Weapons!
Mo Xiaocheng looked at the middle-aged brother appreciatively. He could think of weapons. It seems that his mind is also quite alive.
"Weapons? Of course, you can’t use guns. This is not a cold weapon. "
Middle-aged brother is slightly Zheng. He didn’t expect Mo Xiaocheng to promise his weapon. You know, the difference between sword and meat fist is not small. Is this master brother really so big? He glanced at the teacher next to him and saw that the corners of his mouth were smiling, which meant that he had great confidence in this little martial uncle.
He doesn’t believe me. I’m good at nunchakus. Even if I can’t win, you can’t let you move?
"nunchakus?"
Mo Xiaocheng looked at what he saw, playing with nunchakus. It was quite impressive. A fly flew past and he would hit him. He thought of a martial arts star, Bruce Lee.
"Yes, I’m good at weapons, that is, nunchakus. I think it’s something to take out today!" As soon as the middle-aged brother fell down and hit nunchakus, he split at Moxiao City.
Whoo-hoo … whoo-hoo …
My middle-aged brother played nunchakus very quickly and couldn’t see the shadow. When he heard the sound of "whoosh" piercing the air, he was strong and energetic. Once he hit the target, the damage to people was extremely great, and it was very likely that he would seriously hurt his bones and be discounted!
Mo Xiaocheng half-squinted. Instead of crouching for a horse stance just look, he straightened up and waited for an opportunity with his hands on his chest.
The middle-aged brother is a cautious man. He doesn’t despise MoXiao City. He slowly turns around MoXiao City with nunchakus, looking for flaws in the other side, and then makes a move.
Just this moment!
Middle-aged brother made a move to MoXiao City. He went around behind MoXiao City and faced MoXiao City’s head. Truly, it was a stick. In the past, his strength was extremely fierce and he reached the front in an instant.
hundredweight hanging by a hair―be in imminent peril
At this time, MoXiao City also moved.
Seeing a slight quiver in his ears, he didn’t turn his head and twist his backhand, but he caught the real nunchakus without bias. He held the nunchakus tightly in the middle-aged man’s hand with one hand and pulled his feet hard, and then he flew the other nunchakus out with a wave of his hand.
At this moment, his body leans slightly, his right hand stretches out, he grabs the middle-aged brother by the collar and throws him in front of him. He points out several directions in front of him, but he is also a virtual finger and doesn’t really point to the middle-aged brother. This is a sign. You can’t pick it up. It’s already that I mean the dead.
"Concession"
MoXiaoCheng smiled.
Middle-aged brother just reacted. His pupil instantly contracted into a needle. Obviously, his brother was shocked in his heart. It took him a long time to sigh and say, "Martial uncle’s martial arts is at its peak!" With that, he picked up the nunchaku table and left.
There was another warm applause, and the high-powered martial arts of these two Moxiao cities were deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and no one knew that they would challenge him again.
In this way, the position of deputy curator of Moxiaocheng is really taken. No one doubts his ability any more. His brother also has another name-"Gentle Little Martial Uncle". His style is good. Moweicheng is different. Moweicheng is strict and meticulous, but he is gentle and meticulous.
A month has passed in a hurry. It’s been a month since Moxiao City came to the United States. During this month, he set about martial arts. He took on a competent deputy curator to help his brother take care of martial arts brothers. He was knowledgeable in martial arts and taught these brothers more than enough. Others were easygoing and young, and he was not proud of his martial arts skills. He soon gained the respect of his brothers and became one with them.
"How should Little Martial Uncle play this trick?" A younger brother asked
Mo Xiaocheng walked over. He looked very young in a simple sportswear today, like a college student. If you don’t know him, you don’t know that he will be a martial arts master.
"You’re in the wrong position. Come and play with me."
……
"Little ShiShu you twenty-five years old this year, right? I have a sister who is also twenty-five years old and looks very beautiful. Why don’t I introduce my sister to Xiaoshu? "
"Little Martial Uncle, I have a little niece who is a 22-year-old Chinese-Korean-American hybrid. She is beautiful and in good shape. I went back and told her that little Martial Uncle is interested in you. She said that she would like to invite you out to dinner. Look, little Martial Uncle …"
A lot of these things have happened. Some of these younger brothers are older than Moxiao City. Seeing that Moxiao City is young and good at martial arts, there is a good background. My brother wants to have sex with him and introduce his relatives to him enthusiastically.
Mo Xiao city has long gone, so the heart naturally won’t promise him to refuse one by one.
In the past month, he has not improved his martial arts, but his thoughts are different. Every day, he has been instructed by his brother, and he has been instructed by some younger brothers. He has a deeper understanding of martial arts, and sometimes he learns new things because of his review. When you instruct others about martial arts, a sentence comes to mind, which is not only inspiring to his brother, but also a new point of view for himself.
But when it comes to Liang Taizheng, he received a message half a month ago that he had to go back to China in a hurry to deal with some things, and he did not ask him specifically that he would always be welcome to come here.
A month passed quickly, and there was no teacher or worker in Moxiao City, and Guo Yunyao lived together easily. In the past month, he actually gained a few pounds.
In this month, there were few martial arts schools in Mowei City, and they didn’t come back until late almost every day. They didn’t know what to do, but he didn’t say Moxiao City and didn’t take the initiative to ask him if he knew his brother’s personality. If he could say it, he wouldn’t hide it from himself.
Besides, Fang Ling is also in charge of business in her store every day. Mo Xiaocheng has never been to her store. On this day, Fang Ling suddenly asked him to help her take care of something. She has to go to other cities to purchase goods.
Fang Lingzhuang Store This is Fang Lingzhuang Store whose name is a Chinese signboard.
As soon as Moxiaocheng entered the door, two beautiful people greeted him with fluent English. "What can I do for you, sir?"
Chapter two hundred and fifty-one A day temporary clothing store manager
To tell the truth, MoXiaoCheng English is not very good, and he can barely understand some everyday language. In the past month, he has mingled with a bunch of brothers, and there are many Americans who can speak English. He has paid attention to learning English, so he has been able to understand the daily communication for a month.
When he entered the door, these two strangers shook his head and said, "My name is Mo Xiaocheng, and your boss’s wife Fang Ling’s younger brother came to help look after the store today."
Two female member looked at each other in a way "MoXiao city? Is it our boss’s younger brother? "
Mo Xiaocheng was puzzled when he saw two people wondering. Didn’t Sister-in-law tell these employees? However, he confirmed "yes" one more time.
"Sir, please wait a moment. We’ll call the proprietress to confirm."
"good"
The employee who spoke just now went in to make a phone call, and there was another one sitting at the desk.
It’s still early in the morning, and few two guests come around and feel that they don’t like going to another house.
Mo Xiaocheng discovered that all the clothes sold in the store were women’s clothes, and this so-called women’s clothing store is a clothing store! In retrospect, it’s no wonder that his brother’s expression was more or less weird when he talked about the sister-in-law shop.
The store is not very big, but only a few hundred square meters. Some employees are young women in their twenties, but all of them are Asian faces. I haven’t seen an American girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. Think about it here. Fang Ling is from China. Her first choice for hiring employees is Asians, especially China.
The store is full of all kinds of fancy clothes, which are divided into two categories: bras and pants, which are simple, sexy and dignified … The counters are full of beautiful things, so no wonder there are no male guests.