People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

"That means..." Feng Hualian's little head suddenly became filled with blood.

All the actions and words that had been prepared were completely thrown away.

Ashiya Michisan pressed harder and harder.

This finally made her make a decision.

tonight.

She made up her mind to face him honestly and confess everything.

As for what the man decides to do, even if it means killing himself, he will accept it calmly.

But I didn't expect that the man knew everything I did.

If you know this, why do you still...

"Then why do you..." Feng Hualian didn't finish her words.

The masculine scent hit her face, and her red lips were blocked by the man.

"Let's talk about it later. Now is not the time to talk about things." Fang Zuo hugged Feng Hualian in his arms, supporting her back with one hand and grabbing her two thin buttocks with the other.

His left hand stroked her smooth back, feeling the delicate texture of her skin.

My right hand feels the softness and elasticity of the stockings

'Bah'.

His fingers poked through the flesh-colored pantyhose, tearing a hole.

Feng Hualian's eyes widened, and her little mouth bit the man's shoulder tightly, all the questions in her mind were thrown away.

The room felt as if a typhoon had swept through it.

a mess.

Feng Hualian opened her red lips, so tired that she didn't even want to move her fingers.

The breath was as fragrant as orchid, blowing on the man's chest.

Like a kitten.

Her black hair was wet with sweat, and her cheeks were still flushed.

Fang Zuo patted her smooth back considerately.

Occasionally scratched by nails.

The strong change in touch caused her body to tremble slightly.

"Yes, I know everything." Fang Zuo nodded: "Yakura Sora Kurumi told me everything about your background..."

"Don't worry, I'm here..."

The words "I'm here" made Feng Hualian's eyes red.

I felt like everything was lifted off my shoulders.

Maybe, I can be a little more selfish and live more for myself.

Enduring the pain, he supported himself with his hands and kissed her.

"Then...then our matter..." Feng Hualian still had something in her heart that she couldn't let go of.

She really didn't want this to destroy the relationship and tacit understanding that she and Sakura Kurumi had worked so hard to build.

"She doesn't know this, I didn't tell her." Fang Zuo asked curiously, "What are you going to do?"

"I...I'm going to confess to her tomorrow." Feng Hualian shrank her head and rubbed her face against the man's chest.

The touch of her skin made her reluctant to leave.

"Whether she hits me or scolds me, I will accept it. Anyway, I won't compete with her for you. You belong to her. I just hope..." Feng Hualian's eyes turned red, and another small pearl fell and dripped onto the man's chest.

She quickly wiped it away with her little hand and continued, "I just hope you can come and see me once in a while."

"That won't work." Fang Zuo shook his head.

Feng Hualian felt a chill in her heart, her face turned pale, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Then we won't meet again in the future..."

"That's even worse." The man shook his head again.

Feng Hualian looked up at the man in confusion.

"Let's go together." The man waved his hand and lifted Feng Hualian up with both hands.

"Ah, I really can't take it anymore." Feng Hualian's face was half frightened and half expectant.

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Inside Tokyo Ariake Arena.

There were crowds of people and the stands were packed.

Unlike before, all the faces here are from Japan.

The people here today are filled with people of all colors from all over the world.

The World Boxing King Tournament, Asia Division will be held in Tokyo in a few days.

Asia has the most places with 4, which has led most of the world's players to go to Tokyo to see if they can get a place.

As the host country, Japan, the two champions of Kanto and Kansai automatically enter the Asian top 16 and then compete for the top 4 places.

Inside the gladiatorial cage.

A black boxer covered in muscles stares intently at his opponent's punches.

He is a talented boxer from an African tribe, his hands wrapped with a mysterious vine given to him by the tribal wizard.

These vines can greatly enhance his endurance.

A bright round moon suddenly rose in his pupils, and then this huge moon quickly disappeared into a black hole, and finally became a gravitational singularity.

Then the singularity disappears.

A petite pink fist, soft and weak, even with manicure.

It just appeared in his pupils.

The fist grew rapidly, not even giving him time to think.

The fighting spirit of the fist enveloped his entire body of energy and blood, and the power blocked all his directions of escape.

The black boxer reacted quickly, raising his arms and crossing them to try to block the punch.

