Chapter 117 Duel

"Second young master, is this good?"

Since Feng Weiqing and An Shengjie started fighting until now, Fuer looked at the door nervously for a second. From time to time, she looked back at An Shengqing, who was sitting in a chair leisurely tasting tea. "The third young master and Mr. Feng have been fighting for a long time. They...ah, they flew to the roof again!"

"Don't worry, I promise there will be no problem." An Shengqing took a sip of tea, turned his face and raised his eyebrows to look at the master of Da Lala, holding a large bowl of plum wine in one hand, and his mouth was still moving endlessly. "Fuer, your daughter is not worried. What are you worried about?" Seeing how happy she is, it seems that the little sister will be promoted to have the opportunity to bite oranges and be worshipped as a roast suckling pig.

"But..." Fu'er wanted to say that the emperor was not in a hurry for the eunuch, and the lady was not in a hurry. Although she is a subordinate and has never read a book, she is very clever. As soon as Mr. Feng appeared with the young lady in her arms, she found that there should be a special relationship between them. It is said that San Shao's kung fu is one of the best in the world. In case the third young master accidentally clicks Mr. Feng, will the young lady not faint on the spot?

Last time for Uncle Liu... Pooh, what uncle, that's just a scumbag! With a spat on the ground, Fuer frowned her small willow leaf eyebrows, and her round face almost frowned into a small bag. It was all caused by Liu's scum. If it hadn't been for him, the lady would not have left her and almost died without saying goodbye. It was all his fault!

However, now it depends on the situation that the young lady has got rid of the frustrated days of the past, and according to the rumors she heard in the outside neighborhood, the young owner of this Proud Fort is a good man and has high martial arts skills. If he can focus on the young lady, she will absolutely approve of the two of them being together.

It's just... The round face turned to Anjoya, who didn't care but was very excited to get more than a dozen kinds of tea to eat alone. Why didn't the young lady worry at all?

Is Anchoa really not worried?

No, she is very worried. That's why she gets so many things as soon as she enters the door and keeps eating. When she is nervous, she can't control herself from overeating.

Because she didn't know which side to cheer for, she obediently followed into the room, but Baifu's big mouth broadcasted the live broadcast of the external situation, and her heart unconsciously raised it up, and her feet trembled uncontrollably - her mouth was stuffed with a thousand-layer cake that could not be eaten, and Anchoa was in other Where people can't see, she shed tears secretly,555555... She can't control herself. I really want to run out to see it!

"Ah, Mr. Feng was kicked in the chest!" Fu'er screamed. Anjoya's hand trembled, and the pastry she had just picked up fell back to the plate and rotted into a ball. Hearing this slight sound, An Shengqing's ears moved and turned his face to look at her, but saw An Qiaoya reaching out and nibbling with the hemp rolls on another plate as if nothing had happened.

"Ah, the third young master was punched in the shoulder, ah, it's horrible!" Fuer continued to scream and disturb the people. This time, the hemp scroll in An Qiaoya's hand has not fallen off, but... it seems that he has bitten his finger.

An Shengqing has been quietly paying attention to An Qiaoya's performance, watching her either drop something or nibble on her finger with Fu's scream, or accidentally overturning the tea bowl. She is obviously nervous to death but pretending not to care. Well, it's funny.

The martial arts competition outside can't be compared with Joya's wonderful expression at all. It's a pity that the eldest brother didn't follow up to see it.

"Ah, it's not good. Mr. Feng is bleeding, ah, ah, ah, he was tricked again...ah!" The last word was issued because a woman who was rushed out and hit a door panel on one side.

Looking at the back of Anjoa, who had killed her all the way to the yard with the long dust behind her, Fur was half astated. Miss, what are you going to do? Do you run so fast without twisting your feet?

"Fuer, well done." Slowly, An Shengqing put the folding fan in his hand against his chin and opened a row of white teeth and smiled brightly. "It seems that Georgia really likes that guy."

