Abyss Express

Bu Meteor's fitness trainer has a very handsome name. It is incompatible with his painting style of Beidou Shenquan, which is full of tendons.

The coach's surname is Zhou, and his name is Zhou Wenlan.

Jiang Xueming and Bu Liuxing go on a long trip.

Mrs. Ayumi and Jiang Bailu also traveled to Chiba County.

Zhou Wenlan also took some time off, and made an appointment with two other coaches to play Glory of Kings at the Internet cafe in the shopping mall.

Around the end of the new year, the pace of life also begins to slow down.

There is no need to prepare for the game, no need to build muscle, no need to endure a bland diet, and no need to stare at the painful masks of the students who are training their legs and backs.

Li Zongzhu threw the phone on the sofa.

"Hey! What the hell! I can't even use Daji's skills! Dajue is staying for the New Year? Do you know how to play a mobile phone!"

The teammates shouted and scolded on the phone: "Speak Mandarin! You communicate with me in Cantonese the whole time, and I have no positive feedback at all! Are you a person? Hong Kong, Macau and Taiwan servers can't do this! Are you not clear?! "

At the same time, Wenlan's cell phone sounded a notification of defeat. He suppressed a smile and patted Zong Zhu on the shoulder: "This old man is right. Zong Zhu, you will switch to the dialect channel as soon as you play the game. I don't quite understand."

Li Zongzhu switched back to Broad Spectrum: "Of course! I usually do business with a smile, and I finally take a vacation to relax. How can I release my emotions if I don't speak dialects? I'm not a Zhengerbaierqier under the roots of Huangercheng. Son—playing games must be fun.”

"If I'm chatting with you about Trump all the time, your blood pressure will definitely go up." Coach Liu Baoquan shrugged indifferently, and switched back to the Mandarin channel: "It's weird! It feels really weird!"

The game was lost, but the mood of the three brothers was still so sunny.

This is the commercial center of the southern district of HK, and it is now 4:33 in the afternoon.

It's the time when the gym and archery hall are very lively, and there are also many healthy young ladies and brothers rushing into the gym.

The energetic ladies in the dance practice room next door danced Loking for a while and Latin for a while.

The three old friends sat in the VIP salon, playing games leisurely all afternoon. I watched handsome men and beautiful women all afternoon.

Many young ladies came to ask for Brother Wenlan's contact information——

——Because Brother Wenlan has a great figure.

Many little brothers came to ask for the contact information of Mr. Zongzhu——

——Because Mr. Zong Zhu wore his golden belt out to parade in the streets.

Only Aunt Baojie talked about the remarriage and blind date of her thirty-six-year-old daughter with the rights protection coach.

All in all, very sad.

People are originally enlightened people who are always happy, but in contrast, there are confusion and pain.

Lao Liu thought for a long time, and finally saw that the expressions of the two brothers were not right, full of envy, jealousy and hatred, but he touched the swimming ring in his stomach, and accidentally ran into Marlboro in his trouser pocket. Everything is so reasonable.

——Young teenagers and girls will not like to strike up a conversation with greasy middle-aged men.

This kind of greasy feeling will only make uncles and elders think that you seem to be rich and suitable for taking care of orphans and widows.

"Hiss..." Thinking of this, Old Liu couldn't hold back any longer, a strong sense of crisis engulfed him.

——Everyone is around thirty-five years old, there is no reason, there is no reason for such a big gap, right?

Immediately afterwards, Lao Liu immediately went to take pictures of Wen Lan and handed him lemonade.

"Brother Wenlan, can you tell me how to look younger? I want to be more energetic!"

Wen Lan didn't understand, she didn't understand at all: "You want plastic surgery?"

Old Liu shook his head violently: "No, I can't figure it out, the three of us have about the same income, right?"

Wen Lan: "What's your level?"

Old Liu: "The monthly salary is around 55,000, which is at the same level as the Director."

Wen Lan: "I work hard, but I must maintain a very good training state. If there are no results or trophies for a year or two, I will drink the northwest wind."

Zong Zhu: "Me too. Fighting is a youth meal, and I will also sell some teaching aids and protective equipment by the way. If I am lucky enough, this is the number."

"That's right, since everyone's income is about the same." Lao Liu couldn't accept it: "The quality of life is also about the same! I also want to climb the hills and run to exercise, why is everyone's temperament so far apart?"

Wen Lan was relatively calm and stable, and said a guaranteed answer: "Is it possible? It's because you are married."

