Abandoning the Emperor and Paying the World: Peerless Master

Search "" to find us!
"If you can beat me, you can stay!" The alcoholic looked down at Zi Xi condescendingly, and the decadence of the past was swept away.

After hearing this, Zixi wiped away the nosebleed with her sleeve, raised her breath, and clawed at the drunkard's neck, intending to strike first.

The drunkard remained calm, motionless, clenched his fist, and swung his fist down again with the momentum of a thunderbolt, hitting Zixi's cheek firmly, still in the same place, without any deviation.

Zixi stood up again in a daze, spit out a mouthful of dirty blood, adjusted her state, and launched an attack again.However, no matter how she moves or attacks, she will be beaten to the ground by the drunkard within one move, and the injured part will always be the same place. [

After being punched ten times by the alcoholic, she couldn't hold on. She lay on the ground and couldn't stand up. Her cheeks were swollen into steamed buns, and there was blood under her nostrils and around the corners of her mouth, but the rest of her body was intact.It seems that back in the time when she was practicing with Uncle Feng, she was also killed in one move, but it was different, Uncle Feng would not hurt her, the drunkard was serious.

The drunkard scolded: "My kung fu is comparable to Uncle Feng's. You can catch Uncle Feng's more than ten moves, but you can't catch one of my moves. Why? Have you thought about it?"

have not thought!She never thought about these things!Every day, she only thinks about completing the homework assigned by her master and pleasing her master so that she will not be punished by her master.Every day is very satisfying, and I have been living in such an ordinary way, and I can see Master every day, so I feel very happy.

Zixi struggled to get up, her whole body was weak, and she wobbled unsteadily.

Before she could make a move, the drunkard punched her again, and this time she finally couldn't stand up anymore, her nose and mouth were filled with a thick smell of blood, and she suddenly felt so powerless and helpless.

"Master..."

Even though she knew that Master would not comfort her, protect her, or forgive her, calling "Master" gave her a sense of comfort, concern, and hope.

The drunkard had no choice but to do everything soft and hard, but there was still nothing he could do about her.

He knelt down, softened his tone, and sighed: "Well, let me say this, in another four years, Luo Bichen will definitely find the young master. We don't know when the young master will forgive you. If you stay here, young master Your internal injuries will recur because of you, and the young master will be mad at you without waiting for Luo Bichen to come."