Ryukyu is so strong that Ouyang Yufei gives him two or three fists out of ten. Pain, madness.
Although in this period of time, he killed countless enemies in the army.
However, there is absolutely no master's crazy.
In a moment, in the dark night, I saw Ryukyu and Ouyang fighting together. The wind was strong and killing.
"I let you not cherish yourself..."
"You want to hurt, I make you hurt..."
“……”
Scuffling body, you e and I go, mixed with Ouyang Yufei's anger and heartache roar.
"You son of a bitch, who can go without time in this world? Life is still going to pass. It's your fucking self abuse to this extent..."
"Bang." Ryukyu punches Ouyang Yufei's nose and interrupts his angry scolding.
White clean face on two nosebleed, Ouyang in the pain of the nose a smoke.
In this drawing room, Ryukyu grabbed Ouyang Yufei's arm one by one, crossed Ouyang Yufei's back one by one, and tightly pressed his leg against Ouyang Yufei's vest.
"Ouyang Yufei, don't think I won't kill you."
The cold voice rises, cold, but it seems that there is no beginning of cold.
Ryukyu learned to kill, not to beat. She can't fight, but to kill Ouyang Yufei, even if Ouyang Yufei's martial arts are no better.
Turning his head to look at the moon on his back, Ouyang Yu Fei shouted, "kill."
Mercilessly stare at Ouyang Yufei, ryukyue's face, very cold.
A gust of night wind passed, and the moon brightened.
Perfect and flawless shine on two people's faces, body, a large blue and purple bruises.
A brief silence.
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