"Hi!" Zong Zhu didn't give Lao Liu any face: "Why are you married! Don't throw the blame on women, Wen Lan, you know the body structure best. It's not easy to maintain Lao Liu's sub-healthy body Bar?"

Wen Lan stopped talking and nodded silently.

In fact, it is not easy for a person to maintain long-term sub-health.

It needs to be unqualified in all three of diet, work and rest, and exercise, and persist for a long time before the body will completely collapse.

As far as the occupation of the security coach is concerned, he is the shooting instructor of the police station.

His physical activity is definitely not small, and he can pile up swimming rings on his belly, I am afraid it is really what Li Zongzhu said.

——Eating too much sweets with his wife and poor sleep quality made this middle-aged man grow old quickly.

Wen Lan whispered: "Don't get married, you will become unlucky."

Zong Zhu whispered: "That's right, no matter how much money you have, you can't buy two more hours of sleep every day. These hours belong to your wife, and your wife has the final say on your recipes."

"well"

Liu Baoquan just sighed, and talked with Wen Lan about the things he hoped for.

"Wenlan, can you tell me about your work? For example, those young guys, or Yaomeier and they are."

Wen Lan said with disgust: "What are you thinking?"

Baoquan muttered: "I just want to see when you are lifting weights for fitness, that vigor and energy. The gym must be a wonderful place, right?"

After thinking about it for a long time, Wen Lan decided to puncture this illusion and get rid of this superstition.

"It's full of sweat and feet - it has to be closed every month for cleaning, and I use the garage as a private gym, or I will go crazy. Besides teaching students, I like to go to Ayumi Going to my wife’s house, where it’s quiet, and taking Ah Xing and Xue Ming to practice meat together is my happiest thing.”

Baoquan was stunned: "Huh? So outrageous?"

Wen Lan explained: "Otherwise? What do you think the gym smells like? It's an anxious atmosphere - when our body is exercising strenuously, the sweat will carry a lot of urea, and it feels like the muscles are torn. When there is cracking pain, a lot of pheromones will be released."

Baoquan still has the slightest illusion: "That young girl"

"Please, please forgive me. Women smell heavier, sweat more, and smell worse—the testosterone levels of girls are only one-twentieth of men's, and their body fat content is naturally higher than men's. The training methods are different. Their endurance and ability to endure pain are 1.5 times that of men in the same individual weight class, and some talented people can reach three times. The training time required is also longer. And ah." Wen Lan thought for a while, and finally finished speaking: "Look at Bai Lu, her testosterone level has gone up recently, and she started strength training, but her hormones became unbalanced, and her leg hair grew back in a few days."

Liu Baoquan was surprised: "Leg hair?!"

Wen Lan explained: "There must be. Do you think women are born with bare legs?"

Liu Baoquan: "My wife doesn't have one!"

"Then your wife really loves you and takes care of her skin and hair every day, or she is delicate and frail, has never done rough work, and her testosterone level is kept very low." All the superstitions in my heart were broken: "Think clearly, we are all top players in our respective fields, among the top 100 in the world, otherwise we won't be able to get this salary. Don't live in the world of Douyin, pretty little Sisters and younger brothers have all been well-groomed and cared for - I have seen most of the female students go to powerlifting, the hormone level has increased after long-term training, and the growth of beard and armpit hair is considered a small scene. There are also accidents caused by steroids Yes, suffering from polycystic ovary syndrome is scary."

Liu Baoquan was surprised: "Is this the price for a woman to gain power? It's hard for me to accept such things as growing leg hair."

"It's weird! It's weird, him!" Li Zongzhu pointed at the greasy man, holding Wenlan's arm: "Did he always have a misunderstanding in his mind, thinking that women have smooth and white legs, and fragrant hair on their bodies?" Taste, is it a matter of course?"

Wen Lan thought for a while, and finally said: "Maybe it's just because Lao Liu rarely has contact with other girls? This is a good thing."

"What you say! I'm even more anxious!" Liu Baoquan immediately stood up: "Wen Lan! I want you to train me! I can't be so sloppy! It smells soft, but my husband's cup almost catches up with hers! This won't work!"

Li Zongzhu: "Look, it's better to explain some things clearly."

Wen Lan didn't speak, and was observing the distribution of fat on Lao Liu's body.

Old Liu Yiyi asked relentlessly, "Do women really grow leg hair?"

