hehe--
It's this bastard again.
He must be doing something shameful and embarrassing again!
After all, what decent person would engage in a martial arts competition in a house?
But what about the names of these moves?
No matter how I think about it, it seems like we are in a martial arts competition.
Could it really be a martial arts competition?
Do you want to go and have a look?
No no.
Li Yinhuan's head shook like a rattle.
That big bad guy!
You're definitely not doing anything serious!
She has experience and lessons in this matter.
Li Yinhuan's face was already very red, and the heaviness and confusion on her face disappeared like morning dew.
"You're blushing so hard, can't you bear it? Then use the mortar and pestle and see if you can pound out the medicine."
Jinlian seemed to have transformed into a little witch, torturing and mocking Qin Yuan madly.
"Still...still a long way to go!" Qin Yuan straightened his chest and looked very firm.
"Don't cry until you see the coffin. Prepare to die. The treasure lock is across the river!" Jinlian shouted sternly.
"It's just a trivial skill. How dare you show off your skills in front of an expert?" Qin Yuan raised the corner of his mouth and sneered.
"You are so sweet-talking. Try that trick of playing the flute under the bright moon!" Jinlian's eyebrows slanted, full of contempt.
"Dipping snow to find plum blossoms, pinching tendons to catch dragons, shaking pestles with pink petals..." Jinlian kept reciting the names of dishes, using the power of chanting to increase the power of her moves.
Facing Jinlian's attack that was like a storm, Qin Yuan gritted his teeth and held on, even his voice trembling.
But he was so sharp-tongued that he refused to admit defeat.
"Hehe...witch...witch girl...is that...that's it?"
"Witch...witch...you...are you...using...your...hands...like this?"
"You...you've used up all your moves... haven't you?"
"You've already...used this trick...been used...before!"
"Die...die...witch...witch!"
"ah……"
It still sounds like a martial arts competition.
Li Yinhuan hesitated again.
After all, the names of these moves are still very serious.
Could it be that they were really having a martial arts competition?
But...how could Sister Jinlian possibly beat that bastard?
However, if that bastard was careless, it wouldn't be impossible for him to get hit a few times.
Would you like to take a look?
Just one glance.
This isn't voyeurism either.
I just want to take a look at the outcome of the competition.
Well, I just want to see Sister Jinlian beat up that bastard.
That……
or……
Take a look?
Then let’s see?
good.
look!
Just one glance.
Li Yinhuan made up her mind, held her breath, and quietly walked to the door.
Judging from the sounds, the battle must have reached a fever pitch.
The bastard Qin Yuan's breathing became louder and louder, and it seemed that he had been beaten by Sister Jinlian to the point that he had no power to fight back.
Why is this bastard getting weaker and weaker?
Can't it?
Could it be that alcohol and sex have drained his body these days?
It's not impossible.
With full of curiosity, Li Yinhuan took a look through the window paper.
Just one glance.
"ah--------------"
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