoulders than those old guys in his seventies and eighties On Kung Fu, I haven't seen anyone win him. He has the intention to teach you. This is your blessing. "
Song Ye couldn't help but want to roll his eyes, and he couldn't figure out how to make Qin Zhan look at him, but also to teach himself? Joke, let her be a killer to train with regular soldiers, is it to make her turn evil and become a Buddha?
So, even though Qu Bai was so wild, Song Ye refused flatly, "I don't like restraint."
Qu Bai stunned for a long time and was frustrated when he advertised for a long time, but Qin Zhan, as the protagonist, still focused on tasting his coffee without any discomfort.
The next game was nearing its end. Wang Tiechuan was defeated by the opponent ’s iron fist and was hit by a punch. The opponent had to step forward to attack, but was stopped in time. The final results showed that everyone was cheering.
It is reasonable to say that a boxing will consume a lot of players' physical strength, so the players usually line up to a match a few days, but when the screen on the stone wall shows the name of the next player, it is still Wang Tiechuan.
"Well, this waste has been up for three days, and I have never won a match. I really don't know what the boxing boss keeps doing, even if I kill him early."
"You don't understand this. The people under the boss's hands are naturally good. Seeing that the young man is not very old, he probably hasn't dared to do it."
"Cut, it's all going to die, and pretend to be a fart."
The guest next to the table was obviously a regular here. The old was starting to comment and was just heard by Song Ye next door.
Twenty minutes before the start of the game, Song Ye got up to use the excuse to release water, and all the way to the fist, he saw that Wang Tiechuan was lying on the side covered with blood, and several staff members were icing his eyes with redness.
When he saw Song Ye in a faint consciousness, he was so excited that he wanted to get up, but it was Song Ye who held his shoulder in one hand and fell back to the reclining chair.
Boss ...
He opened his mouth and shouted to her silently. His face had been covered with bruises for a few days, but he had not been seen for a few days. The juvenile skin was covered with scars, and he could hardly find a good piece of meat.
On the fist ring behind, the next player was already on the stage, clamoring and provoking at Wang Tiechuan's side, the field gradually heated up again.
Song Ye pursed his lips, pressed him not to get up, stared at those red and cyan eyes, and asked in a deep voice: "Chuanzi, regret it?" Regret to suffer here, regret to join the night gang, regret contamination Does it hurt?
Wang Tiechuan's body was stiff, and his eyes widened hard to express surprise.
He knew that Song Ye was soft-hearted, and as soon as he nodded, he could immediately leave this cruel arena.
But in the end, he shook his head, his face was too painful to speak, and he chose to give his thumbs up to express his determination with his boss.
I'm OK.
Looking at the silly face in front of him, Song Ye sank with the hand on his shoulder, and finally stood up straight, tying a belt with Wang Tiechuan's name on his body. "This scene, I fight for him. "