Li Zongzhu laughed: "No! Women don't even know how to shit, and they don't have to eat!"

Wen Lan finally said: "Bai Lu really has hair on her legs, and she herself was scared. She and Sister Mei get their hair removed regularly, and I introduced them to beauty salons—you are so weird! Why do you pay attention to leg hair every day?"

Lao Liu was immediately curious: "Did you also remove the hair on Miss Mei's legs?"

"I didn't get rid of it!" Wen Lan was almost mad: "It was the beauty salon I introduced, and even if I did it, what does it matter? Can laser hair removal lose a piece of meat? I'm going to jail for sexual harassment? Why are you so wretched?"

Old Liu was even more curious: "What about your daily work? So many little girls come to you, but you didn't touch them?"

"I think you're really stunned, it's them who are doing things to me!" Wen Lan pushed Baoquan out, explaining: "I'm not a professional fitness trainer, and I do it for female sex This line, I shouldn't be here, I should be in prison. Or go to Japan to find a special job-my off-season body fat is only 12%, this is Cristiano Ronaldo's supermodel Body. How dare you question my professionalism? Haven't you experienced Jiang Xueming's ability? His body is a sharp sword that I forged with my own hands."

Li Zongzhu then said: "I also have female apprentices, all of whom are very lively and sunny. If they want to be interested in me, they usually punch straight. In my opinion, your body has worn down your spirit, and your whole body has become dark. Sigh! Think about it, Old Liu!~ If Wen Lan and I become women, we will probably go to the beauty parlor to get rid of hair together. In order to show off our figure and skills to the students, we have to hug each other. Wouldn’t we suffer a lot? That’s not how punching is done Yes! Stop thinking about it, throw away your illusions, and live a good life.”

Old Liu pondered carefully: "That's right. But I have a question."

The three brothers stopped, waiting for Liu Baoquan to finish his question.

"A while ago, I went to the prison with the supervisor to check the guards, and taught the prison guards how to use the anti-riot shotgun and quick reaction shooting. Later, I also played military boxing with the prisoners. They were very happy. When I hugged them, they were happy. Sneaking at my ass, why?"

Zhou Wenlan: "This is the blind spot of my knowledge."

Li Zongzhu: "This is the blind spot of my knowledge."

Zhou Wenlan took a sip of lemonade.

He only felt that the straw was sluggish and clogged, like a lemon had blocked the straw, but it was not completely blocked, so he tried harder.

"Ow!" He immediately took the tissue and spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and there was pain on the tip of his tongue.

Li Zongzhu stretched his neck to spy: "What is it? Ice?"

Liu Baoquan looked worriedly at the blood on the tissue: "Are you all right?"

Zhou Wenlan felt his tongue was cut severely by a foreign object, bleeding from the tip of the tongue, the wound was very small, but the bleeding stopped within a few seconds.

"really weird."

No crushed ice in plastic lemonade cups, nothing hard to be exact—

——It’s just the liquid filtered out of lemon soaked water.

"Let me take a sip?" Li Zongzhu carelessly took a sip from the straw, and was immediately scratched.

Zong Zhu's expression was distorted, and he felt a sharp stabbing pain from the tip of his tongue.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooahs!"

His bloody tongue hung out, and he hurriedly asked the girl at the front desk of the Internet cafe to ask for an ice compress.

Liu Baoquan rushed to the service desk aggressively, and put the lemonade on the counter: "What's going on here? There's something in the water! Two of my friends drank their tongues!"

The girl at the front desk looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, and she seemed to be here to work during the winter vacation.

Looking at Zhou Wenlan, who is strong and tall, and seeing Liu Baoquan, who is full of flesh and wearing an instructor's uniform.

She kept nodding and apologizing, as if she was so frightened that she was about to shed tears immediately. She checked the lemonade glass back and forth, emptied and filled the water glass, drank a full stomach, but couldn't find out why. .

Old Liu was angry: "How can it be okay?! Once is a coincidence, is it also a coincidence twice? When you are unlucky, drinking cold water will clog your teeth? We bleed even if we drink cold water! Little sister!"

The little girl at the front desk kept crying: "I really don't know. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."

"Hey! Don't bully the little girl!" Li Zongzhu couldn't see it, so he came up to persuade: "It's not a big problem, the tongue heals quickly, it's just a small wound."

