Magic Love Ring

Song Kun's physical strength is 500 points, and the body's instinct is quite strong. When the woman came out, he responded, raised his sword, stepped forward, chopped the opponent's neck, and raised his right knee. Push her to the lower abdomen.

The woman was a bit surprised, but did not expect Song Yong to react so fast, subconsciously stopped the body that was channeling forward and backed away.

But her retreat gave Song Yan a chance.

After the fusion of the middle body, various fighting techniques and condensed into his bones, Song Kun sighed softly, stepping on the first two steps, flying between his hands, a series of attacks on the woman like a storm.

Because he knew the woman was cruel and hot, so he didn't dare to leave anything at all.

Under the attack of Song Yong, the woman was defeated, and was soon forced to the corner. She was surprised by the light in her eyes. She never expected that this young boy would be so powerful. If she was not injured, she should return There is a 50% chance of winning him, but now she is seriously injured and can play at most 50% of her strength, which is not the opponent of the other party at all.

Because there was no room for dodging, the woman had no choice but to fight with Song Yong. After several consecutive collisions, the corners of her mouth began to bleed, and the wound on the lower abdomen broke apart. She already felt the blood soaked in the bandage.

"Oh!"

Song Yan backed away and stared proudly at her: "Don't think that you can slaughter others at will if you have some force. This time, I will give you a little lesson. If you dare to do it to me next time, you will never spare it!"

Upon hearing Song Yan's words, the woman's eyes flashed with anger, but in the end, she said nothing, took off the outer leather coat, exposed the blood-stained lining, ripped off some sheets and began to bandage.

Seeing this, Song Yan felt a bit guilty, feeling that he seemed to be in danger, so he said, "You can't do this, it's easy to get infected, or should I buy you some anti-inflammatory drugs?"

"At this time, the drug store on the street has long been closed. Where do you buy it?" The woman said coldly.

"Also!" Song Yan groaned and said, "I'll ask the hotel owner and see if she has a first aid kit."

The woman was silent this time.

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"Madam, do you have a first aid kit here, my friend is injured. Can you use it for me?"

The middle-aged boss lady yawned and looked at Song Yan, then her eyes became weird: "I do have a first aid kit, but I can't give you nothing, fifty yuan."

"Okay." Song Yan took out fifty yuan to shoot at the front desk.

"Wait a moment." The boss reached out and took the money, then took out a first-aid box under the counter and handed it to Song Yun, and said, "Sweet guy, don't kill anyone!"

Song Ye could not help but grabbed the first aid kit and left for the room. The voice of the boss lady faintly heard from behind him: "The young people now are really crazy! They are all injured!"

"Do you need help?"

Song Zheng handed the first-aid kit to the woman and asked politely.

He thought the other party would refuse, but he didn't expect that the other party was silent for a few seconds and said, "Come and bandage me."

Song Yi nodded quickly.

He is a martial arts person who will inevitably be injured. Therefore, he is quite experienced in bandaging injuries.

When he uncovered the woman's blood-stained cloth strip, he couldn't help but be surprised. There was a wound of five or six inches long on her lower abdomen.

"You have a bad wound, so it's best to go to the hospital." Song Yan frowned.

"The people who chase me are very powerful." The woman still said coldly, but Song Yan could feel that her tone was not as cold as before.

After hearing the words, Song Ye understood that since the person who pursued her knew that she was injured, she would definitely pay attention to places such as hospitals and clinics. If she went to the hospital, wouldn't she throw herself into the net?

Next, Song Yan wiped off the blood around her wound with distilled water, then applied it to the wound with white medicine, and finally wrapped the wound with a bandage.

"Well, you'd better not use any more force during this time, otherwise your wound may crack at any time!" Song Yan told.

The woman did not speak, and put on her leather clothes again.

While packing the first aid box, Song Yan said, "My name is Song Yan, what's your name?"

"I said, don't ask what you shouldn't ask!" The woman stared at him indifferently.

"If you don't want to say it, it's okay." Song Yan pouted his lips and picked up the first-aid kit to return it to the boss.

At six in the morning, Song Yong, who was sitting on a chair, woke up and saw that the woman was still sleeping. He quietly walked out of the room and bought a breakfast at the nearby breakfast spot. The money is next to breakfast.

When he stepped out of the room, the sleeping woman suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the breakfast on the chair and the two hundred dollars. Her look was a little complicated.

Back to the dormitory, Song Kun slept until noon, and the figure of the woman flashed in his mind. He wanted to go to the hotel for a while, but after a long while thinking, he didn't go.

He and the woman can be said to be meeting with each other, and it is already benevolent to do so. If they continue to be involved with her, they will likely cause trouble to themselves or the uncle's family.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Song Kun walked to the Wuguan.

Although Zhao Jia Quan Wu Guan is a martial arts hall, it also has a gym nature. Compared with the evening, there are fewer people in the afternoon.

"Song Yan, have you been here for a while?" He Yong said kindly.

As a great disciple of Zhao Fengyang, He Yong still learned the true skill. At least before the fusion of middle body skills, Song Yong was not his opponent, but he could also fight between 20 and 30 moves. As of now, Song Yong has confidence in 5 moves Defeated him within.

"Yeah, this period of study is relatively tight. By the way, is Master Zhao still filming?"

"I only talked to Master on the phone last night, and maybe about a week before the show was over."

It won't be long in a week, Song Xun decided, when Zhao Fengyang comes back, he must find him to learn.

"Song Ye, come with me, I have something to tell you."

As soon as Song Yun practiced the equipment, Zhao Xiaoyu suddenly appeared.

So he followed Zhao Xiaoyu to the office, and the other side motioned him to close the door and said: "I called and told my brother about the last thing, he agreed to teach you the three major skills of Zhao Jiaquan, but you must worship He is a teacher. "

Song Zhao is not willing to worship Zhao Fengyang as a teacher, because he thinks that his strength is not weaker than Zhao Fengyang. Even if the other party is strong, there is no way to go strong. Beyond.

He is not interested in worshiping a person who is weaker than himself. Besides, he has also heard the rules of those who practice martial arts. He is the father for a lifetime for one day. He has systematic help. Will only limit their own development.

So he asked Xiaoyu: "Sister Xiaoyu, you misunderstood. I was just kidding you last time."

"What do you mean, Song Yan? Do you not want to worship my brother as a teacher?" Zhao Xiaoyu's face sank, his expression very dissatisfied.

After hesitation, Song Zheng nodded.

"You get out of me!" Zhao Xiaoyu could not help seeing him nodded and shouted at the door.

Song Zheng didn't know why Zhao Xiaoyu was so excited, so he left with a smile.

As soon as Song Yong left, Zhao Xiaoyu scolded to the air: "Miss Song Yan, Miss Ben tried hard to ask your brother to accept you, but you didn't appreciate it, you're so angry!"

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