With a "bang", the sandbag wrapped in thick cowhide cracked open, and the yellow sand splashed. Cardanya kicked another sandbag. Although her long legs were plump and sexy, they were full of explosive terrifying power.

"I didn't expect that except for Lance Ruo and Bishenke, all the other team members came."

After walking around the training hall, Zhaza whispered to Feng Zhaoyuan. The latter's face was red and he was benching and pressing a barbell weighing 140 kilograms.

"It seems that someone mentioned my name."

Bishengke appeared at the door of the strength training room. He smiled and raised his round belly, and said proudly: "I ate about one hundred dollars of food, and about twenty dollars of desserts and drinks. I really made a profit."

Zaza almost fainted. This fat Italian man seemed to have come out of a slum more than him.

“It’s time to digest.”

Bi Shengke casually picked up a dumbbell weighing 90 kilograms, lifted it a few times easily, and shook his head: "It's too light."

Fuck, they are all better than me!

Zhaza shouted in her heart, thinking of the new discovery of the beauty loving knowledge, and immediately rushed to the computer room.

In the shooting room, Omar is practicing shooting hard.

In the fighting room, Morrie jumped up and down, exerting a strange set of boxing techniques.

In the strength training room, a piece of steel plate as thick as three inches was kicked to pieces by Cardanya.

New York City outside the building is brightly lit, and everyone is writing their own lives in different ways.

In a month, the team members slid silently with sweat.

With a "bang", the bullet hit the moving bullseye accurately again.

Feng Zhaohara took off her ear cuffs with satisfaction, and the Colt revolver was spinning beautifully at her fingertips.

After a month of shooting training for the team members by Han Gaofeng, Feng Zhaoyuan has mastered the key points of holding a single-handed gun. He has made amazing progress in body skills, footwork, how to judge the incoming enemy bullets, and how to start a gun battle while moving. He clearly knows that he has no strengths except running speed and IQ. If he wants to survive in a dangerous career in the future, he must have enough capital. Shooting and fighting have therefore become his current hard training targets.

Clear applause sounded behind Feng Zhaoyuan. Cardanya patted her jade palms, and walked towards him with a seductive fragrance, and said softly: "Have you gone back to sleep so late? Now your shooting level is the best among us!"

Fengzhaohara smiled faintly and said, "But my fight is always lost to Morrie."

"He is like a bat, able to float around in the air, how can he fight him?"

Cardanya shook her head and said, when she met Mori, her amazing explosive power was useless.

Feng Zhaoyuan smiled bitterly. After this period of hard training, his fighting had reached the intermediate level that the man of the God of War in the virtual world said, but he still lost a lot of fighting with a weird person like Mori.

"Do you still have to practice?"

Cardanya asked.

Feng Zhaoyuan hesitated for a moment and said, "I want to practice fighting for a while. Can you accompany me?"

Cardanya nodded without hesitation.

On the tatami in the fighting room, the two of them went back and forth and started a fierce battle.

Cardanya's power was amazing. Although she deliberately restrained herself, for fear of hurting Feng Zhaoyuan, every punch and foot was still like a heavy hammer, passing Feng Zhaoyuan.

"Bang bang", Feng Zhaoyuan's fists hit Cardanya's abdomen continuously, but the latter seemed to be fine, his body was not moving at all, and his firm and elastic abdominal muscles made Feng Zhaoyuan's fists feel aching faintly.

"Be careful!"

Cardanya let out a low voice, swept across Feng Zhaoyuan's ankle with his right leg, and flicked his left fist and punched his right fist at the opponent's ribs.

Feng Zhaoyuan smiled slightly, moved her body flexibly to the right side, grabbed Cardanya's wrist with her left hand, and suddenly rushed in without waiting for the other party's left fist to approach, inserted one leg between Cardanya's legs, grabbed her collar with her right hand, and twisted her waist hard.

With a "click", Cardanya was thrown on the tatami, but her fierce struggle also made Feng Zhaoyuan's center of gravity unstable and she couldn't help but fall on her.

