time travel sweet

In the morning, Zhang Jia was struggling with the warm blanket.

It was already autumn when he came here, but now it is getting colder every day.

In addition, because Mr. Zonggong kissed him last night, he was so excited that he didn't fall asleep until midnight. This is good. Zhang Jia can't wait for the sea to dry up, the sky to fall apart, and the earth to crack. He and the bed are side by side, holding hands holding hands holding hands.

Guan Ju stood helplessly by the bed and looked at Zhang Jia, who was inseparable from the quilt, and said, "Why don't you sleep for a while?"

"No..." Zhang Jia spoke with a faint nasal voice, "Isn't it your turn to be on stage today?"

"It's okay." Guan Ju stretched out his hand and rubbed Zhang Jia's sleepy hair, "The game at the beginning was easy, and I'll be back soon."

"No." Zhang Jia slapped the switch with one paw, and said with half-opened eyes, "I must go!"

So, half an hour later...

under the ring

"Hey, little Jiajia, how sleepy are you?" Huo Jiusheng held A Tong with one hand, and supported Zhang Jia's crumbling head with the other.

Zhang Jia stubbornly opened his eyes, and resolutely shifted his focus to Huojiu's direction.

Huojiu coughed slightly, and Zhang Jia was supported by the luck of resentment.

Guan Ju on the stage frowned and looked at Zhang Jia who was leaning on Huojiu's hand.

What are you doing so close? !Can't we support it in another way? ! (*`dish'*)?

Guan Ju looked at the opposite side and saw his opponent who looked like fat, and gave a rare impatient "tsk".

"Duang!" The gong sounded to start the game.

Almost at the same time as the gong sounded, the person opposite Guan Ju roared "Wow" and rushed towards Guan Ju.

The speed was so fast that Zhang Jia in the audience thought he was trapped in a double image.

When the man approached Guan Ju, he violently raised his fist, and ruthlessly hooked Guan Ju's face.

Just when his fist was about to touch Guan Ju's face, Guan Ju, who had been standing still, suddenly kicked the man's..._(:3」∠?)_ crotch. . .

The onlookers only felt that the black robe he was wearing fluttered, and the sound of eggs breaking faintly rang in their ears. The well-known overlord of hard fists in the world knelt down in front of Guan Ju, with his hands covering his crotch, and the bruise on his face Expressions... Colorful ('? Dish?')

Guan Ju flexed his fingers impetuously and tapped the stake behind him.

When he hit the tenth time, he couldn't wait to tap his toes, made a backward mistake, and jumped off the ring.Taking over Zhang Jia who was supported by Huojiu, he lifted him up and hugged him horizontally, and left without looking back. . .

Only the referee and the melon-eaters are left in a daze (●—●)?

Egg-broken hard-fist overlord: ('? Dish?') I would like to ask for a while whether there is still a shortage of Shaolin Temple learners. . .

At this time, Zhang Jia who was in Guan Ju's arms was also in a daze.

"That, you won?"

"Yeah." Guan Ju looked calm.

"Why did you win like this?" Zhang Jia was still in a daze. He had played all his brains before, but how did he win so easily when it came to Master Gonggong (???????)?

"Wulin League, the criterion for winning has never been to beat the opponent to death." Guan Ju remained calm, "As long as the opponent falls to the ground and does not stand up within ten seconds, it will be fine. But everyone has signed a life and death certificate before participating in the competition." , that is to say, there is no responsibility for killing people, so many people go to war unscrupulously."

"Oh,," Although Zhang Jia has been in this world for a while, as a four-good youth in a socialist legal country, he still can't accept it.

"Okay," Guan Ju saw Zhang Jia's discomfort, "Go back now, you can continue to sleep."

"En." Zhang Jia nodded.Forget it, take your time...

Guan Ju sat by the bed and watched Zhang Jia gradually fall asleep.

He tucked the quilt up for him casually, put down the curtain, and walked out of the room.

Some people, it is time to meet.