Chapter 487

Wang Fan's mouth is curled. It's better than pretending. There's really no one else.

He reluctantly let go of Lin Ruoxue, leisurely finishing clothes, then got up and planned to walk to the challenge arena.

Just as he just got up, Lin Ruoxue suddenly grabbed his arm.

"Mr. Lin, you." Wang Fan frowned and was about to ask.

Lin Ruoxue has suddenly stood on tiptoe, like a dragonfly on Wang Fan's forehead, a smile, charming sentient beings, "go, I'm here, waiting for your triumphant return."

Wang Fan looked at Lin Ruoxue's appearance, with a short absence, but he soon regained consciousness.

This girl, in order to win, also really fight.

He raised his fingers, pinched Lin Ruoxue goose's white chin, showed a trace of ruffian smile, and said proudly, "wait, my king will come back soon."

With that, Wang Fan marched toward the challenge arena.

Lin Ruoxue's heart boom, there is a short empty.

Looking at Wang Fan's far away figure and recalling Wang Fan's previous ruffian smile, her mood rarely has waves.

Especially that silk ruffian smile, deeply fixed in her mind, unable to disperse.

"Ah? Is He Lin Ruoxue's bodyguard? "

"No, he doesn't look as good as Yang Wu."

"I'm sure he'll be knocked down by death."

"I don't think so. Since Lin Ruoxue dares to send him out, it means that he must be more powerful than Yang Wu."

Looking at Wang Fan, the audience began to talk again.

But Wang Fan did not pay any attention to it. He walked slowly to the front and back of the stage and climbed up in a very clumsy way.

All the people under the stage looked at the scene and burst into laughter, especially the women. They were all laughing, and they were about to laugh.

Death also showed contempt in his eyes. He looked down on Wang Fan and didn't want to fight with Wang Fan. It was a shame.

Just because of Ma Lingru's order and the conditions that made him excited, he had to fight again.

"Ready? I'm going to make a move! " As soon as Wang Fan had just stood up, the God of death made a good move and planned to give Wang Fan a fist first.

But Wang Fan called to stop, "wait a minute."

"What's the matter? Is there anything you want to say? If you want to beg for mercy, forget it. There's no begging for mercy here, there's no giving up. It's only when one side is knocked down from the challenge arena that it's over. "

"But don't worry, I won't let the fight end so soon. How can I show my strength if I don't trample you? "

Death disdains to stare at Wang Fan and says openly.

Although Ma Lingru is warm to Wang Fan on the surface, he even wants him to show mercy to Wang Fan. But Ma Lingru said behind his back that he must fight Wang Fan. His father and mother can't find the north.

Only in this way, she can beat Lin Ruoxue's face hard, and make Lin Ruoxue completely unable to lift her head.

"Who said I was going to beg for mercy?" Wang Fan snorted disdainfully, then raised his head and looked proud. "I'm the first champion of Jinzhou and the first escort king of Jinzhou. Will I beg for mercy?"

Wang Fan stretched out three fingers, "you are such a thing. I can handle it with three moves. Is it ridiculous to say I beg for mercy?"

Wang Fan hummed, and his tone was disdainful. "The first reason why I called to stop was that I wanted to understand the fighting rules. The second reason was that I wanted to say hello to the beauty under the stage. Don't be sentimental."

Death was almost angry and despised. It was contempt for him.

He didn't expect that Wang Fan, who looks so weak and explosive, would dare to look down on himself. This is a great shame!

"The rules of the game are very simple. As long as one side is beaten down, it will lose. As long as no weapons are used, any means can be used. Do you understand?"

The God of death roared at Wang Fan impatiently, clenched his fist again, and began to build up his strength, ready to send out a thunderbolt.

This son of a bitch is so hateful that he must trample it. Even if he can't kill Wang Fan, he should let him live rather than die.

"I see." Wang Fan nodded.

"Well, you can die." Death said, directly clenched his fist and rushed to Wang Fan again.

"Wait a minute." However, before he rushed to Wang Fan's side, he was stopped by Wang Fan again.

The God of death almost didn't have a mouthful of blood to gush out, and his anger couldn't be vented. "Are you still finished? Can you compare it?"

"Certainly." Wang Fan some innocent, "I just said, I also want to say hello to the beauty, wait for me to say hello, let's compare?"

"I said you're a bad tempered man. You don't seem to have good ears." Wang fan is very dissatisfied with the hum.

Looking at this scene, Ma Lingru's face is a little ugly, but Lin Ruoxue's eyes are bright.

Wang fan is playing psychological warfare.

He twice called to stop when the God of death was ready to go. Obviously, he wanted to disturb the mind of the God of death and enrage the God of death. In this way, Wang Fansheng's calculation was greatly increased.Similarly, the God of death has indeed been deceived, not only has his face turned red, but also he is on the verge of losing his mind.

In addition, the ancient adage of "working hard in one drum, declining again, and exhausting three times" means that the power of death will be greatly weakened when it accumulates its power for the third time.

Wang Fansheng will add another 20%.

"Stupid, stupid." Ma Lingru gas jump feet, but can't stand up to remind, in that case, will only backfire.

She can only secretly scold Wang Fan for being cunning, not a thing.

Fortunately, the strength of the God of death is good, even if angered, Ma Lingru still has a lot of confidence in the God of death. Otherwise, she would have left long ago and had no face to stay here.

Lin Ruoxue picked up a grape in one hand and slowly put it into her fragrant lips to chew. Her beautiful eyes were staring at Wang Fan without blinking, and her eyes were shining with appreciation.

Wang Fanke ignored them. Instead, he swaggered to the stage and waved to the crowd like a star. Then he began to introduce himself.

"Hello, everyone. I'm wang fan, chairman of Wang Fan Anbao company, nicknamed Shensi. I'm lucky enough to fight with death today. I won't let you down. "

Death almost vomited blood when he heard this.

Nima, he called death, but Wang Fan took a God to die. Is this the rhythm of face beating?

Lin Ruoxue's mouth also can't help choking. This son of a bitch, he doesn't forget to advertise everywhere.

"Well, it's time to start." Wang Fan said, immediately toward the death ran in the past.

Instead of punching or kicking, he spread out his arms and hugged death like a lover.

When the audience looked at this scene, they didn't know what Wang Fan was going to do.

They've seen so many fights, and they've never seen anything like Wang Fan before. Is that a Toby?

The God of death looked at Wang Fan's performance, and then roared like a wild animal, and then swung his iron fist to Wang Fan's head.

But when his fist was about to hit Wang Fan's head, Wang Fan was like tripping over a stone. He fell to the side, and then escaped death's fist.

Death was slightly puzzled.

Is that ok?

"Oh, dear." At this moment, alas, the fallen Wang Fan was like a drowning man who found a life-saving straw. He held the God of death like a dying man, and then twisted his body straight back.

Then death felt the piercing pain of his ten toes.

I saw that Wang Fan was holding him in his arms while he was "scared" and jumping around. However, every time his feet land, he will step on his toes.

Nima!

Death is going crazy. He never dreamed that his toes would be attacked.

He hissed and took a breath of cold air. Then he couldn't help jumping up with Wang Fan.

All the people were confused.

Nima, is this a fight or a dance?

It's unbelievable.