The next day.

Han Xin possessed Zhao Ren and came to the hotel door and shouted, "Ye Xiaotian! Ye Xiaotian!"

"Damn, my name is Mao? Here comes." Ye Xiaotian was speechless, "Brother, this is a hotel. You can easily get chopped up when you scream so much. Now is a good time to exercise."

Ye Xiaotian ran out of the hotel and saw Zhao Ren's face twitching, holding a cigar in his hand, holding a ruthless gun in his hand, the red hair in front drifting with the wind, and his face said, "I'm a bully."

"What exercise is suitable for morning?" Han Xin said in confusion. Do you exercise in the morning? Isn't it just morning jogging?

"Brother Xin, he is talking about the movement between men and women." Zhao Ren explained to Han Xin, and he looked like you know.

"Xiaotian, I didn't expect you to be so vulgar." Han Xin raised his eyebrows and said.

"You are just rude, let's go and find your street fighter." Ye Xiaotian cursed, and then asked Zhao Ren and Han Xin to sit on Bentley, while Sun Wukong was still his miserable driver.

"Where is your street fighter?" Ye Xiaotian asked after getting in the car, "I don't know." Han Xin shook his head and said.

"Damn, I don't know what you said so much yesterday?" Ye Xiaotian was about to go wild. He clearly stated the location of the two skin souls yesterday. Today he helped him find one, but he said he didn't know?!

"Nonsense, Street Fighter has no level, do you think I will care?" Han Xin glanced at Ye Xiaotian and said proudly. This made Ye Xiaotian very unhappy. Uncle, did he dislike Street Fighter when he heard Han Xin's tone?

"How can I hear the strong sense of disgust?" Ye Xiaotian looked at Han Xin and asked. It's good that this guy has a skin soul. He is still here to dislike him. If you dislike him, don't let me find him.

"There is no disgust, only complaining." Han Xin said.

"Complaint the Soul of the Skin? What do you say?" Ye Xiaotian asked with interest, complaining about the Street Fighter. Ye Xiaotian was very curious. There was also people who complain about the Soul of the Skin.

"That guy stole my things." Han Xin said angrily at this time, "What did you stole?" Ye Xiaotian asked.

"He stole my heart. I waited for so long but didn't return it to me." Han Xin said this with disappointment, which shocked Ye Xiaotian, Zhao Ren and the miserable driver Sun Wukong. Ye Xiaotian hurriedly stayed away from Han Xin and said, "Damn, Han Xin, are you gay?"

"Get out of here, I'm talking about chocolate hearts. I gave them to my wife. I was stolen by that guy!" Han Xin immediately retorted, and unexpectedly something happened to organize the language organization.

"Oh, that's right, I thought you were both in the middle of the game." Ye Xiaotian looked like he suddenly realized and secretly observed Han Xin.

"Stop, I feel it." Han Xin suddenly said at this time. Sun Wukong stepped on the brakes when he heard the sound. Everyone got out of the car and observed the surroundings. They found that they drove into a lively market, with constant crowds around, including shopping, snacks, and snacks.

"Follow me." Han Xin possessed Zhao Ren and ran to a place, "It's a good car to find a place for a dead monkey." Ye Xiaotian turned around and threw a sentence. Sun Wukong's face was full of misery. Damn, I'm not a driver!!

Han Xin possessed Zhao Ren and kept jumping between the tall buildings and the building, which seemed very relaxed. Looking at Ye Xiaotian, the situation was not very good. Ye Xiaotian had never practiced light skills, and now he was just a little bit of force, so it was still a bit difficult to shuttle between the tall buildings and the building.

"It's true that Han Tiaotiao is the legendary Han Tiaotiao, and his legs are not long." Ye Xiaotian climbed to the top of the tall building and said to himself.

"Xiaotian, you're too slow." Han Xin possessed Zhao Ren and looked at Ye Xiaotian who had just climbed up with a playful smile on his face. He felt very proud. He should tell you that I'm a gay man, so he will follow me to climb the stairs and play later.

"Damn, you are standing and talking, you will feel pain in your back." Ye Xiaotian said panting, Damn, I will never climb stairs again.

"Where am I talking? I'm obviously sitting, okay?" Han Xin said while sitting on the stone platform upstairs.

"Damn, can you not be so cheap?" Ye Xiaotian said speechlessly. He thought the dead monkey was already very cheap, but he didn't expect Han Xin to be even cheaper than him. He was really a bitch.

"No! Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and follow." Han Xin got up and jumped directly to the building opposite.

"My Japanese, Han Xin has found the Street Fighter this time. Look at me, Ye Xiaotian, don't tear off your hair!" Ye Xiaotian looked at the mean figure opposite and gritted his teeth.
Chapter completed!