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- Chapter 640: Giving birth to a child should be like Yan Qingfeng!
The battle that followed was horrific.
Yan Qingfeng rushed over again and again, only to be kicked back by Ye Qiu again and again.
Come over.
Kick back.
The battle between the two is like an unequal match. The two are not opponents of the same level at all. Ye Qiu is a strong and powerful young man, but Yan Qingfeng is just a weak child who has just learned to walk. He can only be beaten and has no part in fighting back.
How many times has this happened?
Twenty-nine times? Or thirty times?
Ye Qiu could no longer remember how many times he had beaten Yan Qingfeng back. In this process, the second, third, and fourth strength were performed on him in turn.
Even after the genetic medicine in his body passed its validity period and lost all its holding effect, Ye Qiu only needed the simplest punch to knock Yan Qingfeng's body away.
This battle has ended long ago. I don¡¯t know what he is still insisting on.
"The Yan family. Alas, there are still people in the Yan family." Cai Jing murmured to himself.
He was just sincerely infected by Yan Qingfeng¡¯s spirit of refusing to admit defeat, and had no other intentions. But he was worried that such words would be uncomfortable in Beisong's ears, so he added: "Only such a talented person can be worthy of Master Ye's opponent. Many people are not qualified."
Beisong then turned around, glanced at Cai Jing meaningfully, and said with a smile: "In Yanjing, no one can ignore Yan Qingsong. No matter where he stands, he is a person worthy of being taken seriously."
Beisong looked at Ye Qiu in the audience and thought: "If I didn't respect him, I'm afraid Ye Shao would have beaten him down with ruthless hands and walked away. He is not a person who likes to waste time."
¡° Moreover, by doing this, he was establishing his authority for Yan Qingfeng.
Although he failed. And it failed miserably.
But if he doesn¡¯t die today, he will definitely gain great prestige.
"Young Master Ye, you can't be kind to a woman. At that time, you taught me to be ruthless and decisive." Sitting in the tea room, Beisong was a little worried.
Blood. Rapidly flowing out from the corner of the mouth.
Big drops stained the smooth and bright floor red.
Not only the mouth, but also the eyes, nose and ears all secrete a small amount of blood. The color is dark red, and one can tell at a glance that the internal organs have been greatly damaged.
This blood flows out from the internal organs. So the amount of blood is less, and the color has started to turn darker.
Yan Qingfeng is now completely unrecognizable, his facial features are distorted and shifted, and he is no longer as handsome as he was.
He wanted to work hard to straighten his body, but the pain made it difficult for him to do so.
¡° Several of his ribs were broken and his spine became curved.
Ye Qiu stood opposite him, looking at his opponent with an indifferent expression.
He is surrounded by countless dazzling auras, the eldest son of Yan, the captain of the fifth unit, and one of the two heroes of Yanjing.
¡°Also, he is the one that countless men in Yanjing look up to.
Things in the world are unpredictable, who could have imagined that he would end up in this situation?
There was no sound in the clubhouse. Everyone was shocked by such a tragic battle.
Such a passionate game should have been very exciting for them. Why do I feel so depressed at this moment?
"Don't fight. I beg you¡ª¡ªdon't fight." A young woman who still retains such a rare thing as kindness cried and shouted.
"Stop it. Don't fight. We don't want to watch." Someone said in response. This time, it was a young man wearing glasses.
"Where's the person in charge? Where's the person in charge of the club? What's wrong? Do you want to beat someone to death? ¡ª¡ª Damn it, the person in charge. Let's stop this fight. I won't Look." A fat man with a Shanxi accent shouted angrily.
There are other people shouting for suspension and calling for the person in charge of the club to come out and mediate.
But what they don¡¯t know is that the decision-making power of this battle lies only in the hands of the two parties involved.
"Do you have anything else to say?" Ye Qiu asked.
He respects this opponent, so he fights with him.
Now, it should be completely settled.
Yan Qingfeng is dead, and he cannot create another powerful opponent for himself.
¡°If I am a little weak today, the reborn Yan Qingfeng will be a new monument in Yanjing: a monument to bravery.
"Thank you." Yan Qingfeng said unclearly. Some of his teeth were also broken into pieces by Ye Qiu's kick.
"Then ¡ª¡ª let's finish it." Ye Qiu's tone sounded like consultation and summary.
"Okay. Let's end it. It should be over." Yan Qingfeng said.
At this moment, his body, which had not been able to stand upright for a long time, suddenly became as straight as loose.
He straightened his tattered clothes and bowed slightly to the audience.
Thanks to these audiences, they witnessed the final trajectory of their lives.
Thank you for their support and applause.
grateful. Thank them for giving me so much sympathy that I didn¡¯t really want.
