My Personal School Flower

When Tang Yu saw that the woman was about to leave, she felt a little strange and stopped.

"Go to death!" Who knew that the woman suddenly took out a small silver pistol from her sleeve.

"Ah ..." "..." Zheng Jie and Ma Hao were both shocked. It turned out that the woman hostage was fake.

As soon as the female hostage was about to fire, Tang Yu stepped forward and kicked up, and Tang Yu was kicked into the air by the female hostage.

"Ah!" The woman was shocked, suddenly raised her long black legs and kicked at Tang Yu. Tang Yu flickered suddenly and took a step back. When the hostage had not stood still, she jumped up quickly, her right leg was arched, and her knees were sharply against the white chin of the woman.

"Ka!" Tang Yu was very powerful and extremely fast. The woman didn't even have a chance to dodge. A crisp sound of a broken bone, and then a woman's scream came, and Tang Yu flew back against her knee, "Boom One of them fell to the ground and rolled a few times, at this time Tang Yu stretched out his hand and took over the delicate small silver gun thrown down.

Tang Yu didn't want to be fragrant and cherish. A woman like this co-existing beauty and temperament, he really didn't want to hurt her. Keeping watch is also a beautiful scenery, but if you don't knock her down, you have to die. The most poisonous woman's heart, for this femme fatale woman, must not be softened!

Just now Tang Yu really took her as a hostage, so she didn't search her. I didn't expect this group of people wanted to let the drug dealer escape in this way.

Seeing the woman fall to the ground, Zheng Jie was busy stepping forward to subdue the woman, but found that she took a bag from her bag and stuffed it into her mouth.

Rather die!

"Don't watch it, they're all dead," Tang Yu said to Zheng Jie. "And, this little pistol was given to me."

"No, all the items seized at the scene must be handed over to the public!" Ma Hao sitting on the ground hummed. He is waiting for the ambulance.

"Send you!" Zheng Jie said faintly at Tang Yu. Without Tang Yu, she would never have cracked the drug dealer case today. Without Tang Yu, she would be dead now. He only needs a pistol, wouldn't he give it?

Tang Yu gave a playful glance at Ma Hao and put the small silver gun in his pocket. Thinking about which little beauty will be used for self defense.

What Zheng Jie thought about, looked at Tang Yu: "I'll give you credit for going back."

"No need, because of the relationship between us, what else can I ask for! I have given each other tokens of love." Tang Yu waved his hand and smiled lightly.

"You ..." Zheng Jie looked ashamed, and suddenly thought of the iphone4S she used and the small silver gun just now, and then stared at Tang Yu coldly: "Although you saved my life and helped me solve the case, but this is not It means that my impression of you will change immediately. You should understand my temper. Close up! "

temper? Iceberg beauty? Tang Yu smiled slightly.

Mohist.

Seeing that the presidential election of Jinghai Wushu Association will be held soon. As the chairman, Mo Yu naturally began to get busy. For example, this year ’s venue, arrangements, and construction of the ring platform were all taken care of by the Mo family. . These are secondary. He is most concerned about Mo Kuan's practice of Yulong Jue. He meant that the presidential reelection conference should try to get Mo Kuan on the stage. If he tried to win the post of president, he would be completely washed away by the humiliation that the Mo family suffered. This is the best ending. Of course, if Mo Kuan is not able to practice, he will eventually have to play in person. Although he is old, he is still tough, and looking at the entire Jinghai city, there are no opponents, then he will win two or three. The championship is still no problem.

"Well." The door was knocked.

"Come in."

Mo Long and Mo Kuan came in.

"Kuan'er, to what extent did Yulong Jue practice?" Mo Yu asked looking at Mo Kuan.

"If you go back to Grandpa, Kuaner has reached the last level." Mo Kuan answered with pride.

"Ao? So fast?" Mo Yu Yixi, "Quick practice for grandpa."

"Yeah, Kuaner, let Dad see your achievements!" Mo Long was also very pleased when he heard that, and he also wanted to see Mo Kuan's achievements.

"This ... Grandpa, the last layer is hard to practice." Mo Kuan frowned, looking helpless.

"It's hard to practice? What's going on?" Mo Kuan was startled.

