The Happy Life of the Abandoned Prince

Connor took a defensive posture and prepared the two spells of acceleration and greasy. He imagined the tragic scene after being pushed by Uncle Mao Erhei, and a raging fire burned in his heart.

"You can't escape, you can't escape." The strong black man with cat ears has already prepared his posture. His muscles that have been tempered are like ancient Greek sculptures, and his tight thighs are full of infinite strength.When Uncle Mao Erhei exerted his strength, the ground was directly cracked by this huge force.For this warrior, overturning this bean sprouts-like kid is nothing more than a simple matter. Just hit his head and throw him out like a rag, and he will hide in this place Clean for a while.

too slow.After seeing his sister-in-law's superb martial arts skills, Connor couldn't help giving Lao Hei a failing grade.He turned the wooden stick in his hand, threw a handsome roundabout blow, and missed Old Hei's huge fist all at once.Uncle Hei never expected that Connor would be able to block the punch that he was determined to get. He lost his strength for a while, and hit a metal trash can next to him with his fist.The garbage bin of several hundred kilograms made a loud noise and fell to the ground with a large pit.

Connor swallowed a mouthful of saliva. If this punch landed on his head, he could enjoy the treatment of a fractured skull in a German orthopedic department.

"Good boy, just wait!" Old Hei shook his head from the garbage pile and stood up, with a bunch of dirty wigs hanging on his head, he looked more like a lady-dresser.Connor didn't dare to laugh, and moved the wooden stick forward a foot to make a forward defense.Uncle Hei yelled and rushed forward again. He waved his huge arms, trying to grab the wooden stick in Connor's hand.A palm the size of a human head fanned over like a cattail fan, creating a gust of palm wind that moved the rubbish on the ground by a foot.Instead of retreating, Connor advanced forward, stabbing Lao Hei's throat like lightning.He felt that his hair brushed against a huge fist. If his counterattack was delayed for a second, if his head was off by one centimeter, he would be beaten as badly as the few unlucky ghosts a few days ago. Provincial personnel.

Uncle Hei had to twist his huge body in order to avoid the wooden stick that attacked like a poisonous snake. He barely avoided the fatal blow to the throat, and the wooden stick wiped a red mark under his neck , faintly oozing blood.Uncle Hei touched it with his hand, saw that he was bleeding, and screamed like an irritable gorilla.He casually grabbed a metal pipe from a small tent that he set up beside him, intending to draw it out as a weapon.He shook it hard and couldn't pull it out, so he exerted more strength as if venting his anger.The whole tent was tottering like a boat in a storm, and finally the poor little tent made a crackling sound and fell down amidst the whining sound.

When Connor saw the fallen tent, its pillars, brackets and ceiling all shot on Old Hei's body, he couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat. This idiot wouldn't have shot himself to death.But soon Connor's eyes became cold, and he saw the big black man standing up again, like a pitch-black iron tower.The other party held up a metal stick about six meters long, and it was unknown where it was removed.Blood was gushing from his head, making his entire face hideous and terrifying.

"Boy, I admit that I underestimated you, you can hurt me like this." Old Hei touched the blood on the top of his head. "You are a true warrior."

No, no, your injury is basically caused by your own temper tantrum.Connor didn't expect that he would take such a scapegoat for doing nothing.But this old man didn't allow Connor to explain, "My name is Oba Meow Muscle Brother Gui. The son of the great real gold muscle! Warrior, what's your name?"

Connor didn't answer, he just clenched the stick in his hand even harder.

"Hmph, don't you talk?" Seeing that Connor didn't want to report his family name, Obama also lost interest in continuing the conversation.He skillfully danced the metal stick, and he looked like a martial artist who was skilled in using weapons.

Connor immediately made a judgment. His attack range is much larger than mine. As the saying goes, an inch is long and an inch is strong, and an inch is short and an inch is dangerous.In addition, the opponent is still using a metal stick. As long as he starts to attack, he can only hide but cannot catch it. The only possibility of victory is to take the risk of being hit and try to fight hand-to-hand to pull the opponent into his attack range. !
Just when Connor was thinking about how to defeat the enemy, Obamiao might have been waving a metal stick to dance. He didn't pay attention to his feet for a while, and hooked up the already somewhat tattered tent on the ground, and a huge cloth strip unexpectedly covered his head. .Obama, who lost his sight, also lost control of the metal rod.The metal stick that keeps rotating by inertia hit Obamao's arms, shoulders and feet firmly.Connor saw with his own eyes that Omameow, who was just now majestic and waving his weapon vigorously like a giant in ancient times, was hiding in a pile of curtains and rolling all over the ground, shouting: "I hit my little toenail! I hit my little toenail!" !"