"Second young master, can you see it?" Fuer blinked and found the expression of a bosom friend.

"Such an obvious thing, only when the eyes of the boss and the third brother are covered by ghosts will they not be seen clearly." An Shengqing shrugged his shoulders and stepped on all the births and later than himself.

"Second young master..." Fu'er's black line, fortunately, the young master and the third young master are not here, otherwise it would be strange that the second young master could stand here so 'healthy'.

"Let's go. Let's go out to join in the fun." By the way, stare at the little sister so that she won't rush between the two. If she gets hurt, I guess the boss and the third can't forgive him. It's better for him to go out as a nanny.

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Anchoya almost ran all the way to the yard. He bled. Where on earth did he hurt? Is the injury serious?

Damn it, she should have advised the two of them not to fight at the beginning. That's good. No matter who is injured, she is distressed.

"Joa?" An Shengwei was the first person to find An Qiaoya running out. He frowned and immediately stepped forward to stop her who was about to rush through the field. "Why are you running here? Why don't you go back inside!" How on earth did the second brother look at her? Unexpectedly, she was allowed to run out by herself. What if something goes wrong?

Because the way forward was stopped by An Shengwei, An Qiaoya, who was hanging on the two people in the duel, hit An Shengwei's shoulder so straight, and the latter was hit by the bursting impact and took a step back.

"Brother, why are you standing here in the way... Hey, I'm going to go there, don't block me..." Although it slowed down when he hit An Shengwei, An Qiaoya didn't stop and immediately turned around and slipped out from under his arm. But after a few steps, I found that I couldn't run any way.

"Come back." An Shengwei walked all the way to the front hall with angioya's back collar in one hand.

"Brother, put me down..." His feet kicked randomly less than ten centimeters from the ground. Anchoa reached behind his neck to break Shengwei's hand. "Brother, I'm going to see. He's injured. I..."

"Quiet." An Shengwei was tired of scratching her back and shouted in a low voice. An Joya was immediately scared and let go of her hand. So he raised his eyebrows with satisfaction and continued to walk forward.

And Anjoya, with an inexplicable face, flattened her mouth and was drunk by An Shengwei. She forgot what she wanted to do. She was so aggrieved that she didn't know what she had done wrong.

"Brother." An Shengqing, who came out from behind, looked at An Shengwei and entered the door with An Qiaoya hanging on his arm like a chicken. Looking at his eldest brother's unkind face, he suddenly felt that his scalp was numb, and his back was also cold, as if he had been stripped and thrown into the market to learn from the misery of donkey grinding. The appearance.

An Shengwei didn't even look at him and threw her directly to the chair with An Qiaoya. "Sit here obediently."

"But..." Anjoya had a close contact with the chair. She touched the painful tail vertebra with her teeth and wanted to stand up to argue. After all, she was still worried about the war situation outside. If she had known that she would be restricted from moving here in the end, she should not have agreed to come in at the beginning, miscalculated.

"Wait here or go back to your own room, choose one." An Shengwei sat down leisurely next to her and proposed leisurely, and especially aggravated the tone of the five words 'in your own room'. The threat is self-evident.

"......!!!" Threaten her again! This scum is not like a brother who hurts his sister to the bone! Father Ann lied, lied!

It's finally quiet. An Shengwei's face was expressionless, but in fact, he sneered. Enjoy the hot tea sent by the servants at ease.

And turn your eyes to the outside——

Reaching out to erase the blood stains shed by the rupture of the corners of his mouth, and his eyes became fanatical. Feng Weiqing paused and punched An Shengjie again.

From the beginning, the two have been playing more than half of the incense with their bare hands.

Although both of them are more or less colorful, at least no one can get anyone's advantage. Er, well, in fact, An Shengjie is slightly better. This can be seen from the swelling on his face but still calmly stretched out his hand like a crawling snake wrapped in the oncoming iron fist, and then pushed it back.

