"——WOWOWOWO, Yuanzhen threw a quick left hook at the right side of Christine's face. The score was valid. Christine looked a little tired now. After losing quickly in the last round, our young man who won the championship for two consecutive years began to show impatience. His body began to sway. Yuanzhen's attack became faster and faster. It was so noisy. Who the hell called my name? "——Yuanzhen's leg attack hit! Can Christine still stand? Is the game going to end like this? Can he still stand? Can he still stand? Wait, Christine stood up. He hugged Yuanzhen's waist. If he wanted to use his forearm to push and squeeze the opponent's head and neck, it would be a foul! Wait, what do you mean by "will be a foul?" I remember that this guy was poking my head and neck with his forearm. Did the referee have shit in his eyes? "--Yuanzhen broke free! But Christian was unwilling to give up this almost, he chased after him relentlessly, at this moment we can see that Christian was already blood-curdling! The completely suppressed situation made him angry! He hugged Yuanzhen again! This time he hugged his waist!"
... Actually, we can call for a pause here, at least we can fight again another day without causing any deaths.
"--Christian lifted Yuanzhen up! What is he going to do! Now turn the camera to let us see, we can see that Yuanzhen's coach has raised the towel to announce his surrender, but Christian still did not stop his action-he lifted Yuanzhen over his head-what is he going to do!"
The noisy voice of the broadcaster made Yuanzhen have a splitting headache. In a trance, he seemed to be back on the stage of the gold belt hegemony with dazzling spotlights. The foreigner lifted him up effortlessly. He struggled, but couldn't get rid of his control. The roar of the crowd was in his ears, and he couldn't open his eyes because of the piercing. In the blurred vision, he vaguely saw his old man holding up a white towel-
Then what?
What happened then?
Yuanzhen only remembered that Christian suddenly let go of his hand, and he was carried backwards like an onion falling down-
Yuanzhen only remembered that he only had time to hear a click...
An unusually crisp sound.
Then, he died.
He died on the stage of the WBC featherweight gold belt competition at a young age with a broken head and neck.
I'm dead!
I haven't lost my virginity yet! !
I haven't had a bowl of delicious red bean soup yet! !
Will I go to hell if I remain a virgin before I die? !
"Fuck!" Yuan Zhen suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had finally woken up from a long nightmare. He turned over and sat up, cold sweat dripping down his forehead. He clenched his fists and suddenly grabbed the soft silk quilt covering his body. His chest rose and fell violently and he opened his mouth to breathe violently. Yuan Zhen greedily breathed in the fresh air of this world - Well, it didn't seem so fresh. In fact, the air was full of the smell of disinfectant. Beep, beep--
When all five sense organs finally recovered their normal functions, the beating sound of the electronic heart protector in his ears made Yuanzhen stunned. He patted his chest for his pounding heart, stabilized his chaotic breathing frequency, and finally had time to look up and look around to wonder where he was now--
The interior decoration environment is very high-end. The price of the original wooden bookcase is estimated to be enough to cover the expenses of the martial arts school for three or four years, not to mention the antique vase decoration next to it, which is definitely worth a lot of money. All the furniture is exquisite and spotless.
The eyeballs jumped under the eyelids. The complete blackness around made Yuanzhen, a sunny boy (.) a little uncomfortable. The surrounding environment made him feel... as if this was not a bedroom, but a person's mourning hall... A bedroom would be decorated like this. What kind of appreciation and taste can build such an achievement?
"Fuck, what's going on?"
Yuanzhen muttered in a low voice, but found that his voice was low and hoarse, as if he had a serious illness...? Thinking of this, Yuanzhen suddenly choked on his breath-
Wait a minute.
I don't think I had a serious illness.
The stadium, the dazzling spotlights, the monkey-like foreigners' messy shouts, the sweat... and the crisp snapping sound when the head and neck bones were broken, as if it came directly from the inside of the body to the eardrum, as if something easily broke a cucumber with both hands-
I remember that I seemed to be dead! !
Then where is this place! !
Heaven?
The only good thing I did in my life was to help an old lady cross the road in elementary school and then asked her for an autograph to give to the class teacher who asked them to do good deeds. Can it be counted as heaven?
Hell?
Yuanzhen looked around and thought that this funeral hall-like posture really looked like it.
...If I had known, I would have helped more old ladies cross the street.
The inexplicable environment suddenly made him feel uneasy for no reason. Yuanzhen subconsciously raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, but when he saw his arm in his peripheral vision, he suddenly stopped the action-
At this moment.
