If the fist palm doesn’t involve clothes, then what’s not broken in the trouser leg of Xinghe?
What didn’t break the sleeve of Ji Xinghe when the elbow was blocked?
Very unscientific
But when has Ji Xinghe ever been scientific except when repairing the mecha?
When their fears disappeared, it seemed that the battle was evenly matched, and finally there was a turning point.
Ji Xinghe successfully rushed to Li Han’s side and wanted to pull Han Ligen from evading and retreating.
The storm kept hitting him with fists and palms. He could choose to rush to parry the block, but he couldn’t stop it.
Uncle Ji finally made efforts.
When Li Han was filled with joy, he suddenly noticed something was wrong. He was hit and his body hurt, but the pain soon dissipated.
How fast?
The pain stopped one second before the same part was hit for the second time.
So this is …
Bang bang bang …
Stuffy clothes are broken like a pair of shorts left. Li Han was finally put down by Ji Xinghe.
Four minutes and fifty seconds
When people remember this,
Han Li beside Ji Xinghe looked at lying with his eyes closed as if he were dead, and Li Han breathed smoothly.
"Do you feel it?"
Li Han still didn’t open his eyes to respond, and his tone was full of doubts.
"I feel it, but I don’t know how much difference."
Ji Xinghe nodded with satisfaction
"Almost, almost."
Li Han lay with his eyes closed, muttering to himself, almost, almost.
His mind kept thinking about the feeling of being beaten by Ji Xinghe just now.
He knew he was that close, in that feeling.
At the end of five minutes, Su Chuanyun quickly handed it to Ji Xinghe when he heard the sudden ringing of the com in his hand.
He has a thousand words to ask, but he can’t ask them at this time, because Ji Xinghe obviously has business.
As a result, com Ji Xinghe listened to it and responded occasionally.
"Yeah, I see."