Chapter 127: My pants are torn (paying back the monthly loan 6)

Looking at Le Mulan in the training room, Zhang Yu was somewhat speechless and said, "How are you going to fight when you're dressed like this?"

At this moment, Le Mulan was wearing several sets of clothes, even thick gloves on his hands, and a mask on his face, looking bloated.

Zhang Yu cursed in his heart that he was sick. His mysophobia was too serious.

So Zhang Yu said, "I was disinfected when I entered the school, you don't have to be so exaggerated, right?"

Le Mulan waved her hand and said, "It doesn't matter, let's get started."

After two months of training, Le Mulan felt that his patience with Zhang Yu had made great progress.

But after two months of actual combat with her opponent again, she decided to take it step by step, such as wearing more sets of clothes at the beginning.

Zhang Yu shook his head helplessly, but the other party was a client who paid 12,000 yuan per hour, so he had no choice but to agree to any weird request.

Zhang Yu thought to himself, "Oh, it's great to be a rich man. I can even hire a talented high school boy like me to practice with me."

Le Mulan said: "Let's start with a normal fight. Try your best to drag me into a ground fight."

So after a moment, the two stood opposite each other. Le Mulan took a deep breath and waved to Zhang Yu, and Zhang Yu rushed forward.

Accompanied by loud bangs, Le Mulan's sword energy and Zhang Yu's internal energy collided violently.

Le Mulan felt a terrifying force mixed with vast magical power coming towards her.

However, she was not as strong as Zhang Yu to begin with, and her body was even slower than Zhang Yu as she was wrapped in multiple layers of clothes. She was beaten back step by step by Zhang Yu, who in a blink of an eye was within one meter of her.

Immediately afterwards, the world spun around and Le Mulan heard a loud bang and she fell to the ground.

Then she saw a pair of big hands grabbing towards her.

Seeing the pair of Zhang Yu's big hands reaching out, Le Mulan's face instinctively flashed with disgust, and she seemed to let out an "evil" in her heart.

So she quickly reached out to resist.

Although Le Mulan had learned a lot of close combat, grappling, and wrestling skills in the past two months, he was naturally unable to fight back against Zhang Yu.

Seeing that the other party had locked her hands and was about to wrap her legs around her, Le Mulan frowned and said, "Stop! Stop! Stop now!"

Zhang Yu stopped helplessly and asked, "What happened again?"

Le Mulan quickly stood up and thought to herself, "As expected... Although I can bear it for a while, it's still really annoying... A poor person's body."

But Le Mulan knew that she had asked Zhang Yu to come over to help her overcome her mental weaknesses and be able to change her mental methods more flexibly and freely.

But when she thought of the opponent's poor hands touching her during the battle, she felt an unbearable feeling of nausea.

Especially after reading Zhang Yu's circle of friends every day, she clearly remembered that these hands had touched all kinds of patinated bottles and jars, touched the river, touched the roadside stalls, and touched Bai Zhenzhen...

"The poor people are reaching out their hands to touch me randomly... This is much more painful than the simple hand touching last time."

"Sure enough... we still have to proceed step by step."

So she thought for a moment and said, "Next you will defend with all your strength. I will try to control you in the ground battle. You cannot take the initiative to reach out and attack me."

Zhang Yu nodded casually, thinking that the price would be the same no matter how you trained.

So the next moment, the two fell to the ground again, and this time it was Le Mulan who attacked Zhang Yu.

She stretched out her hand and hugged Zhang Yu from behind, locking her hands around Zhang Yu's neck.

Her legs kept trying to clamp down on Zhang Yu's thighs and lower abdomen.

But under this attack, she felt like she was controlling a giant dragon. The terrifying power entangled and surged between the two of them, constantly resisting her control.

Compared to two months ago, the strength of both of them is now incomparable.

Under the transmission of power from both sides, even though Le Mulan's clothes were of good quality, they still made a crackling sound.

I saw that the several layers of pants she was wearing were torn apart during the wrestling, revealing a pair of white and strong long legs.

Zhang Yu's pants were not in much better condition, also torn to pieces.

As the two of them struggled, Zhang Yu felt Le Mulan's thighs pressed tightly against his and rubbed against his thighs. This cold physical contact felt very subtle and distracted him for a moment.

After all, this is very different from the interactions he had with his previous client (Song Hailong).

Le Mulan, who also felt her thighs pressed against Zhang Yu, had an expression of disgust that almost became tangible, and she subconsciously moved her legs to the side.

But this action immediately showed signs of Zhang Yu trying to break free, so Le Mulan quickly reminded herself: "Be patient! You have to be patient! You have to overcome your psychological weaknesses!"

Fortunately, Zhang Yu was a little distracted, and not only did he fail to break free, but Le Mulan found an opportunity instead.

At this moment, Le Mulan hooked her hands around Zhang Yu's neck and wrapped her legs around Zhang Yu's waist. When her slender and powerful thigh muscles exerted force, she was like two giant pythons, and with a hissing sound, she tore a large piece of Zhang Yu's shirt into pieces.