As if they had a premonition of what was going to happen, the audience all stood up and gave him thunderous applause.
This applause was uniform and without any impurities.
Yan Qingfeng laughed happily, turned to look at Ye Qiu, and said, "It's an honor to be your opponent."
"Me too." Ye Qiu sighed and nodded.
It would be really lonely if you don¡¯t have an equal opponent in your life.
It¡¯s a pity that he is about to pass away.
After receiving Ye Qiu¡¯s affirmative reply, the smile on Yan Qingfeng¡¯s face became even wider. In fact, the involvement made his deformed face even more ugly.
Yan Qingfeng launched another attack. It's also the last time.
He moved.
The speed is so slow. His feet were still stumbling a bit.
His fists were clenched, but they were held loosely and he seemed to have no strength at all.
But his eyes were indomitable, as if telling others that he would not retreat even if there was a mountain of swords and hell ahead.
Ye Qiu waited quietly. Wait for his arrival.
Also waiting to send him to death.
Three meters¡ª¡ª
Two meters¡ª¡ª
one meter¡ª¡ª
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Yan Qingfeng was repulsed again.
People fly in the air like a paper kite tied with a white string. It seems that as long as someone pulls the thread below, he can fly more. Fly further.
Snapped!
Yan Qingfeng finally landed after a long flight.
Once again, it hit the audience.
Those spectators had a chance to escape. But they didn't hide.
They want to catch Yan Qingfeng. Together they held out their hands.
¡°It¡¯s a pity that Yan Qingfeng¡¯s weight is too heavy. Physically and mentally. It's simply not something they can change.
They exclaimed and were overwhelmed by Yan Qingfeng, but Yan Qingfeng at the top had closed his eyes peacefully.
This is the fight he wants.
The result he wants.
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Ye Qiu stood on the stage and saluted Yan Qingfeng in the audience.
Wang Jianhan, who was standing behind, also had a solemn look on his face, raising his right hand to see Yan Qingfeng off.
The woman in white standing next to him had red eyes.
There are also some soldiers. They also raised their right hands.
He is a soldier. You deserve this military gift.
Ye Qiu jumped off the ring and strode towards the door of the club.
Hospital. In the ward of senior officials.
A group of people stood nearby cautiously, not daring to show their anger.
On the hospital bed, an old man wearing a blue plaid hospital gown was leaning on the pillow, and a young man was holding up a DV player. Inside is the scene of Ye Qiu and Yan Qingfeng fighting.
The old man¡¯s face was calm, as if he was watching two irrelevant people fighting.
Even at the most exciting and exciting moment, I didn¡¯t see any change in his facial expression.
????????? Not even blinking.
On the small electronic screen, Yan Qingfeng attacked again and again, and was knocked down by Ye Qiu again and again.
His movements became slower and slower, and his steps became heavier and heavier. However, he still didn't give up.
Until the last moment¡ª¡ª
The video ended, and the young man holding the video had tears all over his face and was sobbing uncontrollably.
Snapped!
The old man who had been calm suddenly jumped up and slapped the young man in the face.
"Trash. It's not you who died. Why are you crying? Get out. Get out of here." The old man cursed with a cold face.
Yan Kang was slapped for no reason, and his eyes?There was a flash of sinisterness. But he didn't dare to resist, so he quickly ran out with the DV in his arms.
"You deserve to die." Yan Kang secretly cursed in his heart.
"Old man, don't get excited. Why are you angry with these worthless guys?" said a rich middle-aged man.
"Hmph, can I not be angry? Qingfeng gave us, Mr. Yan, all the face, but that boy has lost all of it." The old man said angrily.
"Okay. Qingfeng is indeed worthy of being a man of my Yan family. And worthy of being my grandson. This fight was good. It was a good fight¡ª¡ªLook back, you all should look for the video and watch it too. Take a look at your children. Giving birth should be like Yan Qingfeng. Let them all learn from it."
"Yes." The group of people agreed. They are all important figures in the Yan faction, how dare they disobey the old man at this time.
The old man waved his hand and said, "You all go back. I want to sleep for a while."
Everyone comforted the old man for a few words, and then left the ward as if fleeing.
"How is Qingfeng?" The old man turned his head and looked at the only middle-aged man still in the ward, and asked with concern. This middle-aged man is Yan Qingfeng's father.
"The situation is unknown. But¡ª¡ªit's very bad. I'm afraid there is no hope." The middle-aged man said with a sad look on his face.
"Qingfeng is a good boy. He is a good boy." The old man murmured.
He raised his face and looked at the ceiling above his head, muddy tears flowing down his thin cheeks.
He is really old!
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