Lu Jing didn't want to fulfill Fang Zijing's unhappy request.

But judging from Fang Zijing's appearance, if Lu Jing fails to fulfill his wish, he seems to have to kneel there on one knee and not get up.

Lu Jing was having a headache now. He just felt that things were getting more and more outrageous this day. Now he just wanted to end the matter in front of him quickly and then study what was wrong with his body.

So when I saw this, I had to be angry and weak, "What else is there?"

"Mr. Fang... wants to have another move with Young Master Lu." Fang Zijing said something that surprised everyone.

Except for Lu Jing himself, probably everyone in the yard has seen that Fang Zijing is not Lu Jing's opponent. Even Fang Zijing himself is convinced of this. He is a hit. He will always encounter such things as long as he stays in the world for a long time. It is not embarrassing to apologize at this time.

Just like what Fang Zijing did just now, but after lowering his head, Fang Zijing suggested that he wanted to do it again, which was really unexpected. Even the six people from the world who came with Fang Zijing looked at each other now, not understanding what medicine was sold in Fang Zijing's gourd.

Some people guessed that the previous punch did not touch Lu Jing, and Fang Zijing was blind. Fang Zijing couldn't swallow this and wanted to find the place again. Some people thought that Fang Zijing had just come up with some tricks to win, so they couldn't wait to challenge Lu Jing again. Or Fang Zijing felt that the matter was done today, I'm sorry to the employer, and it's hard to explain after going back, so they thought about using this trick to block the employer's mouth and prove that he had tried his best today...

In short, I have all kinds of thoughts, but Fang Zijing's thoughts at this time are actually very simple.

Today he met a master. What's more important is that this master did not compare with him with anyone's fist. Instead, he stood there and was punched by him, not avoiding or dodging, and was calm.

Fang Zijing suddenly felt that the part of the dead thing in his heart came alive again.

He remembered again when he was a child, he practiced martial arts under the supervision of his master. He stole his horse under the sun, and his legs became weak. The sweat on his forehead kept flowing into his eyes, making him almost unable to open his eyes. However, until his master called him to stop, he still did not stop and gritted his teeth and held on.

Life was really hard at that time, but why did I still have to persevere?

Is it to win other brothers and get the praise from my master? Maybe there are reasons for this, but more because of the martial arts stories that are about to be told in the mouths of those storytellers.

In those stories, there are young men who have just achieved great success and went down the mountain to achieve great success, there are scoundrels who seek revenge for their fathers, and there are scoundrels who are as good as men and who have been able to kill all the unfair things in the world with three feet of green...

Each of them has their own legend, and together they form the world in the eyes of the young man Fang Zijing.

That chivalrous and enchanting world.

It's so good, I want to go and see it with my own eyes.

It was this idea that supported him through countless sleepless nights, those days when he was so tired that he didn't want to move a finger and wanted to give up the next moment. However, the young man Fang Zijing waited and waited for it, and finally waited for the day when he succeeded in his martial arts and became a successful master. He plunged into the world of dreams, but was shocked to find that this place was different from what the storytellers said.

At the beginning, Fang Zijing acted recklessly with a mouthful of passion and blood, doing what he thought was right, but he hit the wall everywhere, making his nose and face swollen. He felt as if he had fallen into a huge mud. Whenever he wanted to move forward, the mud under his feet would always stick to the soles of his feet, making it impossible for him to lift his legs.

Often, he had tried all his strength, but in the end he just moved forward a small step.

That small step was so ridiculous, as if it was a struggle itself. So over time, Fang Zijing, who felt discouraged and exhausted, was unwilling to continue moving forward, but chose to stay in this quagmire as safe as those who had laughed at him.

They rolled in and kept falling, and were stuck in the mud that emitted the stench of wine and meat, and could not move.

It's almost suffocating!

No, it's already suffocated!

The world that I longed for when I was a teenager was left forever in the story of the storyteller, and became a ridiculous past that I didn’t want to be mentioned again.

Until today, Fang Zijing saw with his own eyes that someone came out of the story, white clothes were as snowy as spotless. He walked all the way to the mud pool, and without hesitation, he stepped in directly. The mud spots splashed on his handsome white clothes. However, he did not even frown or stop, and continued to walk forward.

He didn't walk fast, but every step was firm and powerful. The mud under his feet could not stop him, and the big rocks that blocked the road could not stop him.

Fang Zijing, who was lying comfortably in the mud nest, stared blankly at the figure walking past him, and suddenly began to cry loudly!

Fang Zijing was crying and stumbled up from the mud, and stepped aside his legs to catch up with the figure. However, he had been lying in the mud for too long, and his legs were no longer as flexible as before. In fact, he seemed to be rusted everywhere in his body now.

Seeing the figure getting farther and farther away, Fang Zijing was anxious and wanted to call him, but felt that he was not qualified to let the man stop for him. At this moment, he suddenly thought of something, and his eyes that had already dimmed light up again.

By the way, since you are both people in the world, then use the way you belong to people in the world to convey your feelings at the moment. If that is the case, you can definitely pass it on to the other party.

"This time, Young Master Lu doesn't have to stand still or show mercy. Even if he beat me to death on the spot, Fang will never complain."

Fang Zijing spoke and continued on the ground. After saying that, he said to the six companions behind him, "You are here to swear now that if I die later, I will use my money to buy a thin coffin for me, find somewhere to bury it, and then tell my master that it will be fine. Never ask Young Master Lu to make trouble!"

The six people looked at each other again after hearing this. Some people opened their mouths and wanted to say something, but as companions, they knew Fang Zijing's temper very well, so they would not regret what they decided. In the end, the six people had to swear one by one.

Still hitting? Lu Jing smiled bitterly and said to Fang Zijing, "Then you continue hitting me, I won't fight back."
Chapter completed!