Vol 3 Chapter 2: Qiao 9 Ye Hua Hua Fugui

　　In the midair, Zhuo Yang landed safely with his soft waist and arm around Inzaghi. Interfering with each other missed the chance of scoring, Zhuo Yang and Inzaghi hugged tightly under the eyes and rolled on the sweet grass.
　　 Self-protection was done in place, the two did not even hurt their and eggs, Zhuo Yang even held Jiu Ye’s head in one arm to prevent him from kowtowing. So, after the tumble was over, Zhuo Yang was on top and Jiu Ye was down. Zhuo Yang divided his hands up and down and embraced Jiu Ye's neck and waist.
　　 The lips of the two of them were printed on each other, and they kissed.
　　 Zhuo Yang and Inzaghi are both stupid. This time they are too open to play. In front of the seven or eighty thousand people, it is a bit embarrassing. Inzaghi was fixed by the kiss, her frightened eyes widened, and Zhuo Yang was crashed by the brain with a sudden kiss.
After the two stood still for five seconds under the attention of the world's ambiguous blessings, Zhuo Yang flew away from Jiu Ye's body as if a spring suddenly appeared under his body, twisted his legs in mid-air, and used the vertical ladder Momentously settled down.
　　Nine Lord was still lying on the grass, watching the dark night sky with his big watery eyes, as if he was aftertaste the kiss.
　　 Zhuo Yang's head was big, he kept spitting out the mouth, and in the laughter of the fans in the audience, he kept twisting his expression and rubbing his mouth with his back, as if he had just eaten shit. The dignified atmosphere of the game was also relaxed because of this episode.
　　 Suddenly, Jiu Ye bounced his hands with his hands, his eyes staring straight at Zhuo Yang, the spring water in his eyes was full of emotion, and he stepped towards him step by step.
　　 Zhuo Yang panicked: You want to eat dry and wipe clean without letting go!
　　 "Nine Lord, don't... Don't come here, it's a misunderstanding... Misunderstanding, you know that I'm not good at all. If I did it on purpose, let the thunder and the thunder break me up..."
　　Inzaghi was still approaching step by step. His eyes were affectionate in the mid-autumn water, and he was about to drip water.
　　 "Don't come!" Zhuo Yang's scalp was numb. "Don't come here, Jiuye. I will show you on the spot when you come. Believe it or not?"
　　Indulged in dementia, it seemed to be taken away by a kiss just now.
　　 "Nine Lords Don't Want" Zhuo Yang was terrified. He was terrified by Jiu Ye's insane manner. "I die to see if you believe it or not? My family can't spare you? Believe it or not? Our family is a double countess countess, who has a good way to wear Yang's compound bow with a hundred steps. Do not believe?"
　　Nine Lord looked at Zhuo Yang affectionately: "Zuo Yang, I broke through."
　　 "You can't break anything... what? What are you saying, Jiuye?"
　　 "Me, blossom!"
　　 "What? Flowering? Are you sure?"
　　 "Very sure!"
　　Jiuye kissed and blossomed! Almost at the last moment when the flowering period disappeared, Philip Inzaghi bloomed with flowers. There are hundreds of charms and reds in the world. I love the one who loves you the most. If you use tenderness to sever your bones, you will change my pride.
　　Nine Lords will do their best! Breaking through the bottleneck is always so magical, you don’t know when it will come, or why it came. But when you arrive, you clearly know that you have broken through, 10,000 points sure.
　　 Zhuo Yang was stunned by this huge accident, and then he was ecstatic. He swiftly forgot the eyes of Jiu Ye's maniac, hugged him, and laughed in the sky.
　　 "Ahahahaha, hahahaha..." With such an unrestrained smile and sincerity.
　　Jiuye buried his head in Zhuo Yang's arms, and seemed to be crying. He murmured: "Zhuo Yang, thank you. Good brother, thank you..."
"Ahahahaha, you thank a chicken ba eggplant, you know that you can bloom if you kiss a mouthful, as long as your mother let you kiss a kiss. Ahhahaha, don't say kiss a mouth, let you get on, ah Hahahaha..."
　　 "Zhuo Yang, thank you!"
