Evil Master

"Phew!"

The yellow ball's speed was a little faster than what Xu Yong had shot, and it whizzed past in the air.

It was just some brute force. Xu Yong smiled and once again used his backhand to sharpen the ball, continuously lowering the ball's speed and angle. Duan Hong stood at the back, and anxiously ran forward, but he was still a step too late. Looking at the ball falling to the ground, Duan Hong shook his head.

Xu Qing looked at the two of them fighting back and forth on the stage, especially at Duan Hong's frail body that was constantly running around on the field while sweating like the rain. She felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.

This man used to help her beat up that upstart. Back then, he was such a man, but now, he was as playful as a monkey, giving people a heart-breaking feeling.

Han Luo watched as the score slowly expanded. One to one, two to zero, three to zero, four to zero.

The two of them had three minutes to rest in the arena. Han Luo hurriedly ran over and handed the kettle and towel over and said: "Boss, don't be discouraged. We still have a chance, the second round will definitely be reversed."

Duan Hong scratched his head, drank some water, and said: "Your boss is known as a Half Immortal, how could he lose to him? "Look, you're sweating because you're in such a hurry. Here's the boss to wipe it off for you."

Duan Hong used a towel to wipe the sweat off Han Luo's forehead.

Han Luo hurriedly received it. This was the towel the boss had used — — Xu Qing, who was at the side, watched Han Luo and Duan Hong's intimate actions and felt a little sour in her heart. She thought to herself, Who is this woman?

Could it be his girlfriend?

She was wearing such revealing clothes. What a slut.

Three minutes of time quickly passed. Before Duan Hong could finish enjoying Han Luo's benefits, he had already called for a fight at the side.

On the other hand, Xu Yong had won four times over Duan Hong in the previous round, and determined that the other party only had a slight understanding of tennis techniques. How could he contend against a grandmaster like, his self-confidence grew to the extreme, and at the same time, felt somewhat sorrowful for himself.

His aloof and slightly sad expression made Duan Hong feel extremely disgusted. Before the ball started, he looked at Xu Qing who was in a daze.

"Young Master Xu, Young Master Xu, congratulations on your success. I like people who come after me," he said in a clear voice.

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< p > "Hahaha.

Xu Yong laughed wildly and said: "Segmental Large Intestine, stop with this. You are obviously not as skilled as others and you want to delay things with your words? You don't even have a chance, of course if you want to gamble with me.

I'm very happy to do it, so I might as well get some prizes for the competition. "

He turned his head to look at Xu Qing, and said: "However, no matter what the bet, as long as you lose, you must kneel down to Miss Xu, this is also my request."

Xu Qing looked at Duan Hong with a melancholy expression, hoping that he wouldn't agree. She didn't want to see the man who had saved her before to kneel down in front of her.

Duan Hong touched the buddhist beads on his right hand and said: "Young Master Xu, I promise you! If I lose, I'll kneel down in front of Miss Xu in front of everyone, even licking her toes won't be a problem. "

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< p > Licking the toes of beauties?

What you want is beautiful!

Xu Yong looked at Xu Qing's jade feet, and swallowed her saliva, and thought: That is my favorite.

"Licking your toes is fine, just kneel down.

< p > "And if you lose?

Duan Hong loudly attracted Xu Yong's gaze over.

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< p > "I lose?

Xu Yong laughed again and said, "Young man, people know their own worth. It means that when you are not a match for others, you should know your own worth.

He looked at Duan Hong's determined expression, and then at Xu Qing who had a gloomy face, and said: "If I lose, what do you think we should do?"

Duan Hong smiled playfully and said: "It's very simple. Go back and tell your father, 'Actually, for all these years, there's one thing I haven't told you, and that is that I'm not your biological father."

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< p > "Pu!

Xu Yong almost spit out the pasta he ate earlier this morning as he glared at Duan Hong. Is this guy even human?

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< p > "What?" "You dare not agree?

Duan Hong laughed.

"Young Master Xu, Young Master Xu, congratulations on your success. I like people who come after me," he said in a clear voice.

Xu Yong thought about it and said coldly: "Mr. Segmental Large Intestine sure likes to joke around, but I'll play with you, I agree."

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< p > "Good!

Duan Hong immediately ran over to the side of the net and extended his right palm: "Young Noble Xu, we are under a gentleman's agreement. It's a slap on the face of the palm, we cannot break it in front of so many people."

Xu Yong unwillingly walked over and clapped with Duan Hong. Looking at Duan Hong's sneering face, he suddenly felt like he was duped, but thinking back to Duan Hong's crude technique just now, he felt that he wouldn't lose to her no matter what. Xu Yong felt a little bit more at ease.

"Mr. Segmental Large Intestine, my time is limited. Please serve the ball quickly, I have an appointment with Miss Xu tonight."

Xu Yong smiled.

Han Luo shouted from the side, "Boss, you can do it! I believe you won't lose, you're a supperman!"

She once again thought of her first meeting with Duan Hong.

The two of them had a beautiful and ambiguous encounter inside the elevator. That time, Duan Hong's punch would be able to create a crater in the elevator door;

Duan Hong clenched his racket tightly with his right hand. He first bent down and made preparations, sneaking a glance at Han Luo from the corner of his eye.

The five fingers of the tennis ball held in his left hand suddenly exerted force. The Dragon Seizing Hand forcefully crushed the elastic tennis ball.

"Young Master Xu, Young Master Xu, congratulations on your success. I like people who come after me," he said in a clear voice.

Duan Hong thought to himself as he gently threw the ball with his left hand, focusing his energy on the ball that was not spinning at all.

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< p > "Bang!

If the pistol had hit the bullet, if the racket had not been of good quality, it would have left a big hole in the wall.

The yellow ball fell to the ground like a meteorite. Because it was too fast, it created a friction with the air and made a whistling sound.

The referee, who was sitting upright in the middle of the field, was listening to their conversation. He was originally drowsy, but the ball suddenly flashed by and he woke up with a start.

When he turned around, Han Yong was already waving his racket, feeling slightly shocked in his heart. This guy's strength wasn't bad, but what's the point of using brute force.

"Young Master Xu, Young Master Xu, congratulations on your success. I like people who come after me," he said in a clear voice.

When his racket touched the ball, it felt like the whole ball had changed.

That originally flexible ball was like a shooting star, bringing with it an unstoppable force.

Xu Yong turned pale with fright as he clenched his teeth. Right now, he wasn't thinking about how to throw the ball back, but how to stop it.

The fifty-seven kilograms of tennis ball didn't have the slightest bit of elasticity, as if it had turned into a lump of iron, instantly piercing through Xu Yong's net and landing on the side of the net with a loud thump, rolling out with a "gulu" sound.

The side referee immediately raised his hand to indicate Duan Hong to win by one point.

< p > "Yeah!

Han Luo jumped up in joy. Her skirt fluttered in the wind, and her radiance gushed out, wishing that she could immediately give Duan Hong a kiss on the stage.

Duan Hong continuously gulped, and looked at Han Luo with a beaming smile.

Xu Qing, who was standing next to Xu Yong, was also shocked by this attack. His originally anxious heart had unexpectedly calmed down and he was indeed a man who had saved me before.

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