The horse's eyes are a little dull, and he loses?

When he came back to God and saw the clothes on his body, he could not help but be confused in the wind.Because the clothes become a strip of cloth, fluttering in the wind...

“Mr. Ma, it’s gone.”

After Yan Qing's death, he endured a smile and reminded him that he did not know whether the cat brother was intentional, but it did not look very much, but it was too damaging.

“Ah—”

The Malay screamed, quickly covered the trousers, found that the trousers were not drawn into a cloth, not embarrassed to laugh a few times.

However, after all, the Malays are big people, and what scene has not been seen?

He soon recovered, not too much care about the clothes that almost turned into cloth, anyway, will not go away.

At this time, he looked at the cat brother's eyes and became a little different.

“The cat is great.”The Malay could not help but sigh and shook his head, "I have lost before I reacted, too fast."

“Meow.”

The cat screamed, looking modest.

“Mr. Ma, I’m going to get you a suit of clothes for a while?”

Yan Qingyang looked at the horse, those dozens of windy sermons, thinking whether to take a photo to commemorate it?

It's not so good, I'm afraid the Malays will go crazy...

"No, your clothes are big and not suitable for me."The Malay looked at the sermon on his body, "Anyway, I live nearby, I'll just make a phone call and let someone send it."

“It’s okay too.”

He nodded his head and walked toward the pavilion.

At this time, the Malay picked up the mobile phone on the side and called, and when he finished, he returned to the pavilion, not caring about sitting on the stone.

However, the trousers have become cloth strips, making the two legs light.

When he reached for tea, his arms were also light, and the end of a few strips of cloth fell...

Yan Qingyian could not bear to look directly, staring at the cat brother who was drinking tea, and the cat brother looked at him confusedly, and did not understand why Yan Qingyian looked at it.

The horse looked at the cat brother's eyes and became a little different, and looking at the eyes of Yan Qingyang became more different.

The cat around him is so powerful, isn't the owner going to heaven?

Is he the guest of the long-life inn?

Or is it so natural to be called “Mr. Yan”?

Malay is a little curious, it is precisely because he is somewhat curious about the identity of Yan Qingyang, so he will come up to ask for tea.

He is the boss of a business empire, will be so idle?

However, every time he came out of the Changsheng Inn, he would forget everything about Mr. Yan and only remembered the name of "Mr. Yan".

Although he did not know the identity of Mr. Yan, after seeing this yellow cat, he understood why the eldest princess wanted to win over Mr. Yan.

This is definitely the legend of the high man.

"Mr. Yan, now that traditional martial arts are being strongly questioned, are you willing to come forward to save the situation?"Malay hesitated, although he performed broken bricks, fists through the slate, etc., but because of his identity, no one believed it.

The doubts are stronger.

In his view, Mr. Yan is a master in the hands, and his hand is absolutely shocking.

“When is traditional martial arts unchallenged?”

Yan Qingkang sighed and said, “In fact, you can’t do it, the traditional martial arts are there, and you can’t break the inheritance.”It’s not true, and what’s false is not true.”

The Malay laughed.

Because in the martial arts world, there is indeed a group of people who are fake, and they are swaggering and cheating with the name of traditional martial arts, which corrupts the reputation of traditional martial arts.

It is because of them that traditional martial arts are questioned.

However, Mr. Yan said that the inheritance of martial arts could not be broken, and he did not agree with him.If no one is willing to learn, everyone is busy making money, and there is a ass inheritance?

And now to practice martial arts, it is better to sell tea eggs.

“Mr. Yan, can you think about one or two?”There is something wrong with the Malays.

At this time, as long as the real martial arts can save the situation.Although he is one, he cannot turn the tide, and the power of a person is always limited.

“I’m afraid my heart is powerless.”

Yan Qinghe shook his head, and he did not want to expose himself so early, although in the end his identity, he will still be known by people.

At this time, Malay did not speak, just a cup of tea, suddenly said: "Or, Mr. Yan borrowed the cat brother to use?"

"No, it's going to scare people."The white eyes are white.

Mavericks, it seems.

This cat is indeed a demon, I am afraid it will become a monster in other people, under the guidance of people with a heart, may cause panic in society.

"I intend to accept the challenge of Yu Dong, the martial arts anti-fight fighting coach, to play a part in the traditional martial arts world."The horse sighed, and some of them looked forward to looking at the blue sky.

“Mr. Ma, come on.”Yanqing's airway.

Oh uh...

The horse stood still.

"But I'm afraid it's not appropriate for you to be in yours."Yan Qingkong thought for a moment, "Your body is there, how do you call Yu Dong?"Does he dare to do it?”

The horse frowned.

“Even if you really win, will they believe it?”Moreover, as a horse, you are not suitable at all, and some of them are upside down at the end.”

Yan Qinghe shook his head, felt the phone shaking, saw the phone called Chen Bo, he could answer a few words, and then said: "General Ma, to the water building to sit."

After all, it is not so good to be seen in the image of Malay.

“Good.”

The horse nodded and followed Yan Qinghe to the water tower.

About a few minutes later, Chen Bo led a young man in his early thirties, and the young man was carrying a bag.

Soon after, the horse left.

“Brother Cat, why did you suddenly come out?”In front of the lake in front of the water tower, Yan Qingkang asked the yellow cat, "Just want to compete with Malay?"

“Meow.”

The yellow cat nodded, but the Malays let it a little disappointed.

At this time, he saw that the time was more than ten o'clock, and he took a set of tea sets and yellow cats back to the inn, and the tea set was placed at one end of the steps.

“Brother, try making tea yourself?”

He turned to the cat and went to the kitchen.

In the sunset, he came out of the kitchen, boiled a pot of tea with charcoal in the copper stove, and said to the yellow cat hidden in the welcome pine: "Cat brother, come down to tea."

The yellow cat jumped excitedly, sat on the steps, and grabbed a cup of tea and slowly tasted it.

“Cat, do you want to go to the knight?”

Yan Qingqing looked at the sunset road, in fact, when he heard the words of the Malays, he was a little angry.

Unfortunately, in its identity, it is indeed not suitable to show your face in front of the world, otherwise you will definitely promise Malays to make a contribution to saving the face of traditional martial arts.

The yellow cat looked at Yan Qingyang in doubt and did not seem to understand it very clearly.

"Like Master Huang, the removal of riots and throngs, hoeing and strengthening the weak."Yan Qingkang sighed, then stared at the yellow cat and said, "But don't be bullied and weak, what bad things are done."

“Meow.”

The cat stood up and nodded.

"Then go in the evening, and don't lose the face of the Evergreen Inn."

Yan Qingkong laughed, with the yellow cat now does not lose people's IQ and terrible kung fu, to the hero fight for justice without a little pressure.

Cats prefer this...

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