　　 So strange, finally let ac Milan's teammates no longer look lively with'discrimination' and ambiguous eyes, everyone quickly gathered up. In an instant, everyone's expressions were mixed, with envy, jealousy, similar joy, and unwillingness.
　　 Zhuo Yang hugged Inzaghi, jumping and cheering like a child. The flowering period of more than a year, especially the silence and decadence of Jiuye in the past half a year, Zhuo Yang fell in his eyes, why did he not worry about Jiuye. A series of attempts to rush to the hospital in an emergency is the only effort he can make.
　　 "Congratulations to Jiuye for blooming and prosperity, Jiuye Xianfu will enjoy the longevity and heaven, from now on, he will order the world!" He Xihua, who didn't want money, threw a basket. "Nine Lord, show us a hand."
　　 "Relax, the game is handed over to me." Inzaghi's red and wet eyes are extremely deep, his eyes become clear like a lake. This flower blossomed, and the temperament of Jiu Ye's feminine traitor dissipated, and replaced with heroic and capable ability.
Lyon goalkeeper Hugo Loris took the goal kick, and was hit off by Martini and Favali. Ponpon took the ball and pushed forward from the right side. When he reached Kaka's foot, he passed it forward. Lao Xi'er in position. Seedorf obliquely pierced the ribs of Lyon's defense line, covering Zhuo Yang on the side.
　　 Zhuo Yang flashed the square piece of Grosso with a false pretence of pretending to accelerate. Without a stop, he directly crossed the foot, the route was flat and fast, and the football crossed the outer arc to attack the restricted area at night.
　　Bomson opened his eyes and watched Inzaghi just disappear from his sight!
　　Chris felt a cold air from the back of his neck!
The football passed by in front of the door, fell over the heads of the two central defenders, and fell suddenly. Jiuye Inzaghi, who suddenly appeared like smoke, was flying on the line of the remote restricted area. The sky was like a heavenly auspicious volley. Blasted into the goal.
　　In the 71st minute, Jiuye Hua made a fortune, ac Milan 1:2. Zhuo Yang: "Ahahahahaha..."
　　 Seedorf turned around and knocked back, Kaka took the ball through the room, and then distributed it to Zhuo Yang who had already opened the long-range posture. Fake shooting true pass, football and Jiu Ye soldiers pierced Lyon's defense line in two ways at the same time to converge in the penalty area. After a light poke made Loris unable to return to the sky, Jiuye jumped over him like a swallow in a flowery branch.
　　 In the 79th minute, Qiao Jiu's double happiness came, ac Milan 2:2. Zhuo Yang: "Ha ha ha... ha ha ha ha..."
　　Lao Xi'er threaded the needle at the front of the penalty area~EbookFREE.me~ cleverly handed the ball to Zhuo Yang running laterally. But Bumsong was very timely, Zhuo Yang, who was catching the ball from his back, could not turn around under his squeeze. Relying on half a step backwards, before Bodmer's head-on strike came, Zhuo Yang poked the ball from Bodmer's foot to the nine-handed anti-pull midfielder.
Inzaghi touched the tip of the toe, poked the ball away from Tulalang's sliding shovel, and jumped up. At the same time, he dropped the football and circumvented Chris's grab. Restricted area. Dribbling has never been Jiuye's strong point, but at this moment he has practiced two Lyon giants like Zhuo Yang possessed.
　　 Perhaps the unfinished and unsuccessful Jiuye changed the direction of the ball, making Loris' rush to the desperation of his fingertips. The empty ball is empty and the goal is empty, and the illustrious Inzaghi has already conquered his murderousness.
　　 In the 83rd minute, Sao Jiuye made three plum blossoms, ac Milan 3:2. Zhuo Yang: "Ahahahaha...oh ha ha ha..."
The referee blew the whistle at the end of the game. Ac Milan, who played one less player, regained the victory over Lyon with a hat-trick in the fifteen minutes, and regained the top position in Group f with 10 points, and in advance In the first round, the group's qualifying was determined. No matter what scores were scored in the next round, Maddie and Lyon could not get 10 points or more for both.
　　 In these 15 minutes, Zhuo Yang kept smiling, and after the game was over, Jiu Ye hugged and shouted in his arms.
　　 "Ahahahaha...Ahaha...Oh~~ It's a cramp, I'm cramping...Help me..."