32: C32 There Were also Warriors

C32 There Were also Warriors

"Boss, did you change your mind when Little Elder Sister Xiaoxiao came out?" Lin also drank half a bottle in one gulp and said carelessly.

"That's right, Boss. At that time, you even broke out in cold sweat, just like when I first broke into Brother Lu's house?" Dalin was more meticulous.

"This is what I meant when I said Little Elder Sister Xiaoxiao was powerful. Sigh ~"

Uncle Peng sighed.

"Do you know why the two of you together can't beat me? It's because I'm different from you guys, you guys are ordinary special forces. I've practiced martial arts before, I've never seen TV shows before, but Taiji Fist, Eight Trigrams Palm, they all exist. " Uncle Peng's words puzzled all three of us.

Uncle Peng continued, "Martial artists are divided into seven levels, from Level 1 to Level 7, I am a Level 2 fighter. Although I'm at the lowest level, I was still assigned to be an instructor for the special forces."

Wendu and the others were surprised, "There are still warriors?"

"Yes, Little Elder Sister Xiaoxiao's aura is even stronger than the most powerful Fourth Rank Warrior I've ever seen. That kind of fear and aura is definitely not something that can be formed by killing dozens of creatures."

Uncle Peng was able to see through all of this with his sharp eyes.

"What makes me curious is Brother Lu's strength. Although he is very close to a Level 3 Warrior, he doesn't know how to use his moves. He doesn't know how to use them."

Uncle Peng said a lot.

Wendu thought in his heart, "At that time, Little Ping killed more than dozens of them on the mountain. That was millions or even millions of lives."

"Uncle Peng, if you have the time, you can't give me pointers." Wendu asked in anticipation.

"You can't give me pointers, but we can still learn moves from each other." Uncle Peng was very modest. In any case, Wendu just felt that he was modest.

"..." It was almost eleven when we got back.

He reeked of alcohol, showered, and lay on the bed, thinking about what Uncle Peng had said.

Right now, I am equivalent to a Level 3 Warrior, which is the strength of a Level 3 insect. Then, wouldn't I have Wormman who is even stronger than a Level 4 Warrior? What level was this equivalent to a martial artist, level six? Level 7?

We pushed open the door from the outside, "Xiao-Xiao, come and sleep. It's 11 P.M." Wendu said happily.

Suddenly, a dissatisfied voice rang out, "Hmph, Liuming, you want to take advantage of me?" It was An Qing's voice.

Why did An Qing come? Wendu was frightened and quickly pretended to be asleep.

Listening to the sound of the shower, he couldn't fall asleep even if he wanted to.

Not long later, the two of them got into bed.

You asked for this, Wendu hugged one of them.

"Move aside, your entire body reeks of alcohol." An Qing said it with a bit of disdain. Wendu knew she said it on purpose, otherwise, she wouldn't hug him so tightly.

"..."

"An Qing, are you ready?"

"Yes!"

"Then I'm here!"

"Yes!"

"..."

"..."2

"Xiaoxiao, you missed me?"

"Yes!"

"..."

"..."

In the morning, Wendu was woken up by the phone.

"Dad …" I can't take it anymore... I've made a lot of money... How much, say to give you a fright... Dad, you should go home. I'll wait for two days and bring you home when the time comes … "Hmm …" "Okay."

Wendu had never been on the phone with his dad for more than three minutes. It wasn't because their relationship wasn't good, but because they trusted each other.

Wendu's father was called Lu Wei Guo. After three years as a soldier, he had fought for a family for half his life.

After Wendu finished his call, he found that they were all awake, "What do you want to eat? I'll bring it up for you."

"I want to eat …" An Qing was just like that. When it came to eating, she was more enthusiastic than anyone else.

After getting dressed, Wendu gave them a kiss.

"..."

"It's time to get up and eat. An Qing, don't get up. Eat on the bed. I sold you a lot of delicious food. Make up for the blood lost yesterday." Wendu teased him with a hint of concern.

"Flowing Light …"

In the end, An Qing insisted on getting up.

"..."

After dinner, they went shopping. Wendu and Uncle Peng went to the roof. People were usually not allowed to go on the roof of hotels, but this was not a problem for Elder Brother Xiaolin, who was an expert in this area.

"..."

Two days passed quickly. An Qing also left with her clothes back home. Wendu and the others were preparing to return to their hometown, H Province.

The Golden Turtle had already gone to the F Province.

Set out, go home, go.

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