Jun Ye Can’t Help But Tease His Wife Chapter 73: Unfair competition (update 1)

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"Hahaha, we are all comrades-in-arms. This is just daily training. Why fight and kill? It will hurt the harmony." Xiao Jing smiled while thinking about how to run out of this encirclement.

Morrow took off his military cap and jacket, revealing his strong muscles. He raised the corners of his mouth with a mischievous smile and said: "You can treat this as just a normal sparring. Don't worry. I won’t kill you, I’ll just lie in bed for a few months at most.”

"Captain Mo, I can play for him." Lin Qi struggled to get up from the ground, but before he could move, he was suppressed by the opponent again.

Mo Luo snorted coldly, "These prisoners are really noisy. They are as noisy as flies and it makes my head hurt. Please seal my mouth so as not to disturb the fair competition between me and him."

"Captain Mo, I think we need to sit down and talk slowly. Maybe as we talk, you will feel that peace is the most important thing." Xiao Jing pointed to the grass beside her, opened her mouth and smiled, showing A mouthful of big white teeth.

"We are all rough men. No matter what those weaklings do, men have to use their fists to speak." After saying this, Moro rushed directly in front of Xiao Jing with lightning speed. The next moment, his fists With a wave of his hand, the flood that came from a broken embankment instantly wanted to drown the little figure in front of him.

Xiao Jing tilted her head to avoid the sudden punch, dodged to the right with light and agile movements, and smiled bitterly, "Captain Mo, I haven't finished speaking yet, please listen to me first. ”

"Just say it, it will decide whether you listen or not."

Xiao Jing looked at his raised fist with a dumbfounded look. If that big sandbag-like fist hit her body, she would definitely spit out two mouthfuls of blood on the spot.

Morro did not pause for a moment and continued to attack. Compared with the previous moment of courtesy first and then attack, this time, he struck harder, faster and more ferociously, wishing to smash the opponent's bones with one fist.

Xiao Jing took a staggering step and almost fell to the ground. She was embarrassed to avoid Moro's rain of punches.

Mu Xichi crawled on the ground a few times, but the impact of the anesthesia needle left his entire right half of his body paralyzed. It was difficult to stand up, let alone participate in the battle.

"Bang." Moro threw Xiao Jing up high and kicked him in the lower back.

Xiao Jing was hit hard and rolled several times on the ground. She covered her mouth and coughed, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Fuck you, uncle, don't be so cruel." Xiao Jing wiped the blood on the corner of her mouth and frowned.

Lin Qi twisted his body violently, his mouth was sealed, and he could only moan and groan.

Mo Luo raised his fingers at the panting figure on the ground and said with a sarcastic smile: "The Iron Eagles are not as powerful as the legend says. They don't even have the strength to fight back. I really look down on you guys who are not confident." A soldier who knows his strength."

"Captain Mo is really wrong again. Of course, the Iron Eagle team is different from the War Wing team. At least our captain will not bully a soldier like this." Xiao Jing stood up tremblingly, her unkempt face looking a little... Embarrassed.

Mo Luo's face darkened, "I'm just giving you a chance. If you defeat me, I will retreat immediately and report today's illegal behavior to my superiors. If you lose-"

"It's not a fair competition, so what if I lose?" Xiao Jing asked.

Morro snorted, "Okay, if you lose, you lose, and we will continue to play this game."

Xiao Jing clenched her fists. In the suddenly quiet air, she could hear the sound of knuckles closing. She gasped, still remembering what her mother said before leaving:

Although I want you to be upright, I just want you to do what you can.

Morro smiled proudly and just stood there waiting for the opponent's attack. Obviously, given his rank, the soldier in front of him was just here to kill someone.

Xiao Jing's strength fist style is naturally not as fast and accurate as Moro Luo's. The only way she can think of is to use strength to overcome strength with softness.

Mo Luo grabbed Xiao Jing's little fist and smiled coldly, "I gave you a chance."

Xiao Jing raised her other hand and punched Moro on the chest. The moment it came into contact with his muscles, almost her entire arm was shaken.

Mo Luo patted his heart nonchalantly and said with a smile: "Just such a little strength?"

Xiao Jing retreated hurriedly, but before she could escape the danger, Moro had already grabbed her arm, and then tugged, swung and hit her.

"Bang!" Xiao Jing took several steps back, as if there was a fire burning in her chest. She felt that even her breathing was starting to feel hot and painful.