There is no most shameless person, only more shameless person. The ancients do not deceive me. What they said makes perfect sense. There is no limit to shamelessness. Leng Bingbing was shocked. There is such a shameless person as Wang Busui in the world. God really has no eyes. No one. The divine thunder descended from heaven and struck the king to death. Where there is yin, there is yang. Some are sad and others are happy. At this moment, Wang Bushu is still very happy. The touch is still very good. Hearing is false and seeing is believing. However, what the eyes see may not be true. No, it's cold. The visual inspection is very small, but judging from Wang BuSheng's hand feel, it is definitely not small. As for the specific size, Wang BuSi is not sure yet. After all, Wang BuSi is not a professional.
Because Wang Busui has completely freed his hands, Leng Bingbing has no ability to compete with the rules of heaven and earth. Gravity is still affecting her, she is still landing, and then what you dream of finally happens, just like those bloody and brainless dramas that often appear In the scene, due to an accidental fall, the male protagonist and the female protagonist kissed each other, and then the passion was burned, and the sin in their hearts was awakened, so the male protagonist and the female protagonist did the following more shameless things, no shame No shame, it definitely hurts your eyes.
Wang Bu die still has a bit of a dream. Since he was a child, Wang Bu die's soul has been tortured for more than ten years because of Li Xiaoguo's broken computer. And he has just experienced the temptation of star movies and TV shows. Wang Bu die is also full of blood. Fang Gang was at an age when he was more curious about women. Although Wang Busheng was actually thirty-eight years old, he was still a boy. Everyone should understand his mood at this moment. He wanted to commit a crime.
Face to face, with only the thin face towel between the lips, four eyes facing each other, cold and angry, but Wang Busheng is gloating and complacent. It feels really good to have the conspiracy succeed. Of course, it feels right without the face towel. Better.
Happiness came too suddenly and stayed absolutely short. The killer sister reacted very quickly and immediately used her hands to support her body. Wang Busui's hands followed the cold chest and lifted up without any suspense.
"Pa", the sound was quite pleasant, and Wang Busheng's face was burning with pain. It was different for people who had practiced it, a mouthful could have such an effect.
Leng Bingbing stood up quickly. The length of Wang Bu's arms was limited. He could only see that happiness was getting farther and farther away from him. He was helpless. Without a chest, Wang Bu's could only cover his face. Preemptively strike, and the evildoers will complain first.
"Sister Killer, you are going too far if you hit someone without hitting them in the face."
"You are shameless".
"Um, okay, face is something you can choose to throw away." Wang Bushit stood up and dusted off the grass clippings on his body. Wang Bushit, who has a slight mysophobia, still found it difficult to accept that his body was dirty, especially I haven't put on my shirt yet, and my whole back is itchy. Wang Bushi couldn't understand how those lovers or bed partners who like to sneak around in the wild would be interested in such a poor and dirty environment.
"Why am I so shameless? I don't fight back when I'm beaten or scolded. Haven't I done enough?" Wang Bushit explained angrily, much like a wronged daughter-in-law.
Leng Bingbing was dumbfounded and pretended to be deaf and dumb. Leng Bingbing took a step closer to understanding shamelessness, "What do you think, there is no one like you."
"What kind of thing?" Wang Bushit continued to act stupid.
Leng Bingbing said shyly and pointed to his chest.
"Oh. You're talking about your breasts," Wang Bushit suddenly realized, "On the battlefield, many things can happen, and I can't predict them, but sister, your breasts are really not small."
"You" Leng Bingbing was angry again. For those traditional women who have received Confucian education, a strange man's compliments on her appearance are an insult, let alone talking about her private parts. This is tantamount to a spiritual insult to her. The defilement and insult to one's own body.
"I'm going to kill you." After saying this, Leng Bingbing pulled out a sword from his waist. This sword was a soft sword that could be bent infinitely.
The earliest swords in our country were made of copper. Copper swords were very soft and easy to blunt. Therefore, the earliest swords were only suitable for collection and were not very effective in fighting. Later, they were made of bronze, which is copper. The alloy composed of tin and tin has a much better effect. Later, with the discovery of iron, people discovered a good material for making swords-steel, which has high hardness, strong flexibility, and resistance to corrosion and rust. Soft swords use It is iron ore produced in Myanmar, which has been forged into highly elastic steel through hundreds of secret methods. Then, after passing through the hands of a great craftsman, it finally became a soft sword in the cold hands.
It comes like thunder and then stops its fury, and ends like the clear light of the river and sea. The swordsmanship routine is free and elegant, light and agile, moves like a dragon on the sea, a flying phoenix in the air, and is as quiet as a green pine on a cliff or a jade pillar holding up the sky. The most important thing is that it looks good. Basically, it is Chinese. All the major martial arts sects have swordsmanship secrets that have been passed down to later generations, such as "Qingping Sword Technique", "Dragon Walking Sword", "Tai Chi Sword" and "Taiyi Xuanmen Sword".
Liu Kun, a poet of the Jin Dynasty, praised in his poem "A Re-gift to Lu Zhan": How can a hundred steels be refined and turned into softness around the fingers? Shen Kuo of the Song Dynasty also recorded in "Mengxi Bi Tan" that if you bend it with force, it will be like a hook, and it will make a sonorous sound. You can bend it in a box and straighten it again.
The soft sword is as soft as a sword, and its strength is difficult to master and practice. Practicing requires a high degree of concentration, so few people use soft swords as weapons.
The Soft Sword King had only seen it on TV before, and asked curiously: "What kind of sword is this?"
