Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

Song Ye originally thought that Qin Zhan, an army officer who led troops all day, should not have encountered other times except to stay in a ravine, which is a closed training place.

But now it seems that this judgment is biased.

The man in front of him not only catches the suspect, but also spends a lot of time on it, and he does not take others seriously.

The moment she was taken off her hat, Song Ye could not restrain her backhand, and she wanted to catch it. Today, she did not intend to expose herself.

But this shot immediately aroused Qin Zhan's interest. With a look in his eyes, he threw his hat into the air, and compared with Song Ye with one hand forward.

Banging, Song Ye looks like a slender little arm and calf, but she is actually very powerful. After power and training, she punches very fast. Even if she only uses 50% of her strength, it is enough to make people look. Dazzling.

Even Qin Zhan was surprised. The mind that was originally intended to deal with one hand had to change his mind after a few minutes. The whole body of fighting cells was stimulated, and the battle was set aside regardless of being in the lobby.

"Hey, come here." He frowned, and the hard breath of a soldier was coming, and the entire area seemed to be a school ground.

And Song Ye's exquisite porcelain white face was as cold as frost at this moment, and the chill emanating from her deep pupils was also full of energy. Almost as soon as Qin Zhan opened her mouth, she was already bullying herself.

The explosive fist hits the other side's rib belly directly. In addition to the facade that is not reachable by height, Song Ye knows the fragile parts of the human body. Qin Zhan is defense-oriented, and the muscles that have undergone high-intensity training have not hindered his resistance. Those proper textures are full of flexibility, and they perfectly and closely shun Song Ye ’s fists one by one.

From the upper plate to the lower plate, his fists to his legs and feet, Song Ye exhausted all the moves without breaking Qin Zhan's defense. The man in front of him looked like a copper wall and an iron wall, even if he did not fight back, he could be overwhelmed.

Song Yeming knew that it was impossible for him to beat the opponent with his fifteen-year-old body. Moreover, in order to conceal his identity, he deliberately made no use of killing tricks. Such a showdown was tantamount to hitting a stone with a spade.

But she had eaten ravioli in the other's hands three or two times, especially when she thought about what was in the water pool that night, she lingered the smell of tobacco. The hat was just a fuse, giving her a reason to do it. .

Qin Zhan is a good adversary. She believes that they can become friends if she does not stand on the opposite side of her interests.

There were more and more people around, even the security guards quickly deployed them, but when they saw the skills of the two, they dared not step forward to stop them.

In the end, the lobby manager bitterly persuaded, "Two gentlemen, I have something to say, we can't fight here. If we continue to make trouble, it won't end."

At that time, the two also came to an end. The attack could not hurt anyone, and the defense also restrained the bottom line. The more they played, the more boring. After a fist collision, the two stopped tacitly.

Qin Zhan took care of the slightly disordered collar, ignored the sight of the idiot woman around him, and walked straight to Song Ye, "Let's go."

Song Ye picked up the hat from the ground and fastened it again, and put his hands in his trouser pockets, and said indifferently, "Well."

Subsequently, the two people who had been struggling in the previous second were under the attention of everyone and walked up the stairs side by side. That harmonious back makes people doubt that everything just now is just an illusion.

When going upstairs, Qin Zhan looked at Song Ye's side face, and found that the other side did not have a drop of sweat. He nodded secretly in his heart and whispered, "Now, don't embroider these legs with these flowers.

Next time ... Song Ye's footsteps were a little, and the eyes under his hat flashed, and there was a murderous look in the cold.

I am afraid that the next time, the promising colonel will be out of place.

In the talking room, the two have reached the lobby on the second floor. There is a spacious venue that can usually provide buffet banquets. Today it is full of stones and tables and chairs. The stone gambling competition organized by Wang Yutang has been in full swing. Curtain.

Because Song Ye was a contestant, he had to go to the backstage to prepare to get rid of Qin Zhan.

There are already dozens of players in the lounge dressing up. These people are without exception the best in the gambling circle, known as so-called experts. Everyone looks relaxed and dressed up, and it doesn't look like it. Competition, but to participate in the catwalk.

As soon as Song Ye entered the house, he immediately noticed that if there was a peeping sight around him, many people sneered at her, but held his identity so he didn't confuse her. As for the man who was just taught by Qin Zhan downstairs Sitting on the sofa aside, seeing Song Ye coming in, they were all dark-faced and said nothing.

Anyway, no one talked about it. Song Ye leaned against the wall and was happy. After a while, a staff member issued a number plate, saying that the candidate wool was in the corresponding position.

Coincidentally, Song Ye and the man with the glasses received the adjacent number. Until they played, the other side was a ridiculous mocking expression.

When entering the other room, she looked up at the one-way glass on one side and guessed that famous businessmen in Shishi were watching, among them Qin Zhan.

However, Qin Zhan was not her goal, so she did not take the other side to heart, and walked in front of the corresponding wool, only to find that the wool in the audience was small fist-sized wool. Although they were all old-fashioned, they were obviously others. Pick the rest.

Song Ye can't help raising his eyebrows, secretly feeling that Wang Yutang will use the waste, take the rest of the last exhibition out for a test, and put gold on his face. However, the uneven quality of these small pieces of wool will indeed increase the difficulty of the game.

As soon as she crouched down, she heard someone scolding, "What kind of shabby material is this? It is simply a defective product that has been eliminated. Not to mention choosing a good emerald here, it is difficult to say whether you can pick out a green one."

These people are usually veterans who identify large pieces of wool. Small things have long been inconspicuous. Now they have to poke their bodies to pull stones on the ground. Many people are not used to it.

Song Ye also picked a few pieces. In all likelihood, they were not green. He was pulling the things next to him, and suddenly a hand stretched out beside him, grabbing the wool under her feet. Yu Guang looked at it, right The soft smile of the man wearing glasses, "Anyway, you don't want it, give it to me."

Song Ye looked at the piece of wool in his hand and determined that after passing his own hand, he no longer ignored him and continued to look for others.

Looking at her picture that was not salty or dull, the man slid the corners of his mouth and hid the good things he had hidden in his sleeves.

Unfortunately, Song Ye searched for a long time, and only found a piece of glutinous rice green and ice seed dark green jade with floating flowers on white. Both of them were not pure enough, and the price was greatly reduced.