Chapter 90 The First Kiss of Life!

Ichiro Mimoto stood up and took a look at the man in front of him, with a look of unwillingness in his eyes.

Du Haisheng was stunned, smiled and said, "That's right. I can still stand up. It seems that I'm still too weak."

With his words, he almost made Ichiro Sanben, who finally stood up, fell down again. He scolded in his heart. Damn, I still have to fight. I feel like I'm falling out. If it hadn't been for the support of the super fighting ability and the spirit of Japan's great samurai, not to mention standing up, I'm afraid I would have died a yellow spring now and spit out a mouthful of blood. This guy suddenly ran away and ran away from the impulse of the man in front of him.

"You, how can you know the ancient Aikido in Japan?" Finally, Ichiro Mimoto still did not choose to escape. As long as he is now, as the other party wants to die, he believes that he will never live. What's more, he has to figure out why the other party has his own country's kung fu. Since ancient times, Aikido has only been Japan. Only male princes from a few families can practice. Ordinary people don't touch it if they want, let alone learn.

The teenager in front of him is not only good at kung fu, but also has a lot of changes in Aikido. With softness, he is both strong and soft, and his strength is far above himself. Is he also a Japanese?

If Du Haisheng knew this idea, he had to spit blood angrily, "Do you have this kind of martial arts in Japan?" He paused and then said, "In my impression, Japan seems to only recruit people. Martial arts are not satisfactory. You can't create such a quintessential thing. Don't put gold on your face. It's done."

"Baga! Cough!" Sanben Ichiro was burned again and again by Du Haisheng's angry chest, and no longer took into account the strength of the other party. He scolded, "Dare to insult my Japanese martial arts!"

"Great Japanese martial arts? Haha, joke, I'm an authentic Chinese martial arts.

"Chinese martial arts?" Ichiro Sanben was stunned, snorted coldly, and said proudly, "What you just used is clearly Aikido martial arts, plagiarizing the essence of our great Japanese Empire, a despicable and shameless nation."

"Stop it!" Without waiting for him to say, Du Haisheng shouted loudly and stopped him angrily. He couldn't wait to beat him up and beat him to death. But now it's not the time to let him die for his own vent. It's okay to kill the people of a country, but in this era, it's not enough to kill a Japanese. Just an excuse is enough to start a war.

He doesn't want the war to happen in advance. Although there are constant frictions, the current Japanese militarism has not completely torn the face with the government of the Republic of China. He can't be a sinner of history.

After thinking about it, Du Haisheng suppressed his anger and spit it out word by word from his teeth: "Don't be shameless. This is Chinese martial arts." He turned his head and rushed to Fu Hong, "Tell him what's his name!"

Fu Hong looked proud, coughed twice, and said proudly to Sanben Ichiro, "Remember, this is a long-standing martial art in China, Tai Chi!"

"Taiji?" Ichiro Mimoto was stunned. Obviously, he didn't know what this Taiji was. His Japanese was taught by a Chinese friend in Japan. As for kung fu, he learned it from those small schools, Taiji! The first time he heard about it, he wondered how it could be so close to his Aikido martial arts.

"Yes, it's Tai Chi!" Du Haisheng held his head high and smiled coldly, "You Japanese people say that you are stealing from you, and now you are talking about martial arts, and it's shameless. You know, your judo, karate, and taekwondo. Dao, swordsmanship has been passed down from China, and you can deny this in every way.

After a pause, Du Haisheng sneered and said, "Isn't it cool to defeat you Japanese with your Japanese things?"

"You...", Sanben Ichiro suddenly was speechless. As Japanese samurai, they knew that a lot of Japanese kung fu was passed down in the Tang Dynasty and then evolved. In the final analysis, the ancestor of Japanese kung fu is Chinese kung fu. Although it is not recognized on the surface, it is better than anyone else. Got it.

"Well, I'm in a good mood today. Just because you insult us and other people in the land of our Chinese nation, I can kill you here. Get out of here. It's better get out of the beach and get out of the land of China. Don't come back here in the future, otherwise... You will never have such good luck next time." Du Haisheng said. Finally, with a ferocious face, thinking of the Anti-Japanese War in history, he was even more angry and warned sharply.

"Hmm, humble Chinese people, I won't let you go of today's hatred. My samurai of the Japanese Empire will not let you go. With your words, I will never die!"

Sanben Ichiro was furious. Today, he was taught a lesson by a Chinese man. He can forgive such a strange humiliation. The elders in his family and masters will never give up with him and kill him. Only by letting the person in front of him completely disappear from the world can he find the scene he lost today and get rid of the shame.

As soon as he finished his words, he saw the opposite guy gently raising the corners of his mouth and showing a cold smile. His heart felt cold. He just wanted to turn around and run away. Before he turned his head, he saw a figure coming to him like a flutter. Before he had any reaction, he suddenly felt stuffy. Du Haisheng stared at his little On his belly, Ichiro Sanben flew out again tragically and fell heavily in the middle of the road.