"I care about her!" Liu Baoquan was aggressive, as if he was suffering from an occupational disease. He is a shooting instructor. Firearms are things that can kill people at any time. He is very sensitive to blood: "Little sister, how do you make lemonade?" , Do it again! I want to find out about this matter! Otherwise, if other guests drink this kind of thing, they might beat you!"

According to Lao Liu's instructions, the girl at the front desk emptied the entire filter, drained the big kettle upside down, and made a new pot of clear and transparent lemonade.

This time she carefully changed the wooden cup——

——Fill the wooden cup and bring it to Liu Baoquan.

The little girl said tremblingly, "It should be fine."

Liu Baoquan was suspicious, and took a sip——

——The clear and cold liquid flows over the tip of the tongue, with a little lemon fragrance.

"Well, it should be that the kettle cracked just now, and some fine glass sand fell down, cutting the tongues of my friends, and now it's gone."

The little girl opened the cash register and took out a wad of money. Bow and hand it forward.

"I'm sorry, you take the money first, and I will pay you as compensation. I will clarify this matter with the store manager later."

Zhou Wenlan waved his hand: "It's okay! When I train every day, the capillary bleeding is more than this."

"Me too." Li Zongzhu said nonchalantly, "There's no way a punch doesn't bleed."

Without saying a word, Liu Baoquan left with the brothers.

Until the VIP salon is empty.

The girl at the cash register takes off her hat net and apron—

——Her cheeks changed from a round oval face to angular, her nasal bone became sharper, her forehead and brow bones protruded, and her eye sockets were sunken.

From a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, she turned into a boy.

The body and bones also deformed and twisted, from a height of 1.56 meters to 1.81 meters.

He still looked about eighteen years old, very young, without beard or Adam's apple.

The hair was shortened and turned into a clean cut.

His eyes were sharp and radiant.

Start talking to yourself——

"—They mentioned Jiang Bailu, right?"

"Yes--"

"—Use my soul power to track down, follow them, and find Jiang Bailu."

"no problem--"

"—The Vita brand we planted for her has been cured by the panacea. The seeds of power will germinate and bloom. She must be a very good person."

"That's right—"

"—Crazy Butterfly likes her very much, I can hear her voice."

"Bring her here—"

"—to let her be willing to come to us on her own initiative."

"How to do--"

"—Don't be too hasty, we will be different from skeletons."

"What's different—"

"—Skeletons will use various blood-granting rituals to control the power of the mad butterfly, and use the blood of the vile beast to enslave Lady Bai, the goddess of life. We are different. We face the brand of Vita, the bright red spots, and the white Madam’s body-swallowing pain, face this madness with courage.”

The majesty of the soul erupted from this little brother.

A human figure made of broken mirrors appeared through the body. With a wave of its hand, a butterfly with flapping wings split out from the mirror.

This butterfly is also made of broken lenses.

It flew out of the gate of the Internet cafe and caught up with the three coaches.

Flying through the bustling crowds, it rushed into Liu Baoquan's mouth——

"—Pfft!"

Lao Liu didn't realize it, he was holding a string of shredded hot pot chicken in his mouth, and he couldn't feel any abnormality from the hot and spicy feeling. The pungent prickly ash covered all the smell of blood.

Zhou Wenlan taught earnestly: "Remember! This is the last meal! Eat healthy from now on!"

The three brothers went back to their respective homes after dinner.

Zhou Wenlan felt inexplicably tired, as if there was a baby waiting to be fed in his body, begging for energy. He wanted to exercise in the garage at night, but he climbed into bed after nine o'clock.

Li Zongzhu returned to the martial arts hall, greeted the clerk in the traditional Chinese medicine room, and then climbed to the bookshelf on the second floor to clean. He was getting more and more sleepy, and he felt that he hadn't had enough for dinner—he asked the clerk for two buns to fill his stomach.

As soon as he finished eating, the symptoms of carbohydrate dizziness occurred immediately, and he fell asleep on the yoga mat in the martial arts hall.

Liu Baoquan dragged his exhausted body back home——

——He felt like there was a dragon living in his stomach, and he couldn't get enough of it no matter how much he ate.

When the wife opened the door, she saw Lao Liu's head was covered in cold sweat, and his eyes were flustered with hunger.

"Baby, cook me a bowl of noodles. I'm so hungry. I'm so hungry."

Lao Liu's wife is Wenwen, and it is strange to see her husband like this.

"Didn't you say to eat outside? I didn't leave any food for you?"

