"Come on, I'm afraid of you? You're dreaming."

The two men started to fight, and Zhang Liang could see that this man was really ruthless, with every punch aiming to kill him, as if he were his enemy.

I couldn't help but start to get serious, and the two of them practiced for a long time, until dark.

The soldiers finished their meal and passed by the training ground, where they saw two people competing, so they formed a circle around them.

"Why did the two of them suddenly start fighting?"

"You don't know this, right? The two of them often fight each other, masters fighting each other."

"It looks really cruel. I don't think I can withstand a punch from him."

After practicing for an unknown amount of time, Zhang Liang felt his stomach growling, and quickly jumped to the side:

"Stop, stop, I admit defeat, isn't it okay? I'm starving, I need to go back and eat."

The two men had just finished fighting and were sweating profusely. Lu Huaijin was panting and looking at the sky.

Zhang Liang shouted to the onlookers:

"No more fighting, no more fighting, hurry back, what are you watching?"

The crowd around gradually dispersed.

Both of them sat on the ground.

"What happened to you today? Did you have a fight with your sister-in-law?"

Lu Huaijin has prominent brow peaks:

"No, don't talk nonsense."

"Forget it. We have been together for so many years. I don't know that you are abnormal. We quarreled at the head of the bed and made up at the foot of the bed. Go back and make up. Sister-in-law is a good woman. If you don't want it, I want it."

"Go away, do you want to be beaten again?"

Lu Huaijin clenched his fists. He didn’t care about other things, but he had to be worthy of the skin on his body.