Chapter 485: Three strokes

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Yang Bei guessed right, Mousong was here today to take away the blossoming.
Because he found that the blossoming flowers were much more fun than the original An Luna. The original An Luna was only played in a few days and it was boring.
Take her away, not only to restrain Junyue, but to find a qualified prey for herself,
"You are the dog kept by Junyue." Musi Rong raised an eyebrow, glaring at Yang Bei, Yang Bei didn't speak, staring at his face with all eyes, ready to fight at any time.
"Solve him."
He spit out a sentence lazily, as if not talking about a life, but talking about how the weather is today.
All the muzzles were aimed at Yang Bei. Yang Bei tightly guarded Lan Duo Duo, for fear that she would be hurt in the slightest.
Landuo was so scared that his calf was shaking, but he bit his lip tightly to prevent himself from showing his weak side.
Seeing that she was terribly scared, but still pretending to be calm, Mousong was even more satisfied.
Alas, it's a stubborn little white rabbit. How can such a fun little thing be won first by Junyue.
Really, it's so hot.
"Drop the gun."
He suddenly said that everyone had put down the gun, he waved again, and the people in black rushed up to fight with Yang Bei.
A dozen people besieged together, but Yang Bei didn't fall into the wind, sweeping his legs and punching out. Each move was sharp and clear, with full explosive power.
Lan Duoduo looked nervous, palms clenched tightly, and his palms were filled with fine sweat.
Mousong seemed to be unable to continue, with an impatient look on his face, and raised his hands slightly, and everyone stopped attacking.
He looked at a man who singled out dozens of people, Yang Bei who wasn't panting, his mouth raised, and a cold smile overflowed from his mouth: "It is indeed a person trained by Junyue. It is not bad, you think, you can do it in my hand Here are a few tricks. "
Yang Bei still did not speak, and secretly prepared for the attack. He could feel that the man in front of him was very strong, that kind of strong who could not reach the bottom.
In this world, there should be only the president, who is his opponent. He knew he could never beat him, but that didn't mean he would be arrested.
"I don't speak, I'm really confident, so get ready, I'm going to do something."
He said, suddenly, he jumped, swept his legs obliquely in the air, and kicked Yang Bei's right shoulder. Yang Bei subconsciously resisted with his hand. His arm seemed to be hit by steel. He stood unstable and stepped back.
Mousong did not give him a chance to catch his breath, but he attacked one after another as fast as a leopard.
With only three strokes, Yang Bei was knocked to the ground. His chest was firmly beaten by Mousong, half-knelt on the ground, and a blood spurted out.
Lan Duodu panicked forward, holding his arm to help him, but the bones of his limbs had been broken and he couldn't stand up.
Mousse stood condescendingly in front of them, and looked at Yang Bei scornfully: "I thought you were so capable, but only three ways, that's how to die."
Yang Bei's heart was full of anger, and in a hurry, another blood spit out.
Lan Duoduo panickedly wanted to wipe his blood. At this moment, she was arrested and her hands were clipped behind her, unable to move.
Musong held a gun in his hand and slammed it on Yang Bei's head with a butt.