King of Assassins Chapter 373: Waste

The call seems to be coming from far away, ethereal and empty.

Gao Xuan's consciousness gradually became clear, and he found that his body was very heavy and stiff, and his eyelids could not be lifted up.

It feels like a few months baby, struggling to control his body.

This is obviously not his powerful golden body, but a mortal body. That's why it's so heavy. His powerful spiritual power was also completely restricted. It's not much stronger than when he was a bug.

However, it's better than being a bug.

Gao Xuan knew in his heart that this was the world of the 9th-turn Shenchan, and he only entered with his soul, so it would not be surprising to encounter any situation.

Just as Gao Xuan was thinking about it, he felt a sudden cold on his face, and he couldn't help but shuddered and opened his eyes.

Then, he saw a fat man with a big fat face. This guy is not only fat and old, but also bald, and this man is holding half a bottle of mineral water in his hand.

Apparently, the guy splashed his face with water.

When the bald old man saw Gao Xuan open his eyes, he grinned happily at that time: "I thought you were dead, and I was scared to send you to the crematorium. It seems that Saved the cost of cremation."

This guy's speech is ugly, his tongue is a little bit uncontrollable, and he spit out a lot of spit stars in a sentence. His breath was particularly rushing, like a urinal that had been soaked for a few days.

While this person was speaking, Gao Xuan also had relevant memories in his mind: Lao Fei, the manager of the Flying Tiger Boxing Gym, an old **** and old fritters.

He is also called Gao Xuan in this world, but he is already forty years old, and his wife has died. Fortunately, there is not such a **** left behind a seriously ill daughter!

He was originally a boxer with very good grades. When my wife dies, others become decadent. I have been drinking heavily, and my body is also ruined. Can't get into the ring at all.

Old Fatty and him have been friends for many years. Seeing that he is pitiful, he got him a sparring job in the boxing gym. In fact, it is to be a target to feed the boxer.

Just now, the boxer suddenly kicked his leg and swept his leg over his head, knocking him unconscious.

Gao Xuan sorted out his memory, and only then did he understand the situation of the words. It seems that he is living a wasteful life now.

Old Fatty is still chattering: "Old Gao, you can't do it at forty now, you are too useless. After decades of practice, the muscles and bones are soaked in alcohol, how fast are you? Stop the bar..."

Gao reluctantly raised his arm and pushed his big fat face away: "I'm going to be smoked to death by you, let me die."

Seeing that Gao Xuan was talking, and his eyes were no longer floating, the old fat was really relieved.

After decades of friendship between the two, he didn't want Gao Xuan to be beaten up.

Old Fatty said to the young and powerful boxer standing next to him: "Yu Xiaoming, what are you doing? I'll give you a punch, who will let you kick someone. Can you take responsibility for kicking someone to death? ?"

Yu Xiaoming glanced at Gao Xuan and snorted, without any apology, but with a look of disdain.

The old man couldn't do anything to Yu Xiaoming because of this trivial matter, he scolded: "It's reasonable for you to kick someone bad, hurry up and apologize."

Under the stare of the old man, Yu Xiaoming reluctantly said: "Old Gao, I don't know you are so weak, I'm sorry."

Without waiting for Gao Xuan to speak, Yu Xiaoming turned his head and left.

Gao Xuan was a little speechless, this kid is quite arrogant. That kick was clearly intended to kick him in the head. He was not wearing protective gear on his head, and after drinking too much alcohol, his body was slow to respond, and he was kicked over by a kick.

Anywhere else, that kick would be enough to hurt someone intentionally.

Gao Xuan couldn't remember what kind of grievance he had with this kid for a while, but it didn't matter.

What matters is how to complete this trial?

Gao Xuan doesn't quite understand, what does this identity, this world, the nine-turn Shenchan mean?

Old Fatty dragged Gao Xuan up by his hand. He saw that Gao Xuan's face was still a little dazed, and he asked with concern: "Are you all right, do you want to go to the hospital for a film..."

Gao Xuan covered his head and said, "I have a concussion, do you think there is something wrong?"

"I want to corrupt Lao Tzu's money!"

Old Fatty reacted quickly, he took a step back and covered his pocket, "Don't even think about it."

Other guys who were watching the fun, burst into laughter.

Old Fatty waved his chubby little hand: "You can see if you pay the money. Hurry up and go to what you need to do. Boxing gyms don't support idlers."

The crowd dispersed with laughter, and the old man dragged Gao Xuan to the side to sit down: "Old Gao, listen to me, it's okay. Yu Xiaoming is a potential boxer, and the boxing gym attaches great importance to it. You understand. .”

The gym will not judge who is right, the gym will only weigh who is more valuable.

Gao Xuan is just a sparring coach and is worthless. Does he have an opinion? If Gao Xuan dared to make trouble, the gym would immediately fire him.

"Okay. You have the final say."