"Grandpa, didn't we watch Chow Xingchi's movie" Kung Fu "together last time? The last trick was exactly the same way that Chow Xingchi dived down from the air and killed the evil God of Fire Cloud. So, Quan'er didn't know how to practice ... ... "Mo Kuan was extremely depressed. Thinking about how this trick finally came out.

"Well! Isn't that like the palm of God?" Mo Long said, looking at Mo Kuan in surprise.

"This ... Why did Yulong Jue have such a move? He dived from the sky and came out of the palm!" Mo Yu was shocked when he heard that, how could this be so!

"So, how about the first eight layers?" Mo Yu asked helplessly.

"It's okay," Mo Kuan answered.

"Okay, now you and your dad have a discussion to see the effect of the first eight layers. If the first eight layers are very powerful, that's enough. Don't practice directly on the ninth layer!" Mo Yu thought. In general martial arts, the eighth floor is already very good. He knows the previous strengths of Mo Long and Mo Kuan. All the discussions can see the results of Mo Kuan's practice.

"Yes. Grandpa." Mo Kuan nodded, then turned to look at Mo Long, and his heart was full of expectations. Until now, I haven't really worked with others. He believed that he would completely surprise Mo Long and Mo Yu.

"Dad, offended!" Mo Kuan suddenly hit Mo Long.

"Smelly boy!" Mo Long smiled indifferently, and was busy picking up moves. Mo Kuan quickly used the moves in Yulong's formula to launch it with one palm. "Ah!" Mo Kuan screamed in pain, and was busy taking a step back.

"Ah ..." Mo Yu froze, how did she feel that there was no improvement?

Mo Kuan paused for a moment, then went forward to fight Mo Long, and soon was kicked by Mo Long again. Several times, Mo Kuan didn't hit Mo Long with one palm.

"Stop ~!" Mo Yu waved a hand. He couldn't stand it anymore, how did he feel that Mo Kuan ’s martial arts had not progressed, but instead regressed?

"Mo Long, talk about it!" Mo Yu's face hung indifferently, looking at Mo Long. But Mo Long was shocked, looked at Mo Kuan, and was confused.

"Dad, Kuaner seems to have not only failed to make progress, but also to give away his previous moves, almost forgotten ..." Mo Long was embarrassed to say.

"Oh!" Mo Kuan was startled. How could I think so? He thinks Yulong Jue is doing well. Why is this happening now?

"Handan is learning to walk!" Mo Yu's face is iron-green, without Mo Long saying, he just saw it himself, and he was also unbelievable. How could Yulong Jue get more and more backwards, even forgetting the previous moves!

"Grandpa, I ... I ..." Mo Kuan was supportive, but he didn't know what to say. He knew what Mo Yu expected of him, and he wanted to make the Mo family exult in this presidential election, but now, It's gone!

"Come on ..." Mo Yu's old mouth trembled, but in the end he didn't get angry. He knew that getting angry would not help. It seems that this time, he has to go into battle!

Mo Kuan had to retreat, but I thought to myself whether this jade dragon tactic was fake or was Feng Zihe playing with himself on purpose? Make sure you ask him for it!

"Dad, let me participate in this presidential re-election!" Mo Long volunteered to ask.

Mo Kuan shook his head and was not relieved from the loss just now. He really answered the sentence: the higher the expectations, the worse the disappointment!

Hearing Mo Long's words, Mo Yu shook his head: "You can't do it. This may be a great event, and maybe there will be some kind of expert, and each martial art is allowed to report only one person, unless you have to change the situation , Otherwise no substitutions are allowed. Just in case, it's me. "

"Dad. Would you say which kid was drawn to that kid! Otherwise, let's draw him to work for our Mo family first?" Mo Long said suddenly.

Mo Yu shook his head: "No. He had better participate. In this way, I may be able to fight with him. The humiliation of my Mo family in the recent period was caused by his own hands. The martial arts congress signed a life-and-death situation, and at that time I will let He completely paid off! "Mo Yu's brows were frowning, rare and stern, for many years, no one in Jinghai City Xuexue made him so angry.

"Well, Dad, you're right!" Molong said angrily.