Flower Master in the City

Walking in the front of the boy's 18-9-year-old look, looks very handsome, but looks a little cold, gives a cool feeling, just don't know whether he is really cool or pretend to be cool.

Behind this cool brother, there is a man and a woman, both 18 and 9 years old. The boy looks good, but he is a little shorter. He is dressed formally in a suit, and the girl is also very beautiful, and the figure is quite good. He is wearing a cloth skirt of good quality, with a low eyebrow and a sense of calm.

"I'm Zhao Qingqing. Are you Jin minhao?" Zhao Qingqing comes over and stares at the boy for a while, then turns his mouth. "He's really handsome. He's the one who looks at me!"

There was laughter all around, and there was a flash of anger in the boy's eyes, but it soon returned to normal: "yes, I'm Jin minhao. I heard that you, the so-called Chinese Martial Arts Association, are known as killing Japan and killing Korea, killing Thai Boxing in seconds, and I'll try it. Unfortunately, you only boast and can't stand a single blow!"

"Hey, don't talk nonsense. When did I say kill Japan, kill Korea and kill Thai boxing?" Zhao Qingqing is a little dissatisfied, "I mean to fight Korean Bonzi, kick Japanese ghosts, kill Thai banshees in seconds, and finally trample on the Yankees!"

"The president is mighty!"

"Well said the president!"

"Get rid of the club!"

……

A group of people were making a fuss there. One guy even said: "President microemulsion!"

Zhao Qingqing was immediately annoyed and kicked the guy to fly: "are you dying? Curse me flat chest, don't you? The president's goal is 34d football! "

"Cut, just like you, 34a airport is almost the same." Wang Xiaoya took a word.

"You're the airport!" Zhao Qingqing stares at Wang Xiaoya.

Wang Xiaoya doesn't care at all: "it doesn't matter that I'm at the airport. I'm only 12 years old. I've changed a lot of time into 34d. You're 18 years old. You won't grow again. You'll be 34a all your life."

"Fart, I'm 34B now!" Zhao Qingqing angrily stares at Wang Xiaoya. "I'll beat you if you talk nonsense again!"

"Well, you'd better get beaten first!" Wang Xiaoya curled her mouth and pointed to Jin minhao. "They are waiting to beat you!"

"Wait for me, little girl. I'll hit the dead stick first, and then I'll hit you again!" Zhao Qingqing glared at Wang Xiaoya angrily, and then turned to look at Jin minhao, "Hey, dead Bonzi, you dare to smash my field, I want to smash your head!"

"Zhao Qingqing, your mouth is not clean. I'll give you the palm first!" Jin minhao's face has been livid for a long time. It's no wonder that Zhao Qingqing first said that he had a face lift and another one died. It's no wonder that he didn't get angry.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jin minhao bullied him and slapped Zhao Qingqing in the face.

"How can you sneak in, Bonzi!" Zhao Qingqing scolded her discontentedly, but she scolded and scolded. She didn't slow down. When she twisted her waist and legs and made a mistake at her feet, she immediately flashed away.

Zhao Qingqing had such a move. In summer, she found that the girl had learned the ethereal steps, and she had learned them well. Although she was not proficient, she certainly had no problem dealing with ordinary opponents.

It's a pity that Jin minhao is obviously not an ordinary opponent. He moves very fast, and his moves are rather treacherous. Different from the general ways, he is indeed an expert. Of course, from the perspective of summer, this guy is nothing.

Jin minhao and Zhao Qingqing came to me, but they couldn't tell the winner from the loser. Zhao Qingqing learned a lot of tricks, but they were a bit disordered and disorganized. This should be because she didn't have a good master. Because of this, her moves were also greatly weakened. In terms of moves alone, she was not as good as Jin minhao, but thanks to her ethereal steps, she was able to protect them for the time being Be invincible.

"Hey, that Korean, why do you eat like this? Hit her, hit her!" Wang Xiaoya cried a little discontented for a while, but she found that Jin minhao still failed to beat Zhao Qingqing, and she was angry immediately. "What? Bai Chang is so handsome, not so powerful at all. Zhao Qingqing's liar is right. You must be so handsome in plastic surgery!"

Jin minhao, who is competing with Zhao Qingqing, is almost spitting blood. The people watching the scene can't help but look at Wang Xiaoya. Who does this little beauty help?

"Come on, president!"

"Kill Korean Bonzi!"

"Kill him..."

The so-called Chinese Martial Arts Association, where dozens of people come together to cheer on Zhao Qingqing, has a great momentum. It has to be said that Zhao Qingqing is very popular now.

Summer suddenly turned around, looking at the girl with Jin minhao, a little puzzled: "Hey, what do you always look at me for?"

"Ah?" As soon as the girl froze, her face turned red and she quickly denied, "I, I didn't..."

"Well, I don't care whether you admit it or not, but I tell you that although I'm handsome, I'm not interested in you. You're not beautiful enough. I won't like you." Summer a little unhappy said: "don't stare at me, I don't like people staring at me, especially not beautiful women!"

"Yes, my brother has a girlfriend in summer. It's me!" Wang Xiaoya put her arm around summer and said to the girl like a demonstration.

"I'm sorry, I just seem to have seen you on the Internet..." The girl looked a little embarrassed. "Excuse me, are you Encore's boyfriend?"

"I'm Coco's husband." Summer replied.

"That's summer, isn't it?" The girl asked again.

"Nonsense, of course, brother Xia in summer is Xia Tian. Who are you? Why are there so many problems? It's going to be 100000 why!" Wang Xiaoya said a little unhappy.

"I'm sorry, my name is Kimura Yazi." The girl replied quietly.

"What a strange name, you Japanese?" Asked Wang Xiaoya.

"Yes, I'm from Tokyo." "We are overseas students of Jianghai University, and Jin minhao is our friend," Kimura replied softly

"That friend of yours is useless. She can't even beat a girl!" Wang Xiaoya curled her mouth, then looked at the boy next to Kimura Yazi. "Hey, he's not Japanese, is he?"

"Well, he's from Yamashita and Tokyo, too." Kimura replied.

"Ah..." A cry of surprise suddenly rang, and the attention of summer and Wang Xiaoya was attracted to the two people who were fighting again. Turning around, they saw Zhao Qingqing performing the flying show in the air, turning into a beautiful parabola and flying into the crowd.

For fear that all the people who were hit would give way, a large area of open space would be vacated immediately, and poor Zhao Qingqing would fall on the floor and make a heavy noise.