When the passers-by saw this, he didn't know what was going on, but when he saw a heavy object falling to the ground, he saw a man, his face exploded like a pig's head, and a stream of red blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

Du Haisheng came to the door, looked at the people on the ground and scolded angrily. He warned sharply, "Kid, I keep your life. Go back and report to your bullshit elders, masters, and embassies and consulates. Grandpa is waiting here. You have the ability to kill me. If you don't have the ability, I'm going to kill you all. It's done."

The passers-by saw an ordinary-man standing at the door and scolding at the man on the ground. He didn't know why. He just saw that this man was ordinary-like. Why was he so arrogant? He killed all of them. It was really cruel.

Fu Hong and Hu Die looked at each other and knew that these Japanese had made Du Haisheng very angry. It seemed that if he was angry, the consequences would be very serious. It was really lucky for him that Sanben Ichiro could save his life.

Du Haisheng doesn't kill Sanben Ichiro. First of all, he wants him to give a letter to the Japanese warriors who hide behind him. He is not afraid of causing trouble. If he dares to provoke himself, they will all die. They can't kill you during the day. No one knows at night. If they kill them, they will be killed. Anyway, in his eyes, these people are more lifeless than a dog. Second, he promised Fu Hong not to kill people and less. Today, he still sticks to his words.

If the Japanese dare to come to themselves, don't blame him for being rude. He never talks about sympathy and has no sympathy for the Japanese!

Sanben Ichiro on the ground once again shocked several people present. He staggered his hands and stood up again. It was a miracle. Du Haisheng had to admire the fearless spirit of Japanese Bushido.

If you are a Chinese, it goes without saying that if you are seriously injured to such a level, you will definitely pretend to be dead or beg for mercy. Although this is only a minority, the proportion must be higher than that of Japanese warriors.

It seems that the pride of the Chinese has not been cultivated, and the backbone is still not straight. Otherwise, how can a small Japan burn, kill and plunder the country?

"Zhi Na, you, you wait!" San Ben Ichiro, who stood up, took a look at Du Haisheng, as if he tried his best to squeeze out a few words, but he was still neither humble nor arrogant, and would rather die than surrender.

"Yes, get out of here! I'm waiting!" Du Haisheng sneered and took two steps forward. When Sanben Ichiro saw this, he smiled bitterly in his heart. Damn, he came back. As soon as he turned around, he could no longer care about the pain and ran away.

"This..." The three looked at the distant figure of the Japanese, and they all looked ashamed. At this speed, how he was so seriously injured, everyone was surprised.

It seems that the Japanese are also afraid of death. Du Haisheng turned around and went back to the house, shook his head secretly and couldn't help sighing. In the face of real death, how many people are not afraid, not to mention this kind of torture that life is worse than death.

Fu Hong and Hu Die were both excited and beat the Japanese away. Of course, they were happy. Who made them too domineering? The two ran to Du Haisheng happily.

Hu Die had some scruples because she had been in love and had a fiance before. When she came to him, she just looked at him and smiled, which was encouragement and did not make much action.

Fu Hong was a little let go. He came up and grabbed Du Haisheng's arm, gently raised his head, and kissed him deeply on the cheek.

Soft, soft, and a trace of warmth on the face, this feeling is too wonderful, just like eating a piece of rock candy.

It turned out that the woman's kiss was like this. Du Haisheng was stunned for a moment, and his heart was like a sea of trouble, thinking about it. This kiss completely blinded him.

The first kiss in my life was actually the initiative of a girl. He never thought that the fruitless kisses practiced repeatedly in the room was realized in public. This was too dramatic. He was excited, he was happy, and his heart was a little restless. If it hadn't been for the daytime, there were still people At the scene, he will hit the iron while it is hot and throw down the beautiful woman in front of him.

Although I couldn't talk to mouth, I was still quite contented. Hey hey, Du Haisheng thought, and he laughed like an idiot, which was different from the fierce person just now.

It's really in response to that sentence - the hero is sad about the beauty!

After kissing Du Haisheng, Fu Hong also blushed, with a shy expression. She lowered her head, but with an infinite smile. At this time, she thought that the kiss came too late. In fact, she should have done so long ago.

"Okay, nerd, wake up!" Fu Hong couldn't help reminding Du Haisheng standing there with his mouth open and giggling happily.

Her behavior made the butterfly around her have astringent taste. She didn't feel it in her heart. Her face changed several times, and she couldn't help turning her head and didn't want to look at it again.

The three people knew that Li Jie stood there and was a little at a loss. The moment when Sanben Ichiro was knocked down, her heart was already cold to low, despair, and incomparable despair rose in her heart. She knew that everything was over, it was over, and she would become helpless and completely lose her life in the future. Ability, even if you rent out this store.

She was in contradictions, hatred, and hatred for the three people in front of her who were nosy. Xie, the appearance of the three finally got rid of the devil's claws, so her eyes when she looked at the three were also full of complexity.

Du Haisheng woke up and found that he had just lost his temper and smiled awkwardly. Then he looked at Li Jie, who was standing there and was a little stunned. Now it's time to talk about her problems...