In the quiet and gorgeous bedroom with black as the main color, a handsome black-haired man was sitting in the middle of the absolutely astonishing large bed. It was obvious that he had Chinese ancestry. The black hair and black eyes made his skin look a bit shockingly morbidly white-when the sweat beads slid from the man's chin to the silk quilt, on the white and almost transparent skin, a few blue capillaries were clearly visible, which did not look hideous, but added a touch of morbid beauty. At this moment, the man had long and thick eyelashes, thin lips slightly parted, and panted slightly, as if he was struggling with something.
It can be seen that this man in his thirties seems to be well maintained on weekdays... He is obviously nearly thirty years old, but he looks like a young college student.
At this time, the man narrowed his eyes slightly, and with the help of the dim light in the room, he raised his arm to his eyes——
Then, as if he had seen a ghost, his beautiful pupils shrank suddenly!
At this moment, only Yuanzhen himself knew that his heart had been shocked to the point of earth-shaking!
Damn, what kind of monster's hand is this!
Where are my muscles! ! ! !
Okay, let's not talk about muscles for now. Please tell me where my bronze, sexy, tight skin has gone! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Who is this person who is as soft as a white chicken and can see blue capillaries when he raises his hand, and his skin is completely lacking in exercise, but is better maintained than a woman! ! ! ! ! ! !!! !!! !!! !!! !!! !!! !!! !!!
Stop kidding!!! !!! !!! !!! !!! !!!
Mirror!!! I want a mirror!!! !!! !!! !!! !!! !!! !!!
Raising his head suddenly, his eyes stopped on a dressing table in the corner of the room. With a low curse, Yuan Zhen threw off the quilt and tried to stand up from the bed. However, as soon as his legs touched the ground, he was so weak that he fell heavily to the ground. With a loud bang, it was like a piece of dead pork hitting a chopping board!
"Ah ... Yuanzhen frowned fiercely, cursed and rubbed her buttocks, one hand on the bed, trying to get up by herself, at this moment, the door was pushed open with a bang!
Under Yuanzhen's stunned astonishment, a large group of people came in from the outside, starting with the man in a suit and leather shoes who pushed the door at the beginning and stepped into the room. Some were holding clothes, some were holding towels, and there were also a group of doctors in white coats and nurses in miniskirts...
The moment the man in the suit entered the room, he saw the man who fell on the bed. He frowned slightly as if he saw something troubling, but his stern face did not change at all. He just paused, stood still, and called out: "Mr. Mo?"
Led by the man in the suit, the group of people behind him were like a pot of boiling water-
"Boss!"
"Mr. Xiao."
"Mr. Mo, you're awake!"
"Boss, are you feeling uncomfortable..."
"..."
Yuanzhen was frightened by the posture and took a breath of cold air-
Wait, wait, brothers and sisters, don't be impulsive! Excuse me, who is the "Boss" calling?
I can't remember when I accepted such a group of high-end younger brothers like you...
Yuanzhen was lying on the bed, sitting on the ground like an idiot. Although countless little yellow ducks were roaring and swimming in his heart at this time, to outsiders, the man on the ground just opened his thin lips slightly, his eyes were hazy and empty... watching the man in the suit rushing towards him.
It was dark in front of him, and he saw the man in the suit easily covering him up. After that, Yuanzhen felt a flash in front of his eyes. The man in the suit easily picked him up from the ground and held him horizontally. Before Yuanzhen could resist, he had landed steadily on the soft bed. When the man in the suit carefully bent down and covered him with the quilt again, he stepped aside, bent down seriously, and his eyebrows did not move: "Master Mo, you are awake."
"..."
"Master Mo, next time you have something to say, don't be impulsive like a child," the man in the suit lowered his eyes respectfully, but his mouth taught the person staring at him on the bed neither servile nor arrogant. Man, "I have asked someone to keep your sleeping pills for you. From today on, I will deliver the doses for each meal to you on time, and I will keep the rest for you."
"..."
"Master Mo? If there is nothing else to say, I will tell the school that you woke up, and they will inform you that..." The man in the suit paused, a flash of hesitation flashed across his face, and then added, "Good news."
The expression on the man in the suit looked a little strange, but Yuan Zhen would not feel anything wrong at this moment, because he had fallen into a complete brain freeze state--
"..."
Moye?
I want to know you! Mountains have no edges, and the sky and the earth are united...
Grass! What a mess! ! ! ! ! !
Yuan Zhen's eyes twitched wildly-
Who can tell him what the situation is now?
Who are these people!
...Who is Master Mo! ! ! ! !