How was this possible?
How was this possible?
How was this possible? How was this possible?!
How could there be such a big chest in this world!
Fake!
It must be fake!
Made of cotton!
Using a water bag!
Stuffed with fruit!
Sima Ping felt that her three views had received an incomparably devastating blow.
What kind of undignified chest was this? What kind of despicable breast volume was this?
The hungry chest-force had met the evil chest-force.
Zhang Yinluo looked at Sima Ping who was sitting on the ground, and repeated: "Little sister … Are you in any trouble?"
"Little" sister... Sima Ping's eyes flashed with a trace of anger as if he was looking at an enemy of the same level.
So what if I'm small!
Zhang Yinluo noticed the other party's angry gaze that had suddenly become extremely strange. Then, he looked at the other party's incomparably flat chest and said hesitantly: "... Little brother?"
Little Brother, your head!
I'm a woman!
Woman!
In Sima Ping's eyes, the other party's chest that was faintly trembling, and the face that looked extremely worried, all of this became extremely mocking in Sima Ping's eyes. In a flash, a name flashed through the girl's mind. She suddenly raised her hand and pointed at Zhang Yinluo, saying loudly, "You are … a milk cow spirit!"
Dongfang Xin, who had come out with Zhang Yinluo and was curiously sizing up Sima Ping, burst out laughing. He pointed at Zhang Yinluo and laughed wildly: "Your reputation … Your reputation has already spread out!
"A terrifying milk cow spirit who eats women's breasts and turns them into flat-chested women to increase their own breasts …"
"..." Zhang Yinluo's expression instantly became extremely brilliant. She silently slashed backwards with her hand, causing Dongfang Xin to cry out and cover his head. Then, she slowly said, "Ah, what is your relationship with that woman, Zhao Feihuang?"
Sima Ping jumped up, and said with a face full of vigilance: "It, it really is you!"
"Your expression tells me … she must have said something bad about me behind my back." Zhang Yinluo gritted his teeth. "This woman … forget it, I'll deal with her later."
She looked at Sima Ping. "Since you're an acquaintance of that woman, I can't not help you. Tell me, why are you in such a hurry? Is someone chasing you?"
Sima Ping finally remembered that someone was chasing after her. She was shocked and was about to run away when an angry snort came from behind. The Old Boxer's figure descended from the sky like a goshawk and pounced on Sima Ping. "The prescription hasn't been written yet. Why are you running?
Come back with me! "
Without hesitation, Zhang Yinluo pressed Sima Ping's shoulder and pulled her to the back. Then, the girl flicked her wrist, and the Jinghong Sword was unsheathed. She flipped it over and landed in her palm. The sword light pierced through the air and shot toward the Old Boxer like a lightning bolt.
The fist and the sword collided with a muffled sound. The Old Boxer's momentum was blocked. He tumbled back a few feet and landed steadily on the ground. A thin line of blood dripped from his right hand.
He glanced at his right hand and then looked at the long sword in Zhang Yinluo's hand. He snorted, and a trace of seriousness flashed in his eyes. "Jinghong of the Imperial Army, Song of the Spirit Vulture Sword. Girl, what's your surname?"
Just now, she had taken him by surprise and even used her Startling Sword. Even so, she was only able to lightly injure the old man, while her wrist was slightly numb from the impact of his fist. But even so, she was not willing to admit defeat. Zhang Yinluo waved his long sword and said proudly, "I don't tell people who bully young girls that I come from … Your Excellency's martial arts are so strong, so please respect your status."
Young girl!?
Young girl your ass!
I'm 16 years old this year!
16 years old!
Neither of the two people facing each other heard Sima Ping's roar of grief and indignation in her heart. The tense atmosphere was on the verge of exploding. When the Old Boxer heard Zhang Yinluo's words, his face sank. He knew that his side was in the wrong this time, but Young Master Wuhen had repeatedly urged him to bring this female doctor back … Now that things had come to this, he couldn't care less.
He said slowly, "There's more to this matter. Girl, don't jump to conclusions. It's just … do you really want to get involved in this muddy water?"
Zhang Yinluo raised the long sword in his hand and smiled faintly. "In terms of personal friendship, this little girl seems to be a friend of an old friend of mine. Therefore, she's not a stranger to me.
In terms of justice, how can I, a martial artist, look on helplessly as she is taken away by you?
If Senior insists on not giving up, then Junior can only fight with all his strength. "
She said such beautiful words, but her left hand behind her back made a gesture to Dongfang Xin behind her. The meaning was for her to quickly release the Cloud Piercing Arrow. Sun Lang wasn't in Mingzhou City right now, but Zhao Yunlong was. Call Great General Zhao over and shoot this old son of a bitch to death.
After making the gesture, Zhang Yinluo naturally placed his left hand on the satchel at his waist. There were two tactical weapons there that could turn the situation around. If things didn't work out, then he would use these things to hold on until reinforcements arrived …
However, it wasn't known if Dongfang Xin misunderstood the meaning or didn't understand Zhang Yinluo's gesture. In any case, when the great spear girl saw Miss Zhang make such a gesture, she immediately realized that she was preparing to throw that damn can of herring. In an instant, a complete battle plan emerged in Dongfang Xin's mind.
The girl held the great spear wrapped in the holster on her shoulder in her hand and shouted, "If you want to fight, then fight! Why are you talking so much nonsense?"
After saying that, she didn't even take off the holster. Just like that, she brandished the spear and rushed forward to stab at the Old Boxer's face.
The Old Boxer had rich combat experience and had seen a lot of battles. With a cursory glance at Dongfang Xin's posture and speed, he knew that this little girl's kung fu wasn't very good. At least, she was much worse than the girl with the Imperial Army.
He was aware of his status and didn't want to bully the weak and fight with the little girl. Just as he was about to show a flaw and kick this ignorant little girl to the side, his expression suddenly changed. This girl's speed and strength were both slightly lacking, but her footwork and posture were already quite good. At first glance, he could tell that she had the demeanor of a famous master. This move was obviously …
"Phoenix Nod!"
He shouted in shock and reached out to grab the head of the spear covered with cloth. It felt strange. It wasn't a sword-shaped spear head, nor was it a spindle-shaped spear head. Instead, it was a cylindrical spear head, and there seemed to be strange threads carved on the surface … But no matter how strange this spear head was, the spear style and footwork couldn't be wrong!
Tightly grasping the spear head, the Old Boxer said with a serious look, "How should I address General Zhao Yunlong and this girl?"
What responded to him was the excited smile of Dongfang Xin, who had succeeded in her scheme.
In an instant, the force attached to the spear head exploded and tore the cloth covering the spear head into pieces. In an instant, the Old Boxer saw the whole picture of the spear head that he had been holding.
That shape was very familiar to any adult.
The mushroom-shaped spear head was steadily aimed at his face. In the center of the spear head, there was a small hole, which was dark and emitted a very dangerous feeling …
The Old Boxer thought that he was hallucinating.
Even the most brilliant martial artists would be shocked and absent-minded for a short period of time after encountering such a thing.
And Dongfang Xin was waiting for this moment.
An excited roar came into the ears of everyone present, and the young girl made a declaration of liberation of her real name.
"Gungnir!"