But this seemingly soft pink fist and brightly colored nail polish bring out a strange glow.

Hit his arms.

There was a loud bang.

The white man was hit hard by the force of the punch on the gladiator cage made of special metal.

The boxer's arms were broken and he was wailing in pain on the ground.

The owner of the pink fist slowly retracted his fist, turned around and opened the door of the fighting cage.

Leave and go

"Master..." The mistress, who had taken leave with Jin Meiting and came back, stood beside Zhang Benhe obediently.

He looked at the audience who were roaring and shouting, "Shen Muli, now they've seen all of her special moves."

Zhang Benhe hasn't spoken yet.

A young monk nearby said with disdain, "Just watch, so what? A true fighter wouldn't be afraid of that."

Xiao San glanced at the young monk named Erlong, rolled his eyes, and didn't want to talk to him.

This Shaolin monk who also came to participate in the competition has a very high seniority in the entire Buddhist community in the country.

Apart from being respectful towards Zhang Benhe, he was quite arrogant and had been ordering his brothers around these days.

It was annoying for Xiao San, Xiao Wu and his fellow disciples to just look at the Second Dragon.

Zhang Benhe ignored the two juniors behind him.

He looked at Shen Muli, only to see her lowering her head and walking into the inner room like a zombie.

After the fist fight, even his steps seemed stiff, and his small figure seemed extremely lonely and desolate.

It seemed as if she was the one who lost.

"She has been very sad recently because of Master Fang's disappearance, so it would be good for her to vent." Zhang Benhe sighed.

"Master, do you think Master Fang would..." Xiao San said after hesitating for a while.

"Shut up." Zhang Benhe interrupted Xiao San's words, "Master Fang will be fine. You have never been with Master Fang before, so you don't know what he has been through."

Master Fang?

Erlong was listening at the side, looking a little surprised. It was the first time he heard Senior Brother Zhang address someone else with such respect.

Senior Brother Zhang, a lay disciple from the Buddhist sect, entered the Taoist path through martial arts.

His cultivation has reached the level of a high-level cultivator.

He never thought there was someone he could be so respectful to.

Inside the practice field.

'Boom, boom, boom' loud noises continued to be heard.

Shenmu Li had just finished the competition. She was wearing a gray T-shirt that revealed half of her waist and was frantically hitting the alloy target in front of her.

Strands of wet hair stuck to her chest and forehead.

Sweat soaked the gray T-shirt fabric into black.

The alloy target was covered with pits.

The gladiators nearby hid aside and did not dare to come forward to provoke him.

This little woman has been boxing like a madman these days, desperately.

The black boxer who came forward to provoke today was lucky enough not to be killed.

A famous European boxer who had arrived here a few days earlier to prepare for the fight was not afraid of death and came up to tease him.

Then, with Shenmu Li's faint "one-on-one challenge", he entered the corner cage.

The result was that the white man's fists were beaten all over by Shenmu Li in the cage.

Many bones in the body were broken.

The audience exclaimed continuously.

You should know that this boxer is said to be the number one gladiator of the European Brotherhood of Steel and is a seeded player with great hope of getting qualifying spots from various continents.

As a result, after the two started fighting, the woman didn't even give the other person a chance to test the waters, and immediately used her ultimate move.

Unfortunately, the boxer was knocked away while he was still gathering his energy, and was hit dozens of times by Shenmuli while in the air.

The whole person was hit by Shenmuli's pair of pink fists flying rapidly in the air. The force was like a gun shooting at a bird, and he flew in the sky for a long time before falling down.

After falling, the body was twisted beyond recognition.

If Zhang Benhe had not stopped him, he would have been beaten to death in the fighting cage.

For a while.

Fighters all over the world know this little Ryukyu girl named Kamiki Rei.

This woman has a small body and her punches leave no trace.

But her qi and blood power was so strong that when she released her ultimate move, a bright moon appeared in the sky, and then annihilated into a singularity. In the end, all the energy was in her fist.

The power is indeed astonishing.

It's hard to tell where this trick came from, but I heard he figured it out on his own.

At this age, he has realized the profound meaning...

This talent...

It put all the boxers present to shame.