"The sword that kills you," Leng Bing said coldly, then raised the sword.
The soft sword is not suitable for chopping and stabbing, but it can cut. The soft sword can easily cut blood vessels and ligaments at joints. It can be swung like a whip, very fast, and it can retract instantly to continue the attack after one hit. .
"Sister Killer, you have gone too far. You are holding a sword, and I am unarmed. This is so unfair." Wang Bu insisted. This is the treatment for male protagonists. Without a sword, you can also give us an entire M16 or Xiaomi with a rifle. Okay.
"You have to make use of all the branches on the ground."
"Uh, okay." Wang Bushi had nothing to say.
Because of its uniqueness, the soft sword is mainly used to attack people wearing armor, because ancient armor cannot protect the neck. A sword seals the throat and the Central Plains becomes red.
However, Wang Busui only wore thin trousers all over his body. If you look carefully, you can still see the color of the trousers underneath in several holes.
Therefore, Wang Bushi's whole body was a target that Leng Bingbing could attack.
It's fun to tease the killer sister, but life is more important. Wang Busheng had to brace himself to deal with it.
Leng Bingbing struck out with his sword. Wang Bushit could only block it sideways, but he was unable to do so. It would be impossible to fight head-on, and he would be easily injured.
You come and I hide, you chase me and I stop even if you stop. As time passes, the sun slowly climbs above the head. The hot sun shines on the two people running below. If you come to a period, you are Feng'er, I am sand, so I should be suitable for the occasion.
Leng Bingbing's movements also slowed down due to the infinite consumption of physical strength. Seeing this, Wang Bu Shou finally felt relieved. This was the method Wang Bu Shou came up with, and it was also the stupidest one. There is no way, this is the first time I have seen this soft sword, and I really can't think of a way to restrain it. All we can do is fight a war of attrition and wait for the other party to run out of energy. As for our own physical strength, just kidding, a grown man like me will not be as good as a little girl.
Leng Bingbing was miserable. Big beads of sweat slid across his face and were absorbed by the face towel. Well, it was cotton and very absorbent. This made Leng Bing Bing miserable. The face towel was already soaked and stuck to his face. His breathing was affected. And as a woman, she always wears the same clothes as a man, so Leng Bingbing felt even hotter. Wang Bushit was still shirtless, and for the first time Leng Bingbing began to envy that shameless person.
"Sister Killer, are you still chasing her?" Wang Bushit jumped a few times on the spot and did some chest-expanding exercises to show that he had plenty of physical strength.
But in the eyes of Leng Bingbing, it has a different meaning. Everyone should only notice the word "chest" in this breast expansion exercise. Congratulations, you and the killer sister have something in common. She also noticed the word "chest" and remembered it not long ago. In that scene, I was reluctant to touch it, but in the end I got the advantage of the boy, and it seemed that he even kneaded it a few times.
Anger arises from the heart, and evil arises from the side of courage. Just like a player who has used an energy pack and is resurrected with full health, Leng Bingbing goes berserk again and strikes out with a sword.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Leng Bingbing's sword draw was obviously much slower. Wang Budie did not intend to run, so he took a step forward to prepare for the real battle.
Leng Bingbing was very direct this time, going straight for Wang Busui's throat, sealing his throat with a sword. This was what Leng Bingbing dreamed of. If Wang Busui, such a shameless and hateful person, was not allowed to die early and be resurrected, how could he be left to eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year?
Wang Bu die easily dodged it, but because the sword body is very soft, its swing range will be much larger, and the distance Wang Bu die can dodge will be much greater. This will also consume physical strength, and the direction of the soft sword changes very quickly. , Wang Bushi had to dodge faster. Just now you were running blindly, but you didn't have much head-on confrontation, and you didn't feel the danger of the soft sword. Otherwise, this weapon would be really difficult to deal with.
Seeing Wang Busui's embarrassed escape, Leng Bingbing seemed to see Wang Busui being torn into pieces by himself, and he was carving an epitaph for Wang Busheng, the tomb of the shameless gangster Wang Busui. Leng Bingbing smiled inadvertently.
If this continues, the king will only be consumed to death. For this reason, the king decided to play a big game. As the saying goes, you can't catch the tiger's cubs if you don't enter the tiger's den. If you don't want to let go of the child, you can't trap the wolf. Just when the cold and soft sword strikes again. At this time, a figure stopped beside him, his eyes only staring at the tip of the sword, looking for the pattern of the sword's swing.
Leng Bingbing saw that Wang Bushit didn't hide, thinking that Wang Bushit had exhausted his skills and resigned himself to death, so he smiled even more. But soon, Wang Bushit had the opportunity to take action, and stretched out his five fingers, instead of using two fingers like those masters who pretend to compete in martial arts dramas. Just clamping the sword blade and pretending to be dead would be very miserable. Therefore, it was better for Wang Bu to play it safe. Looking for the right opportunity, Wang Bu did not hold the swinging blade of the sword accurately.
Seeing this, Leng Bingbing hurriedly wanted to take back the sword, but Wang Bushit's strength advantage came into play again, and Leng Bingbing tried several times without success.
People who fight without thinking on the battlefield often die the fastest. They are commonly known as cannon fodder. Only those who know how to observe the terrain, enemy situation and battlefield form can easily live until they are gray-haired. Wang Buzi was glad that he had a thinking brain that could analyze the situation and seize opportunities. Of course, Wang Buzi recognized his appearance more highly.
Wang Bushi said with a wicked smile, "Sister Killer, it's such a good sword. I want it."