"What kind of kung fu is this?"

Cardanya asked gasping.

"It's a judo move I learned recently from the Internet."

Feng Zhaoyuan whispered, and at this moment, his body was completely lying on Cardanya's back, his plump and high hips were tightly pressed against him, and his sexy long legs were even more entangled with his legs, which was indescribable and eccentric.

Before he knew it, Feng Zhaoyuan had the most primitive reaction of the man.

As if he felt something, Cardanya's breathing suddenly became rapid, her pretty face turned red, and she whispered: "Omar seems to be still in the strength training room."

Feng Zhaoyuan then got up like a dream, and caught a glimpse of Kadanya's concave and plump body, and his heart was beating wildly.

Cardanya's beautiful eyes were shy, and she raised her hand to tweak her scattered blonde hair, just in time to fully reveal her towering breasts in Feng Zhaohara's eyes.

"It's very late, let's go back."

Feng Zhaohara barely restrained the rising desire and walked out the door.

Omar was coming out of the strength training room, looking at the two of them coldly, and walked out of the training hall alone, her clothes soaked in sweat were tightly pressed against her vest.

“Every time Omar is always the last to leave the training hall.”

Fengzhaohara tried her best to cross the topic and prevent her thoughts from staying on Cardanya's seductive body.

“It’s us this time.”

Cardanya looked at Feng Zhaohara with affectionate eyes, and the latter jumped nervously again. He remembered what Cardanya said just now, and thought to myself if Omar was not in the training room, would Cardanya be willing to stick herself to her delicate body?

After hesitating for a moment, Cardanya whispered: "Can you teach me the judo move just now?"

"Ah? Oh, OK."

Feng Zhaoyuan licked his dry lips, gently pulled Kadanya's wrist, and demonstrated: "It should be like this, press the back against the other person. The waist posture is wrong, bend forward a little."

Cardanya's hands were soft and smooth, not as rough as the white man's usual skin, and it was extremely comfortable to hold it. Feng Zhaohara nervously held Cardanya's slender waist with her other hand, and looked up to explain to Cardanya's next step, but saw the latter's red pretty face and rapid undulating chest.

The hand that was holding the slender waist tightened unconsciously. Cardanya let out a "moan" and her delicate body trembled and poured into Feng Zhaoyuan's arms.

The two of them were close together, and Feng Zhaohara's hands slowly stroked Kadanya's waist and rubbed it gently on it.

Cardanya's beautiful eyes showed an intoxicated look, and her delicate body couldn't help twisting. Her straight peaks rubbed against Feng Zhaoyuan's chest. Her slightly opened red lips were like flowers blooming, waiting for the arrival of rain and dew.

Feng Zhaohara could no longer bear it, so she put her mouth on her face and kissed her hard. At the same time, her hands stretched down from Kadanya's waist, and she was free and thin on the other party's bulging buttocks.

Cardanya's muscles were strong and full of elasticity, full of explosive power. Feng Zhaohara's greedy hands wandered around her delicate body. While admiring in her heart, she rubbed her hard, and soon approached Cardanya's plump and seductive breasts.

A burst of rapid gasps came from Kadanya's throat, and a fiery lust shot out from her beautiful eyes, and her fragrant body kept moving towards Feng Zhaoyuan's arms.

"ah."

Cardanya let out a low voice as if satisfied and intoxicated as she raised her snow-white head and neck, and the kiss of the wind shone on the raindrops imprinted on her neck, constantly moving downwards.

The thin white training robe could no longer block Feng Zhaoyuan's passionate hands. The latter's palm was pulling open Kadanya's collar, and the smooth and white chest muscles trembled in Feng Zhaoyuan's lips.

The lazy night wind slowly blew from the half-open window of the hall, warm and soft. The spring night in New York City was like an intoxicating wine, slowly melting the wind of Shihara and Cardanya.

The moving moans suddenly burst into pieces.

