In the dungeon are fifty warriors he carefully selected. Whenever he has time, he will go inside to compete with others.

When it was late at night, every household was in a dream. He was the only one who practiced martial arts in the dungeon and was often beaten to vomit blood and faint.

If even he gives up, who will save her?

...

I can't bear to leave it.

Yifan.

I don't think you are bullied.

I can't bear to suffer.

He, Ye Hancheng, has been spoiled for so many years, not to be bullied by other men.

"puff……"

He was punched hard in his chest, and his internal organs seemed to have been displaced.

A mouthful of blood squirted to the ground, and dozens of warriors immediately took back their moves, looking at them all, a little nervous.

"General Ye, are you okay?"

If this continues, even if an iron man is beaten, he should be beaten.

They have traveled around the world and traveled around the world and met all kinds of people, but they have never seen anyone who came from a wealthy family like Young Master Ye and had such perseverance.

If your ribs are broken, you can get up and continue practicing. Few people can compare with this perseverance alone.

How many people can achieve this courage by practicing repeatedly with one-to-fifty wheel battle?

cough……

As soon as he opened his mouth, blood gushed out of his mouth.

"Hurry, find a doctor!"

The group of people suddenly became busy and wanted to help him up.

"Ahem... don't go..." Blood flowed down from the corner of his mouth and dripped to the ground.

Ye Hancheng avoided everyone's hands, held the wall, and forced himself to stand up.

When looking for a doctor, his parents will be caught by his parents, and he doesn't want them to worry.

His pale lips were stained with a layer of bright red blood, which looked particularly charming, with delicate facial features like ice sculptures, and a fairy spirit that was not as good as the world.

But those brown eyes lack the color of the past, like a body that has lost its soul, and is numb even if it is seriously injured.

"I will go to the doctor for treatment. You don't have to worry about it. Today... I'll be here to practice."

Ye Hancheng wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth and walked towards the door with difficulty. Who knew that he had just walked a few steps and fell heavily...

When he was in a coma, he seemed to see Yifan's bright face running towards him with concern...

...

Zhou Mansion, Qiufeng Pavilion, the heavy snow has not melted yet, and small drops of water on the eaves dripped on the ground, splashing rows of drainage flowers.

In the study, the handsome man closed his eyes and rested, while the woman painted her big red cherry fingers and placed them on his broad shoulders and gently kneaded them.

After a while, Zhou Zimo frowned and slowly opened his eyes. Finally, he could not bear the pungent fragrance and pushed away his hands that were constantly releasing the 'stench' with a little indifferent attitude.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Faced with the sudden indifference of the man, Jiang Shi asked nervously: "Do you feel uncomfortable? Is it because I pressed too hard?"

"No." After a pause, the man added: "Your shoulder-pinning skills are as good as ever."

only……

All the women except her approached him, which made him feel inexplicably unhappy.

The strange smell and the rich fragrance made him feel breathless, depressed, extremely anxious, and wished he could escape.

When Jiang Shi heard what he said, she breathed a sigh of relief, and was also extremely moved.

But when I think of the neglect I have been to these days, I couldn't help but feel aggrieved and my eyes turned red, and crystal tears rolled down.

"The coach hasn't let me pinch your shoulders for you for a long time."
Chapter completed!