"More than fifty children, can you do it?" Tang Guo can't guarantee this time. Although these children's martial arts are not very good, it's a little bit of strength. More than 50 children can easily cause difficulties for Mo Xian.

Mo Xian did not fear to stand up: "OK, fight to know."

"Why don't you step back?" Mo Xian whispered to Tang Guo, "if you see something wrong, hurry to call aunt Tang, or I'm afraid they'll kill me."

"Two fists are hard to fight four hands. I'll give you something to wear." Tang Guo took out a pair of small boxing sets from his cloth pocket. "This is a pair of boxing sets. You can wear them on your hands to protect your fists and just take off some strength."

Mo Xian took the ring and said happily, "thank you."

When he got the boxing set, he felt that the feeling was unusual. When he put it on, he was a little surprised. It's obviously a pair of fists. Why don't you wear them like nothing. It's not simple.

Where does Tangguo come from? He has no interest in investigating. The children have come to ask him to challenge.

Mo Xian fights with that group of children again. He finds that with his boxed hands, he can repel the attacking children with only three points of strength. This has undoubtedly given him a lot of confidence that he can beat these children without shouting.

Tang Guo sat in the same place eating with relish, looking at Mo Xian's great power.

Before long, Tang Weng Nuan came to find Mo Xian, who was besieged by dozens of children, still startled her.

She trotted over and did not expect to see that Mo Xian knocked down the children who were taller than him.

Around Mo Xian, there was a howling sound. The children on the grassland looked at him with fear.

"No offering."

Seeing that Mo Xian was still standing, Tang wengwen felt relieved and quickly walked over: "is it OK?"

Just because Mo Xian's body is not good, his clothes are torn, looks a bit embarrassed, but it is much better than those children who lost their fighting power and howled on the ground.

Don't look at Mo Xian beating people. He has also been beaten. After all, there are more than 50 people, and it is impossible for him to retreat.

There are bruises on his face, but he's had a good fight. These children should not trouble him any more.

"Aunt Tang, I'm fine." Mo Xian replied, but also behind Tang Guo showed a big smile, and she waved his fist.

If Tang Guo didn't give him the boxing set, he would not be able to beat these children to the ground.

I don't know what it is made of. It's so powerful. It's comparable to a magic weapon.

Mo Xian is not willing to give it back.

When he returned, he went to Tang Guo's side and said in a low voice, "lend me this boxing set for a few days and return it to you later, OK?"

"Do you like it?"

Mo Xian nodded: "yes, it's a treasure. I only use it to fight. I only use my usual three points of strength. It can help me save effort. Not only that, it can also write and unload a lot of strength from each other. I've been fighting with those kids for so long that my fist doesn't hurt at all. "

"Mo Xian, you didn't forget that your life is mine?"

Mo Xian did not understand, or said: "did not forget, what I need to fight for?"

"Not really. Since your life is mine, you are my man. This boxing set belongs to me. If I give you this boxing set, I will give it to myself. What do you think?"

Mo Xian reacts and laughs. How can he refuse?

In fact, there is no freedom, it is not so difficult to accept.