Vol 3 Chapter 7: Scars bloom like street fighters

On the bar, Ribery's song was loud.
　　 "Jiangnan-Jiangbei-a street, ask-ask-who is the father!"
　　Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy...
　　 Suddenly, the scar tiger's eyes widened and his eyes shot like a laser.
　　 "I am your father--!"
　　 With the last sound of ‘Daddy’, the scar was rotating and panning out in the air like a helicopter, Brublubru, one leg flickered and flickered.
　　 Is this the legendary whirlwind leg?
　　Bru Bruu, shit!
　　 The whirlwind leg volleyed on the head of a volleyball player, kicking him a foot away.
　　 The audience was stunned, and the brothers worshipped collectively.
　　 The scar landed smoothly, and he saw a tai chi ball drawn in the palm of his hand. He folded his palms and pulled it back in front of his abdomen. In a blink of an eye, Kung Fu suddenly exerted force, and his palms hit the volleyball player's chest.
　　 Adu-root!
　　 The volleyball player was shot and flew out.
　　 The scar immediately lowered and lowered, and a skyrocket flew up.
　　ConsumptionYugen!
　　 The third volleyball player was hit in the air after a roll, and fell heavily on the ground.
　　 The brothers were so shocked that they all watched the scars quietly.
　 　 Bru Bru Bru...
　　 Adu-root!
　　ConsumptionYugen!
　　 Scarred illusion figure is not quite playing in the bar, and the remaining volleyball players have no power to parry, and someone keeps falling, and he is surrounded by opponents.
　 　 Bru Bru Bru...
　　 Adu-root!
　　ConsumptionYugen!
　　 Scars are painful and lonely, because soon there are no standing volleyball players. Scars are sad, he has never loved volleyball as much as he is today, and loves volleyball players as long as they can stand up.
　　 The brothers shook their incredible heads with admiration and fascinated expressions and applauded the scars.
　　Patap, papap...
　　Unexpectedly, the scars cut by a hundred people did not stand there clamoring loudly and yelled ‘who else’, but puckered with a bit of grievances.
　　 "Also said that it is a brother, and no one believes me. It is said that if you want to bloom, you don't have a person to believe. Look, now I have spread..."
　　 The scar broke through the bottleneck!
　　A sudden fight made the scars of the brain that had been muddled for seven months. But it was because he was lifted by the volleyball player and fell, or because he was electrocuted after the fall, the scars were not literate, and he couldn't figure it out himself.
　　 He only knew that he was blooming inside the bar, big and round. In this regard, he was very confident.
　　Break through the bottleneck, this is a matter of self-perception, everyone is different, and only you know best.
　　 "...Finally, I don't believe any of you. I only have a few brothers, you don't believe me, I live so tired..."
　　The brothers slowly came around, Zhuo Yang held the scar in his arms, and they held them in his arms.
　　 They believed it! I didn’t believe it before, because the scars were always unspeakable and because they all had the habit of automatically ignoring the scars and talking about their feelings. Profound self-analysis is not something a rough person like a scar will do.
　　 But now everyone has to believe it, otherwise this scene tonight cannot be explained at all, which is not a fantasy.
　　 Street Fighter's scars seem to fit very well with his rough soul, so forcible explanation makes sense.
　　 The five brothers embraced the scar in the middle of each other, giving him warmth, caring for him, and a little conscience comfort. Neglecting the feeling of the scar, he complained about how badly he complained, Zhuo Yang they felt a little guilty at this time.
　　 But none of them planned to apologize because they were shameless.
　　 "Scar, I'm always convinced that you can break through and bloom."
　　 The scar raised his head and looked at Zhuo Yang with suspicion. He not only doubted Zhuo Yang's words, but also because of Zhuo Yang's affectionate expression, he doubted whether he had blamed his good brother.
　　 "Scar, we have never lost faith in you. Scar, you will always be the best."
　　 Grandma's words made Scar's suspicion of himself even more. Because in his memory, Grandpa almost never lied.
　　 "Scars, the dark clouds will always disappear, you are that ugly... No, the beautiful moon boat. On the boat, you are in full bloom."
　　 The suspicion of the scar was like a balance, and he was inclined to doubt the sincerity of Meng Erge. Because with his vulgar soul, he can also hear that Meng Er's poem is very poor.
　　 "Scar, a flower in every area, it's just as ordinary for you as you are. You know it. I said earlier that you must do it, Sarah can testify."
　　The scale with a doubtful scar is tilted a bit like a pig, because the more the dog is swearing, the less reliable the words will be.
　　 "Scars, how can we not believe you? We don't say, well, we're afraid that it won't work."
　　 Scars are completely relieved! Anyone in this world can talk nonsense, only De Tu will never deceive people, and his reason is the most powerful, fully explained.
　　 The scar left emotional tears and wet the front of Zhuo Yang. The scar was guilty for complaining about his brother. It turned out that the brothers had been silently caring about themselves, but they still complained to them in disgust, I am not a person.
　　 Zhuolao Zhumeng cast his appreciative glance at De Tu, it is a personal thing! And De Tu, as always, is very calm.
　　 What a shame!
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　　 is over, the flowers are also blooming, the mess in the bar is obviously no longer suitable for eating and drinking, and the six swordsmen are transferred to the battlefield.
　　The 12 members of the German volleyball team, plus two coaches and a team doctor, 15 people are neat and tidy, and now all sit or lie, no one dares to stand up.
　　Although the Six Musketeers are also very popular, it is just that the tiger entered the flock with a mouth covered in hair. It has a slight swollen nose and a swollen face, which is a medal for the heroes. This night in Rio is football's crushing of volleyball.
　　 In the eyes of Jianghu heroes~EbookFREE.me~ There has never been a nobleman, and with that poor name alone, he couldn't scare the Six Musketeers, they would only be knocked down by them. This world has progressed in this way.
Scum Thomas Burmese suffered terribly today. Since he was overthrown by Zhuo Yang at the beginning, he hasn’t stood still anymore. Whoever walked to him in the six-sword passenger liner conversion position never forgot to give him a hammer , Including'Adugan' who was last scarred.
　　Bomei sat in front of the bar, his figure was decadent, and his eyes could not avoid fear. He watched the six men stick out from his side, and everyone did not forget to despise him again with a playful look.
　　 Fortunately, they didn't hit me again.
　　Last stepped out of the bar were Grandma Mo and Ulik. The one-meter-eight-three-cute girl held Grandma’s arm like a big bird, and snuggled on his shoulder.
　　To tell the truth, only grandpa's height can hold HOLD. Sarah Brandena and Piggy never dared to hold hands together. If she wanted to walk on his shoulders, she had to squat her buttocks up and like a stomachache.
　　 "Pergo, wait a minute." Uric said softly to grandpa.
　　Six Musketeers stopped and watched Urik walk back and squat in front of Bomei.
"Do you know who I am?"
　　Under the eyes of six murderous swords, Bomei shook his head nervously.
　　 ‘Wow! ’
　　 Ulik punched Bomei's eye.
　　 "I am your father!"