Strongest Guard

In the afternoon, he even had some fun with Sister Xin who loved to play with the fire. He definitely had a lot to eat and drink at the Triumph Restaurant, but Lee Nanfang still couldn't figure out why he had the strong urge to push down Zhan Hsingshen.    

    

Was it because she was too beautiful?    

    

Was it because she was too famous?    

    

To be able to defeat a popular pop star with thousands of fans, that was the same as a man's thought.    

    

If it wasn't for these two reasons, then it was definitely because Zhan Hsingshen wanted to kill him.    

    

Whoever wants to kill me, I'll kill them!    

    

The man did away with the thorn, and the woman--first committing adultery, then killing.    

    

This was probably Lee Nanfang's main principle for dealing with enemies.    

    

Once a man sets a bottom line for himself, then he will try his best to enforce it, especially in a situation like this.    

    

Thinking that he would push the pretty Zhan Hongxing onto the head of the car and drive her from the back, causing her pretty voice to echo in the wilderness, the evil aura in Lee Nanfang's heart grew stronger and stronger, waking up the Black Dragon, who had been silent for too long.    

    

Push down Zhan Hsingshen!    

    

This was the first time in the past two years that the Azure Dragon and Lee Nanfang had reached a happy agreement.    

    

Demons helped humanity, and humans borrowed the might of devils. When Zhan Hsingshen rushed over while shouting, Lee Nanfang let out a long laugh towards the sky.    

    

That laughter brought along a charms that caused one's heart to palpitate, as if there was a black dragon that one couldn't see, roaring under the sky, flying up and down, startling the nearby night birds in the forest. They flapped their wings and flew around chaotically, as if they were welcoming the end of the world.    

    

Zhan Hsingshen, who was flying over, got goosebumps all over his body from laughing so viciously in the air. He had never felt such panic or regret before and couldn't be controlled. She shouted again: "Lee Nanfang, go to hell!"    

    

The tips of the ten fingers on her hands were like ten sharp short thorns that viciously pounced towards Lee Nanfang's throat and chest. When she leaped into the air, her right foot, which was behind her, kicked heavily towards his crotch.    

    

The throat, chest, and crotch were the three most deadly places for a man. Zhan Hsingshen's fighting prowess was in no way inferior to Hua Yeshen's. As long as he could hit one place, he would be dead or injured.    

    

Zhan Hsingshen didn't think that Lee Nanfang, who suddenly became so evil that she was afraid of, could block her fatal blow!    

    

It was only because Hua Yeshen had said it clearly, she had completely oppressed Lee Nanfang twice.    

    

However, Hua Yeshen also said that she always felt that Lee Nanfang was bound by something and didn't display his true abilities.    

    

Zhan Hsingshen's reaction at that time was to scoff in disdain.    

    

Zhan Hsingshen was very clear on how powerful Hua Yeshen was. As long as she could avoid those few people from the legends, she would definitely be able to fight her way to the north and south.    

    

Lee Nanfang was not one of the few people who needed to worry about Hua Yeshen. When he was being oppressed, Sister Shen felt that he was bound by something — it could only be called an illusion.    

    

He thought that compared to Hua Yeshen, Zhan Hsingshen, whose martial prowess was comparable to nothing, would he be unfair to this damned scum?    

    

Thus, even though she felt goosebumps from Lee Nanfang's evil laughter, she still firmly believed that she could kill him.    

    

She wanted him to die slowly, and in a very rhythmic manner. Who told him to say those words and laugh so evilly?    

    

Zhan Hsingshen's fingers had already touched the skin of Lee Nanfang's throat, chest clothes, and right leg. With just a second of time, she could make this scumbag scream miserably and fall to the ground, hugging his crotch, with blood flowing out of his throat and chest.    

    

It only took 0.01 seconds!    

    

Is Zhan Hsingshen asking for a lot?    

    

Not high, not high at all. Usually, when she was wearing makeup in front of the mirror, it would take at least half an hour.    

    

But why was the heavens so stingy to the point that they wouldn't even give her that much time?    

    

Many years later, when Zhan Hsingshen was holding her baby and looking at the moon from the balcony, he would always think of this question — Even though she already knew the answer, she would still think about it and ask the heavens.    

    

When she was about to succeed, Lee Nanfang's upper body was like a wooden stake that had been blown off by the wind. At the same time, his legs also opened up like the mouth of a tiger, catching that black tennis shoe with a "Pa" sound.    

    

Zhan Hsingshen, who did not wait for the peculiar movement of his right foot, jumped in fear. However, he did not stop. He bent down and used his forehead like a big hammer, smashing it towards Lee Nanfang's chest.    

    

Her forehead was about to — about to again.    

    

When he was about to hit Wu Tie, he did what a yoga woman can do. The back of his head drilled through his legs, but his hands grabbed Zhan Hsingshen's shoulders and flung him backwards.    

    

The two of them, one bent over while the other bent backwards, formed a strange circle in an instant, as if they were performing acrobatics, and rolled forward on the road.    

    

What was going on!?    

    

When Zhan Hsingshen's forehead touched the ground, he suddenly asked himself.    

    

Without waiting for her to find the answer, the truth answered her--Lee Nanfang, who was forced to bend backwards to avoid her fatal blow, pressed down on her back after rolling half a circle in a weird way.    

    

Few people knew that before Lee Nanfang turned thirteen, he was already a master of yoga. It was all thanks to the smelly Xue Xinghan.    