Lao Liu squeezed through the door, walked to the porch, pulled off his shoes with all his strength, and immediately said, "I'm really hungry and my hands are shaking. You can cook dough in white water, as long as it's something to eat."

Sister Wenwen is a good woman, so she ran to the kitchen to make noodles for her husband without asking any further questions.

It's just that when Sister Wenwen brought back the noodle soup, she saw a very strange scene.

Old Liu sat blankly at the dining table, holding a pile of egg shells in his hands, and there were still some egg yolks around his mouth. When he saw his wife coming, he immediately wiped his mouth clean.

"I ate a few eggs, but I'm still hungry."

Sister Wenwen became nervous, wondering if her husband had some kind of illness.

"My name is Bai Che? What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

"It's okay, I'm just hungry, very hungry. I don't know why. It seems that I have exhausted my energy." Lao Liu didn't care to talk, brought the noodle soup, and ate it with just a few chopsticks: "Is there any more?"

Sister Wenwen got up immediately: "Not enough to eat? Then I will do it."

"Thank you. Thank you for your hard work." Lao Liu suddenly started crying for no reason, and his mood changed very quickly.

This frightened Sister Wenwen, this military and police instructor had never cried in front of her! I cried once when I got married.

"What's wrong with you?! Why are you still crying?"

Old Liu whimpered: "I don't know. I feel uncomfortable. I think you are dressing up every day. I think you are working hard, and you are doing the housework. It must be dirty and beautiful. I felt sad right away."

"Hi! That's it?!" Sister Wenwen took out a handkerchief and threw it on Lao Liu's face: "Wait! I'll make noodles! If I don't have enough food, I'll order a takeaway, you actually feel sorry for me! Ehehe!"

When Sister Wenwen comes back——

——Lao Liu was already sitting on the ground, hugging a chair and falling asleep.

The next morning, exactly twelve hours to be specific.

Zhou Wenlan woke up on the cold floor.

He felt dizzy, and there were ten thousand bees in his mind.

The intense hunger and fatigue made him unable to open his eyes.

He barely grabbed the door of the refrigerator, took out the prepared meal and stuffed it into his mouth.

These fitness foods can't fill the stomach at all, as if the body is rejecting them instinctively.

"What's the matter with me."

Wen Lan reached out to grab the bottle of olive oil and poured it on the chicken breast and broccoli. The feeling of putting the oil into her mouth was unusually sweet, as if her taste buds had been activated and her body had completely woken up.

A pair of slender palms came into view.

The knuckles are not as thick as before, and they definitely can't hold a 180-kilogram barbell.

Who the hell is this? !

Zhou Wenlan was terrified at that moment.

He can feel the warm hair on the back of his collar and back,

Glanced to the floor—

—I fell asleep in bed last night and woke up lying on the floor, what happened?

At this moment, the floor is covered with a layer of cracked human skin!

The dense skin flakes, fatty liquid, and countless hairs were like the scene of a tragic and terrifying plastic surgery, emitting bursts of stench.

Zhou Wenlan took a step forward, and saw his bare right leg, which still had obvious muscle lines, but the leg hair was gone!

He felt uneasy in his heart, and with the long hair that blocked his sight, he could see a part of the unfamiliar nose.

He could vaguely imagine what unbelievable things had happened to him.

Walking to the bathroom mirror, he saw that the sports vest and shorts had become looser.

The face of the man in the mirror is so strange.

Zhou Wenlan can be sure that this is a person he has never seen in his life.

is a woman—

—he could see it at a glance.

A very healthy woman, the shoulder and neck muscles and core muscles are very strong, and they have been trained hard.

The line of the legs can be regarded as a bodybuilder who has just started, not bullfrog legs, but also close to Chun Li in Street Fighter.

His long hair covers his chest, his abdominal muscles and mermaid lines are full and powerful, and he is a first-class fitness expert.

Pulling back his hair, he saw heroic sword eyebrows and deep eyes.

The bridge of the nose is straight, the wings of the nose are thin, and the tip of the nose is small and clean. It is a very delicate, slightly mean and indifferent facial features.

The mouth is the most beautiful when you wake up in the morning, it is full of blood, bright red and healthy color.

at last--

——Zhou Wenlan opened his pants and looked down.

He tugged on the top of his trousers hard, and beat his lower abdomen with the elastic band of the trousers.

"Snapped--"

The pain woke him up and made him realize it was real.

--he.

—became her.

Followed by the soft but loud C language.

"Hold!"