Gao Xuan will not bother about this trivial matter. The most important thing is to figure out the situation and find a way to break the game.

"My dear brother, this time you are at a loss."

The old fat sighed and patted Gao Xuan on the shoulder. He took out a wad of money from his pocket and stuffed it in Gao Xuan's pocket: "Go back and eat something good."

Speaking, the old fat shook his head and left.

The former Gao Xuan, whose nature was like a fiery fire, would not bear this breath. Of course, the former Gao Xuan was known as a fierce tiger with strong muscles and bones, and he would never be knocked unconscious by a kick.

Gao Xuan is old, and the hero is dying. Let the old fat sigh abnormally.

Sitting on the chair, Gao Xuan gradually calmed down and got used to this body.

This world has no source power, and his spiritual power is completely limited. There is no super power. Fortunately, spiritual power can also act on itself.

Melee combat is very popular in this world. Boxers who can fight are popular. A world-class professional boxer with an annual income in the nine figures.

When his body was in full bloom, he was considered top-notch in China. Unfortunately, before the peak period, my wife had an accident. As a result, people are useless.

Gao Xuan didn't quite understand the idea of ​​the original owner of this body. If his wife died, he wouldn't be alive?

Of course, the wife was stabbed to death in the street, and the original owner has always guessed that it was a competitor. Just can't find any evidence.

The world's technology is backward. More than ten years ago, there were not many cameras. If such a case was not solved at the time, it was unlikely that the murderer would be found.

Gao Xuan felt that this brother's life was very hard, and of course he also had problems with his own personality. He was too extreme and took a wrong path.

The more you get frustrated, the stronger you get. You get out of the blow and win the championship. With honor and money, it's much easier to get revenge.

Besides sinking like this, what other effects can it have besides making the enemy happy?

Gao Xuan sorted out his own situation, but didn't find any clues. He covered his head and entered the locker room, took a shower, and then found out his clothes to change.

This man is also dressed casually, a T-shirt, leather jacket, jeans, and thick-soled military boots. Standard prodigal outfit.

Gao Xuan looked at himself in the mirror, his facial features were similar to his own, and he looked handsome when he was young. It's just that I'm getting older, and my life is decadent, and the muscles on my face can't hang.

The human face is very delicate, and it can be seen that one muscle is not coordinated. When I get older, my muscles are a little loose, and my eyebrows and eyes change.

Gao Xuan can't be called ugly now, but his eyes are cloudy, his eyebrows are a little drooping, and he looks dejected.

After training for decades, it's barely okay, but the belly has been arched and the muscles have lost all lines. Fortunately, the body is tall, even if there is more fat, it is not too ugly to support the body shape.

The place where Yu Xiaoming swept his leg swelled a lot, and his head looked a little deformed. Fortunately, the hair is long enough to block it.

"It's a bit miserable to live with this virtue..."

Gao Xuan also sighed in his heart. In this bleak life, there is no hope in sight, and there is no strange person who will fall.

At this time, Yu Xiaoming and two young boxers walked in. The three of them were only wearing training shorts, their upper body muscles were clearly defined, and they were all masculine.

Yu Xiaoming saw Gao Xuan in front of the mirror, and he sneered: "Old Gao, if you can't afford to play, don't do sparring. If you get knocked down and he wants me to apologize, you need to make a face."

Without the old man, Yu Xiaoming has no scruples. He had always disliked Gao Xuan, so he wanted to teach him a lesson. But he was forced to apologize, which made him even more upset.

In fact, Gao Xuan doesn't want to pay attention to Yu Xiaoming. It doesn't matter what the other party thinks to embarrass him.

The world itself is illusory, or it was constructed by the Nine-Turn Heavenly Cicada. He competed with Yu Xiaoming, just like the NPC in the game, it was meaningless.

For him, the key is to complete the mission. But the other party looks like this, obviously wants to push his nose on the face~IndoMTL.com~ The more he ignores it, the more things will happen in the future.

Gao Xuan walked over and his face was almost pressed against the other's face. He was a few centimeters taller than Yu Xiaoming and weighed more than 20 kilograms. In terms of size, he seems to have the advantage.

What's really scary is Gao Xuan's eyes, deep, indifferent, without a trace of human emotion.

Yu Xiaoming and Gao Xuan have known each other for a long time. He has seen Gao Xuan's arrogance, his decadence and depression, and his drunkenness, but he has never seen such a sharp and sharp Gao Xuan.

At that moment, Yu Xiaoming's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by invisible forces. A layer of sweat appeared on his nervous forehead.

"You little boy, you go on your Yangguan Road, I'll go on my single-plank bridge. Don't mess with me."

Gao Xuan pushed Yu Xiaoming away and walked away.

Yu Xiaoming was stunned for a while before bursting into anger. He was actually afraid of this trash, which made him feel very ashamed and angry.

He clenched his fists at Gao Xuan's back and shouted, "Trash, I'll kill you tomorrow, believe it or not..."