    

Other than playing with poison, the only other skills Auntie Xue had was her yoga skills.    

    

Lee Nanfang's interest in poison wasn't too great. Xue Xinghan, who had so many skills but no one was willing to learn, wouldn't life be boring if he didn't twist his ears, kick and scold him, and force him to study yoga?    

    

Old people always say, the more skills do not put pressure on the body.    

    

It was a decisive statement, as when Lee Nanfang fought back against Zhan Hsingshen, he used the yoga he was forced to learn.    

    

Legend has it that yoga originated from India, and was originally created by a worshipful woman to please men. The biggest characteristic of it was that she could train herself as if she had no joints and could freely pose as she pleased. When she was entangled with someone, she would look more like a cow skin candy than a cow skin candy.    

    

Right now, Zhan Hsingshen was the person who had been tricked to the ground by Lee Nanfang.    

    

Moreover, his posture was rather ambiguous.    

    

Lee Nanfang hugged her legs and laid on her back. His legs were like pincers as they clamped onto her neck. Even if she tried so hard with both hands, she wouldn't move an inch.    

    

Have you seen a fly caught in a spider's web?    

    

No matter how much the fly wanted to break free from the spider's web and fly around the house, all its efforts were useless. No matter how much the fly wanted to break free from the spider's web and continue to fly around the house, all of its efforts were pale.    

    

Now Lee Nanfang is the abominable spider web, Zhan Hsingshen is the poor fly — damn it, how can you describe a beauty as a fly?    

    

Describe it as a mosquito.    

    

The size of the mosquito was at least slightly more slender and sexy than a fly …    

    

"Let … let me go!"    

    

Zhan Hsingshen, who was having difficulty breathing, finally realized that she had gone from a hunter to a prey. All her struggles were all physical and mental. Only after being strangled to death could she no longer suppress the extreme fear in her heart and she couldn't help but scream.    

    

Actually, Lee Nanfang, who was pestering her, didn't feel good. After all, turning into a spider web was also a strenuous task, and he didn't expect the delicate Zhan Hsingshen to have such high martial strength, forcing him to use all his strength to carry it.    

    

At this moment, any fatal move or speed that could not be broken was all bullsh * t. Only brute force could be used.    

    

Whoever had the most strength would be the final victor.    

    

Compared to men, strength was a short term for women. Therefore, when Zhan Hsingshen used brute force to contend with Lee Nanfang, it was normal for him to lose.    

    

"Let you go? "Ha, ha, ha!"    

    

Lee Nanfang continued to smile evilly, turned his head around and suddenly gave Zhan Hsingshen a kiss on the butt: "Fuck, your lips are so light." Should I let you go and let you stab a bloody hole in my throat, or kick me into a eunuch? "    

    

If it was the Master of Human Nature, Lee Nanfang, he would never bite a woman's butt – but now, the evil Black Dragon has gradually occupied his mind, forcing him to do such a despicable action that would shame any man in the world.    

    

"I-I won't kill you again! I swear! I swear to the heavens! "    

    

"Too late."    

    

Lee Nanfang giggled and used more strength in his legs. He opened his mouth and took another bite.    

    

"Bastard!" Scum! Brawler! "Scoundrel — let me go, let me go!"    

    

Perhaps it was because Lee Nanfang's bite was too painful and woke Zhan Hsingshen up, making her suddenly realize that negotiating with him was the same as asking a tiger for its skin.    

    

No matter who talked to the tiger, can you make an overcoat out of the skin of your tiger, Brother Tiger?    

    

Would the tiger agree?    

    

The tiger can only purr and open its mouth wide to show its sharp teeth and shout, "I'll eat you, you idiot."    

    

However, Zhan Hsingshen's scolding was also rather pale.    

    

At this moment, Lee Nanfang, who had turned into the symbol of evil, not only ignored her screams and curses, he even enjoyed himself a lot.    

    

After the failure of the negotiation and scolding, Zhan Hsingshen once again used the method of provocation, saying that if you have the ability, let go of this singer. We will fight a fair and square battle like men.    

    

When Lee Nanfang opened his mouth to bite her butt, he was already shameless, so her provocation was ineffective.    

    

Then, he cursed him again and again. He cursed him for having a son, but he didn't beg Zhan Hsingshen.    

    

She would rather be strangled to death than beg for mercy like Scumbag Lee.    

    

"Even if I die and turn into a ghost, I won't let you off!"    

    

These were the words Zhan Hsingshen said after he used up the last bit of air in his lungs before fainting.    

    

From Lee Nanfang's point of view, this was a f * cking serious joke.    

    

If you are still alive, even if I am no longer afraid of you, how can I be afraid of the ghost that you have become?    

    

"This woman is really f * cking childish. Heh heh, heh, heh, heh!"    

    

Lee Nanfang, whose eyes were already red, smiled evilly and slowly let go.    

    

Zhan Hsingshen didn't move at all. The extreme lack of oxygen caused her brain to sink into a half-stop state and die frequently. Although fresh air would soon be filled in, there was almost no possibility of returning to normal within a short period of time.    

    

Like an eagle picking up a chicken, Lee Nanfang noticed that there were tears trickling down the corners of her eyes when he picked her up from the ground.    

    

Deep in a coma, she sensed the impending doom and thus subconsciously reacted to it.    

    

A woman's tears might move a man.    

    

However, Lee Nanfang was a demon now, so he wouldn't be moved at all. He only laughed evilly as he ripped off her clothes.    

    

The night wind was stronger, carrying a whimper.