Feeling her thighs pressed tightly against Zhang Yu's waist and abdomen, Le Mulan felt like she was clamping a bag of garbage between her legs.

However, although her eyes were full of disgust, she finally endured it.

However, in the next moment, as Zhang Yu used one hand to block Le Mulan's hands from blocking his neck, Zhang Yu's other hand reached out to Le Mulan's thigh, trying to pry her legs apart.

With a snap, it pressed on Le Mulan's thigh.

Le Mulan's body is very strong. Once she uses her strength, her skin and flesh will definitely be much harder than ordinary bricks and stones.

But at this moment, under the powerful force in Zhang Yu's hand, Le Mulan's thighs seemed to be filled with flesh all of a sudden, and sank slightly with Zhang Yu's pinch.

It was because of Zhang Yu's pinch that Le Mulan's body suddenly tensed up, as if her whole body was about to straighten.

"His hand..."

At this moment, Le Mulan's mind was like a kaleidoscope of thoughts, as she kept recalling the scenes she had seen on WeChat Moments.

It was these hands that had touched the bus, taken the subway, grabbed synthetic food, and used the restroom at Songyang High School. They were full of the genes of the poor, and had touched another poor person, Bai Zhenzhen, countless times...

Now he's squeezing his thighs?

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Two months ago, the nightmare on the ring seemed to keep surging in Le Mulan's mind again, and it was in sharp conflict with the mental method in her mind.

Le Mulan clenched her teeth fiercely, feeling the pain on her thigh getting more and more severe, and tried hard not to let the tears in her eyes flow down.

As for Zhang Yu... while he was constantly defending against Le Mulan's attack, he felt the fragrance around him becoming stronger and stronger.

"What does it smell like?"

It was not until Zhang Yu was locked by Le Mulan's hands again and his face was gradually stained with a layer of sweat from the other's arms that he understood.

"Fuck! Does Le Mulan's sweat smell good?"

"No...something's wrong. This sweat seems..."

As the two sides fought fiercely, Zhang Yu's body temperature rose rapidly, making Le Mulan feel like she was holding a fire stick. Her legs, chest and abdomen felt hotter and hotter.

Although Le Mulan's body was still cold, Zhang Yu could feel sweat constantly secreted from her hands, wetting his face.

"This isn't sweat at all, it smells like medicine... Is this Ziyun's medicine?!"

"Is it related to the super-metabolism surgery? Will it directly excrete the drug residue in her body like sweat?"

Smelling the scent of medicine coming from the other person's body, Zhang Yu felt the blood and energy in his body surging more and more violently, and the reaction of his brain nerves also began to become excited.

"No, God knows what kind of strong medicine Le Mulan, this medicine jar, has taken. I can't be affected by it..."

Zhang Yu knew that if an expert in drug administration was here, he might lick it and taste the ingredients in the medicine.

As a supporter of natural body training, Zhang Yu naturally would not take medicine indiscriminately. He quickly closed his mouth, held his breath, and tried not to be affected by the sweat on Le Mulan's body.

When the sweat appeared all over Le Mulan's body, especially on her thighs, she began to sweat more and more. A greasy feeling gradually came over her, and Zhang Yu's hands also felt slippery...

The next moment, Le Mulan, who had completely controlled Zhang Yu, was delighted: "Finally locked him up!"

However, the next moment after she succeeded, she let go of Zhang Yu like lightning, and with a whoosh... she rolled back more than ten meters.

Zhang Yu was seen lying on the ground with a flushed face. On the ground was a large pool of sweat that vaguely looked like a human shape and was still emitting hot steam.

Le Mulan asked: "Why didn't you use your strength in the end? Did you let it go?"

Zhang Yu glanced at Le Mulan unhappily and said, "You sweat too much. Your legs and hands are slippery and greasy, and they smell so good that I'm holding my breath."

After saying that, Zhang Yu glanced at Le Mulan and found that although her shirt was a little damaged, it didn't have much impact and still covered most of her body.

On the contrary, the pants on the pair of slender and straight legs had been almost torn to pieces in the previous fight, and a large dark blue handprint could be seen on the right thigh.

Zhang Yu saw the big handprint and asked embarrassedly, "Is your leg okay?"

Le Mulan was still thinking about what Zhang Yu had just said. After hearing that, she looked at the bruise on her leg and said calmly, "It's just a minor injury. I have my own medicine in my body, so it will heal itself in a while."

"You just said, why do you have to hold your breath?" Le Mulan asked puzzledly: "The super metabolic surgery makes me have a particularly strong ability to absorb and decompose the medicine."

"And the medicines I use on a daily basis are all of the highest grade. After I absorb these medicines, the liquid medicines that are excreted from my body surface... are just medicine dregs for me, but for ordinary students, they completely meet the normal drinking standards and are non-toxic and have no side effects."

"You can even drink it straight away, so you don't have to worry about holding your breath or anything like that."

"But..." Le Mulan frowned and said, "You are not allowed to touch me with your tongue."

Zhang Yu was furious: You bastard... I am a natural body cultivator! Who cares about your medicinal dregs! - Please give me a monthly ticket!

(End of this chapter)