Chapter 1649: The contest is coming

  Chapter 1649 Competition is coming
   "Arm." Mo Bei's eyes lowered: "Raise up a little bit more."
  Feng Nai watched her leaning over, her breath was full of lemon scent from someone, and she turned her face unconsciously, always aloof and noble, at this moment, she brought a little smile.
  The curved arc at the corner of the mouth is small, but very light.
  Anyone can tell that he is in a good mood.
  The thin little demon stood beside him, narrowing his eyes.
  So far, he hasn't seen any deviant actions by this man, that is, Sister Bei is too close to him.
  The thin little demon couldn't help but propped his forehead, still sighing in his heart.
  Just listen to Mo Bei again: "Relax your shoulders, don't be so tight, it's too stiff here."
  Her hands pressed Feng Nai's shoulder, and there were other emotions in her eyes.
  It was that she let him train for too long yesterday.
  Mo Bei knew better than anyone in his heart that not everyone can persevere with such intensity training and constant 1v1.
   Isn’t she, she shouldn’t ask him so.
  The breakout match will start in two days.
  If you don’t hurry to adapt now...
   "Very good-looking?" Feng Nai opened his mouth, interrupting Mo Bei's thoughts, and lying half-heartedly, evil spirits appeared on his handsome face.
  Mo Bei returned to his senses: "What?"
   "Someone has been staring at my face for almost a minute, and the strength of his hands hasn't moved." Feng Nai smiled, and suddenly, he approached Mo Bei's face: "So, do you still press it?"
  Mo Bei looked at him, the two of them were so close that they could even breathe.
  Feng Nai lifted her thin lips, just about to speak.
   Mo Bei pressed hard, pinched his face with his fingers, and tugged slightly: "Press, turn your head over, it will be faster, you are right, you are so good-looking, which affects my progress."
  This reaction made Feng Nai a little unprepared.
  The point is that his strength is simply not better than hers.
  Mo Bei pressed the person back two or three times, his expression indifferent and clear.
  Feng Nai turned his face sideways, his posture was handsome, but his eyes were half-closed, like a tiger with its paws suddenly removed, he can only lazily stick to the bed.
   "Inhale, don't be nervous." Mo Bei thought for a while, still felt that he should be comforted.
  Feng Nai, who couldn't compare with strength, let out a cold breath: "What's so nervous about me, bey god's technique is so special..."
   hasn't waited until his vocational character exits.
   Just listen to the click!
  Mo Bei pressed his back neck with one hand, his black eyes flashed: "Okay."
  Feng Nai paused. When he got up, the shoulder armor was obviously lighter. He raised his eyebrows and turned his neck back and forth twice: "God Bey can really hit the west."
   "Correct the cervical spine, you will feel more comfortable today." Mo Bei's voice stopped: "Today, if you want to fight in actual combat, you may be more tired than yesterday."
  Feng Nai lifted his eyelids and put on his battle uniform jacket: "It's okay."
   Mo Bei's eyes are very dark: "I will also play, if you..."
  "Don't believe me?" Feng Nai interrupted her and smiled softly: "If there is no if, he can do it, and I can do it too."
  Speaking, he put the thing in his hand and opened the door: "Just look at it."
Zhao Sanpang would not have thought that he would open the door suddenly, and he was guarding at the door. In order to hide his embarrassment, he patted his hands twice: "Meetings are held first, and then go to the training room after the meeting. Today everyone gave me a rank. , Use an uninscribed number. Did you hear that! Assemble!"
  (End of this chapter)