"What a small capture." Feng Weiqing blurted out from the corners of his mouth. At the same time, he grabbed An Shengjie's arm and turned 360 degrees. The other hand attacked An Shengjie's shoulder quickly and fiercely, and at the same time, his feet also attacked him.

"You're not bad either." A trace of appreciation flashed in An Shengjie's eyes, but the expression on his face still smelled as if he had owed him millions of taels of silver and burned the only place he used to hide from the rain. His lower body did not move to tilt his upper body to the side and narrowly avoided the attack of the palm wind. At the critical moment, he stood on one foot, kicked Fengwei's fierce left foot, and nodded on his calf. At the same time, the two people's hand tangled hands flew up, and his hand wearing black gloves stretched out to the wind guard's heavenly spirit cover. A full palm.

"Each other."

The left hand blocked An Shengjie's attack up, and his right foot swept and kicked him to his waist.

An Shengjie turned around and hit it with one palm. The other hand took the opportunity to break free from the clamping of the wind guard, crossed his right foot with both hands to block his right foot, and then flipped back a few steps back.

"Very good." I haven't met such a person worthy of his action for a long time. Joya has a good vision, but I don't know how the swordsmanship of this man who has the courage to hug his sister is and how his character is?

The excitement flashed in his eyes made people have time to find it. Before the words fell, An Shengjie suddenly jumped down from the roof unexpectedly and pulled out the big knife they carried from the hand of the guard with lanterns.

Although Feng Weiqing doesn't know what he is going to do, since he said he would have a good fight, no matter what An Shengjie wants to do, he will accompany him to the end. The future third brother-in-law did not use his unique skills, which is enough to prove that he is still not so repulsive to him.

Thinking about it, Feng Weiqing also jumped down with a vertical sound. As soon as his toes touched the ground, An Shengjie had stepped forward and picked out another person's knife with the blade taken from the courtyard, and one of them threw it to Fengweiqing with the strength of the blade.

He took the long knife with bright eyes and quickly, and Feng Weiqing turned it around in his hand to eliminate the force it brought, and at the same time raised his eyes to look directly opposite him.

"It's not good to fight without weapons." An Shengjie pointed the tip of his knife at Feng Weiqing, with an evil smile at the corners of his mouth, which was shallow, but it was enough to make the thunder opposite him get goosebumps. This man's smile was absolutely colder than the Arctic iceberg, freezing him to death. The ancients are really unpredictable. It's better to be careful. A boss of the An family is enough for him to feel horrible, and a colder third brother of the An family... Well, it's better for him to stay away, so as not to accidentally become the fish in the pond under the city affected by innocent.

"I will accompany you to the end." Feng Weiqing's face was expressionless and said faintly, but there was a faint red glow flowing in his dark night-like eyes, and his body was also surrounded by a seemingly evil spirit.

Since the two of them flew down from the roof, all the onlookers immediately took five or six steps back, leaving a larger space for them to work.

"Come on." In a low voice, An Shengjie raised the long knife in his hand, and the air around him suddenly dropped a few degrees.

"Please." Feng Weiqing lowered his hand and let the tip of the knife stick to the ground. His eyes flashed red, and a strange smile began to appear at the corners of his mouth. He, who had found what he belonged to, now has the energy to deal with An Shengjie. It is rare to find a rival in his life. Now is a rare time in his life. Anyway, he can't Missed.

Thunder looked at the two people looking at him from afar. Somehow, he always felt that both of them seemed to have changed a little different, especially Feng Weiqing, who was even more different from them when they first met, as if he had lost himself now, and there was someone else who was dominating his body.

"Selena, check the current situation of the two of them." Turning on the intercom, the thunder flashed to a place where there were few people and quietly ordered Xi Lina.

"I know." Helena took the order and left.

And Thunder took advantage of the gap between the two of them and walked to Anjoa's front hall. The crux of everything was on her, hoping that she could stop the fight between the two in time and stop the unknown feeling in his heart.