After the passion, Feng Zhaoyuan was still lying on Kadanya, stroking her plump and elastic thighs with both hands lovingly, singing the crazy power of the legs when they clamped his waist just now.

It was quiet in the hall, and Cardanya closed her eyes contentedly, enjoying the laziness after the storm of love.

After a long time, Cardanya reluctantly left Feng Zhaoyuan's arms, blushed and whispered: "We have to go back."

Feng Zhaoyuan nodded, looked at Kadanya's watery eyes, and couldn't help but feel distracted, and buried her head and kissed her passionately.

"Ah, Terahara."

Cardanya gasped and finally put on her clothes in the midst of Fengzhaohara's massive invasion. She glanced at him coquettishly and said, "It seems that you are as lustful as that Zhaza."

Feng Zhaoyuan hugged Kadanya's soft waist with satisfaction and said with a smile: "I don't know if I'm lustful, but in the future, you will never be able to escape the clutches of Danya."

Cardanya burst into laughter and was about to speak when the sound of rapid footsteps came from outside the training hall.

The two separated immediately, Zhaza pushed the door and shouted, "You are still training here! Let's go quickly, Han Gaofeng asked us to bring our guns and get to the parking lot of the building within ten minutes!"

"Collection now?"

Cardanya was surprised, looked at her watch and said, "Twelve to thirty-six pm?"

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Luoshui's routine discussion

1. I wonder if the teenagers think that the description of lust in this chapter has gone through? If you have any opinions, please delete them. In addition, this is also a very restrictive one. There will be no more explicit descriptions than here. The male is willing to let him go.

2. Regarding the issue of Fengzhao's original IQ of 228, some readers find it illogical, so I will explain it.

The average IQ of humans is 100, the lowest is 85 (excluding mental retardation). The highest IQ score of the most authoritative IQ test paper in Europe is 174. In other words, Feng Zhaoyuan's IQ is only twice as high as that of ordinary people. Because it is a fantasy novel, it is not outrageous. As this reader said, it does not exist dozens of times higher than that of ordinary people. Luo Shui has already checked the above information when writing a book, and his IQ of 228 has also been carefully considered, so I will explain it.

In addition, this reader talked about the problem that monkeys cannot understand humans. In fact, intelligence is only one aspect. People, even though their intelligence is the same, they may not necessarily understand each other. This is formed by different personalities, culture, life background, outlook on life, and life opportunities. The intellectual factors are very small. For example, it is difficult for me to understand why many girls nowadays need to look at the career foundation of men when choosing a spouse.

3. Regarding the reader's comment, "The old man has returned to heaven, the second young master who is obsessed with music has been sold, he has the power, and the adopted son who is in charge of daily affairs has nothing to do? Didn't he blatantly say that all this was done by him? At least he arranged for him to be injured 3"

In fact, when Feng Zhaoyuan was sold to Africa, the next writing angle was to follow the protagonist directly. Therefore, readers can imagine what the eldest brother Feng Keye did after he was, and there is no need to waste his writing anymore. This is a problem of writing skills. Just like I don’t need to write about how her sister reacts after she learns that her brother has disappeared. These contents must be mentioned until the protagonist recovers his memory.

However, I am very grateful for the opinions of the first two, and I hope you will point them out if you have any problems in the future.

4. Regarding "If the publisher asks you to stop updating online, do you do the same?" Haha, publishers usually ask you to suspend updating at most, and then continue to update after the book is sold for a month. I don't want to say more about this. I rely on publishers to support my family. What do you think I should do? If I can't continue to survive, how can I still have the time and energy to write a book?

5. In addition, some people think this book is not good, please tell me the reason. I try to make up for it later. Don’t post a general review of bad books. I will delete all such books without mercy. Baihu Tianxia has received professional editorial reviews from three different provinces and cities, and has a good reputation. In addition, readers who have read the Legend of My Galaxy know that I will say bad books that are not good, and I will not underestimate myself.
Chapter completed!