Obamay rolled on the ground for a long time, endured the pain and tore open the curtain, he threw away the metal stick in his hand wisely, "Soldier, you are indeed very cunning, you have successfully deceived me just now, and made me abandon my muscles. Dao. I understand my mistake, only muscle and strength will not let me down, I will fight you with my bare hands."

Being dumped again, Connor sighed, what's the matter if he kept losing blood and started a second stage transformation without touching the boss.

Oma Meow was much more cautious in this attack.He really attacked with his fist honestly.It seemed that his foot was injured too badly, and his moving speed was also greatly reduced.The enemy is ashamed, I will take off his clothes!Seeing that the enemy's spirit had lost, Connor began to attack proactively.

"The autumn wind is bleak and the flowers kill!" This is a sword technique that originated from the Far East in my sister-in-law's memory.Known for its speed and responsiveness.Connor relied on his second-level swordsmanship to gain an advantage on the scene.Too slow, too slow, too slow.Connor can already proudly fight against Obamay. Although his sword skills are average, no matter whether Obamay is attacking, dodging, rolling, or retreating, Connor can always predict the enemy's opportunity and be one step ahead.Fight to win.There are tricks, there are tricks.Connor even gave up using magic as an assistant.Because that's very unfulfilling.Although Lao Hei's attack speed is very fast, his attack method is single.Connor felt like a Spanish matador in a bullring, trying to drive one pick after another into the raging bull.But the bull in front of him had too much HP. After continuous high-speed swordsmanship, Connor felt that he was exhausted. The injury is not serious, but the wound on the top of the head is a little bigger, it just looks scary.He only has anger in his heart now, without the slightest fear.After all, his injuries were basically his own making.

"Warrior, you have successfully angered me! Let you see my true strength!" Obama started the ultimate transformation while erecting the mortal bossflag. His whole body became golden, like a bodybuilder painted with gold powder Sir, it is like a lifelike golden sculpture again.

"This is my golden muscle! Go to hell, bug!" Now Obamay is like a walking statue, with a background light source that shines like a golden dog.Connor didn't have time to talk nonsense. He knew that there were two situations for this kind of exaggerated transformation. Either it was Qi Guoyuan, the general of the empty hammer, which was purely bluffing, or it was the [-]-pound Zhao Wang Li Yuanba of Western Chu.Just give yourself a moment, and the book might be over.He used all his strength to hit Lao Hei's neck that was beginning to glow with gold.Seeing this, Obamao did not dodge or evade, and took the blow firmly.

"Hahaha, it doesn't hurt or itch. This is the power of golden muscles." Obama grinned.In order to show his strength, he deliberately hit Connor a few times. "Hardly! Haven't you had enough?"

The Thirteenth Taibao practiced the golden bell cover?Or the Eighteen Bronze Men of Shaolin Temple?It's a pity that there is no stool as a weapon.But all the horizontal hard skills are covered.Connor deliberately stabbed the opponent's Armstrong cannon, and sure enough, Obamay Revenant clamped his legs and tried to protect his baby with his muscles.Connor's lunge slammed into the air and swung down and down, hitting the man squarely in the jaw, knocking him onto his back.Obamay gritted his teeth to resist the pain of his bitten tongue, insisting on maintaining his majestic image.He said calmly: "Woo, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts."

Sure enough, it still hurts.Connor smiled confidently.He swung a wooden stick and slashed at Oba Meow's joints!The great magic taught us that fists and feet are just fists and legs, and only joint skills are king!Can you train your muscles and make your joints invulnerable?
Obama, who was like a god, had to kneel down on one leg after being hit on the knee. He looked at Connor in front of him dejectedly.There is no such thing as the invincible momentum that started that day.

Connor vigilantly and carefully pointed the wooden stick at Obamao, "I don't want to hurt you again, you are honest, we will find the police to solve these problems you caused. Don't worry, your injury will also be very fast You can get medical treatment. You have the right to remain silent, and everything you say will be used as evidence in court."

After finishing the Miranda Declaration, Connor finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Obamao bowed his head and seemed to have surrendered.It's a pity that he was careless in this last subject, and he didn't notice the flame in Aubameow's eyes.

"Muscular people will never be slaves!" Obama yelled loudly. He stood up painfully but firmly with all his strength, grabbed the wooden stick in Connor's hand, and split it in half like a matchstick.