I, A Pirate, A Cartoonist!

(87) Body hardness

Hei Jiajing is undoubtedly a genius.

Whether it is in learning, force, or driving skills, she is an undoubted genius.

As long as she wants to, she can easily do better than most people.

Therefore, even if this is just an everyday world without any extraordinary abilities, Hei Jiajing can still kick out a kick that is comparable to an ordinary powerhouse in the low martial arts world.

“boom!

The slender and beautiful feet kicked Xia Yan’s stomach fiercely, the ankles were slender and white and tender, and the blue veins on the back of the feet were looming, as if jade was embedded in white suet, which was very beautiful.

To tell the truth, if it were an ordinary person, at this time, there would be absolutely no time to observe a woman’s feet.

After all, no matter how beautiful it is, it’s useless, the strength of Ping Jiajing’s foot is unreservedly on the person, it is like being hit by a car.

But for Xia Yan, the powerful kick of calm is not even a tickling force, so he has no time to appreciate it.

I have to say, God is really partial.

The same is true of human beings, how can some people have no flaws in their beautiful toes, and some people are so indescribable that they are very miserable?

“Yes, the strength is very good!”

Looking back, Xia Yan did not hesitate to praise her.

“Hey, am I very talented?”

Hei Jiajing smiled, a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes, and his long legs suddenly whipped out and threw it towards Xia Yan.

She actually knew that her attack could not deal even a little damage to Xia Yan.

Therefore, in Hei Jiajing’s view, he only needs to hit Xia Yan to be considered a victory.

However, Xia Yan won’t let herself lose face in front of others.

This is a question of the self-esteem of the strong and the man. No matter how high he reaches, it is impossible to lose this self-esteem.

So, facing Jing’s long legs that seemed to be more than 2 meters long, Xia Yan slowly raised her left hand.

“boom!”

With a muffled sound, Ping Jiajing’s long legs kicked heavily on Xia Yan’s raised wrist.

Hei Jiajing’s pupils narrowed slightly.

The next second, the screams rang out.

“what!”

Holding his right leg, Hei Jiajing squatted on the ground with a look of grievance, his eyes were full of tears.

The corner of Xia Yan’s mouth twitched slightly, and she said speechlessly, “As for the reaction?”

“As for! Of course as for!

Ping Jiajing looked aggrieved and stared at Xia Yan with her big watery eyes: “What is your body made of? Even steel is not so hard, right?”

“Steel…spray.

Hearing that Calm compares her body to an artificial object like steel, Xia Yan couldn’t help feeling extremely speechless.

But he didn’t blame Ping Jiajing, after all, for 793, who is still an ordinary human being calm, steel is already one of the hardest objects that she can come into contact with in her daily life.

Ping Jiajing was a little unwilling, and asked, “Mr. Xia Yan, how hard is your body?”

“How hard it is… I’m not particularly aware of it. The hardness that humans can understand can’t describe my body.”

Xia Yan pondered for half a second, and then gave a reply to Heing Jiajing: “My body is equivalent to condensing the mass of a small and medium-sized planet into a body less than 2 meters high. How tough!”