The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

"Do you know who I am?" Eight-armed God came together, and said fiercely.

Founder glanced at the Eight-armed Shinto: "A lost lamb pretending to be a hungry wolf."

"Monk, do you think you won?" Eight-armed **** sneered, leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes, and said lightly, "Can you stop me once, and stop me countless times?"

"Monk?"

After playing for a long time, the eight-armed **** opened his eyes to look at Founder, but found that the goods had been lying on a chair with his eyes closed, and he didn't know whether he heard him.

The Eight-armed God suddenly felt a sense of powerless frustration ...

"Eight-armed god, I heard about it. I sympathize with your experience." At this time Xiaoxun's grandfather spoke.

The eight-armed **** gave a cold glance at Xiaoxun's grandfather and said, "What do you know? What you know is what they want you to know. What happened to me in those years, you don't even know!"

"They said, you went crazy on the field, killed a lot of people, and finally ran away after being wounded by a security guard with a gun." Xiaoxun's grandpa said.

"Haha ... do you believe such a lie?" Eight-armed **** asked.

Xiaoxun's grandfather shook his head and said, "I don't believe it, so I want to ask you what happened that day."

The eight-armed **** leaned on the back of the chair, took a deep breath and said, "It's all over, anyway, it's over, let me tell you. I wasn't crazy at all that day, but the other party played a conspiracy, bought the referee, After I treat the opponent like a dead dog, I still have to win. I want the opponent to win. This is what I heard from the coach during the game. He overheard ... "

"What then?" Xiaoxun's grandpa asked.

"Then? Then I didn't give them a chance to win ... I used to want the other side to be decent and give him a chance to survive. Since the other side is so insidious, what am I polite? Five seconds! I hit The opponent's three punches and the opponent's jaw were all broken, lying on the ground and shocked. Perfect KO! "Eight-armed god's eyes blurred, as if returning to the arena that changed his life.

"You won?" Xiaoxun's grandfather asked.

"It won, but what's the use? The other side said that I had killed someone and killed another opponent on the field, the waste known as the Tiger of South Asia! Then they called a group of so-called police officers, but those police officers Not even the police badge. I know this is not right.

Coach they rushed to block the police in order to cover me, and I ran. Later I heard that they were all dead ... "Speaking of which, the tears of the Eight-armed God couldn't stop.

"I also heard, but their version is that you madly killed the referee and opponent, your coach went up to stop you, and was killed by you together." Xiaoxun's grandpa said.

"Oh ... it's ridiculous! My coach is my father! My coaching team is my brothers! Will I kill my father and brother?" Speaking of which, the eyes of the eight-armed **** are red, as if Bleeding!

At that moment, he stopped talking, leaning on the back of his chair, tears streaming down silently, his eyes became more blurred, as if he had returned to that dark, **** moment! At the same time, quietly told out the experience of that day ... as if to do the last description of life.

No one saw it, and the monk on the side flashed lightly and closed his eyes.

boom!

Founder just felt that the quiet atmosphere around him was shattered by a noise and a roar!

It was replaced by an atmosphere full of blood, madness, and irritability, as if the air was smelling of gunpowder, and it was about to explode at any time! Founder looked carefully, he appeared suddenly at the scene of a fighting match! In the middle is the fighting table, and there are rows of seats all around, but no one is sitting on it, all screaming at that exhaustion!

As for what is roaring, only they know it. The scene was too chaotic, and the sound was wave after wave. Noisy!

This made the Founder accustomed to tranquility a bit uncomfortable, shook his head, and set his sights on the ring.

Just when the referee said it started, he was obviously many years younger and more handsome. His eight-armed god, like a hungry wolf, rushed forward with a punch, like a steel cannon!

The opponent's condition did not seem to be very good. His nose was blue, his face was swollen, his eyes were dazzling, and his arms were not too powerful. He was directly blasted off by a punch, and the second punch was immediately hitting his face. The other's subconscious head is raised, the eight-armed **** hits with an uppercut and keeps up, banging heavily on the other's chin. The other volleys and falls to the ground! The whole body twitched and couldn't get up.

The referee quickly grabbed the eight-armed god, while the opponent's coach yelled and rushed forward.

Founder walked over and faintly heard someone shouting in YN: "Wake up! Master, wake up!"

Then one person growled and said, "Find the best doctor, no matter how you can rescue the young master! Seize Ba Song! You dare to win this game, does he want to die?"

While talking, a group of people rushed to the Eight Armed God's side, and the coaching team on the Eight Armed God's side also ran up and confronted each other. Both sides kept arguing, while Ba Song was not allowed to go, while shouting that it was a game!

"Competition? Do you think this is an international competition? This is a private competition sponsored by our company! This is an underground boxing competition! If you don't follow our rules, you are fouling! Victory of shit, **** bonus! No one is allowed to go! "The man in the suit who ordered the man to get up suddenly suddenly pointed at the fierce way of the Eight-armed God.

"Mr. Ruan, we are invited to participate in the competition. There are no eyes in the fist arena, and life and death depend on the sky. How can you lie because your people are dead?" Said the father of the eight-armed god.

"The shit's life and death are up to you, let you come, let you lose, not let you win! After playing the game obediently, it is enough to roll back! But you have won! Do you know who your opponent is? The tiger of Southeast Asia, the nephew of our big boss! No one wants to leave after you're done! "The man said angrily.

"This is a society ruled by law. With so many viewers here, do you think you can cover the sky with one hand?" Eight-armed **** angered.

"Audience? The audience is just a fool! I won't move you, the police will move you!" After that, as the man waved, a group of people in police uniforms rushed over from a distance. Obviously all are imitation police uniforms, all fake police! But those audiences can't tell the truth, because the scene is too messy! It seems like a dead man, and it's no surprise that a police officer is here.

"Run!" Shouted the father of the eight-armed **** at this time. He already understood that this was a black punch. If no one could run out, once they were caught, they would really be let go. As for what to say to the outside, isn't the other person casually speaking?