Philip Meeks was crying on the mat like a dead father. In fact, his father was really dead. He would never cry like that, even a tear would not fall, because he had said publicly that he hoped to kill Die that old thing.

Zhuo Yang did not coax him, just packed his things and prepared to leave.

On the guillotine, as long as Zhuo Yang exerted a little more force, Mecks's cervical spine was broken, and of course wailing. Zhuo Yang ‘embraced’ asked with pride: “Do you admit defeat? If I don’t admit defeat, I will kill you, do you admit defeat?”

Mex struggled with huge cervical pain and couldn’t breathe at all. He really wanted to say ‘I admit defeat’ but couldn’t make a sound, and Zhuo Yang also forgot this.

"Do you admit defeat? Do you admit it?"

Mex really panicked, and even his consciousness began to blur. He knew that Zhuo Yang didn't want his life, but it didn't take ten seconds to continue, and he didn't want to die. The fear of death shrouded in all his remaining consciousness, and within ten seconds, he and Zhuo Yang were all in life.

At the critical moment of life and death, Meeks's mind was like a dream, and suddenly dreamed of the TV fighting program he had watched. I have to say that their lives are so good.

With the only movable right hand, Mex exerts only a little effort and desperately ‘slaps on the mat! Snapped! Snapped! "Shoot hard, this means to admit defeat." Zhuo Yang, who was so proud of himself, immediately awakened when he saw it, and quickly released his hand to unlock it. Both of them turned into danger.

Zhuo Yang stared blankly at Mex, who greedily breathed the air, sweating coldly. He was also terrified: I almost... killed him.

The relieved Meeks howled and cried: "Ah~~~I lost~~Ah~~~I confessed to lose~~~I confessed to lose~~~~Ah~~~~A hero~~~you Why did he die~~~ah~~~~ how did he die~~~ah~~~"

Zhuo Yang: "..."

"So what, old dead, old dead after living for 120 years... I taught at 110... yes, that's it."

"Ah~~~~~~Ah~~~~ dead~~ dead~~~ Zhuo Yang~~~I admit defeat~~~~I can't beat you~~~~ah~~~~~"

"Philip, you're a man." After packing, Zhuo Yang said to Mex, who was still paralyzed on the ground and sobbing softly: "Our two things will be cancelled for a while, and I won't fight again. If you want to talk to me about something else , Or drink something, I’m honored.”

Seeing that Meeks didn't get up and shake his hand, Zhuo Yang could only stop. "Then...I'm leaving first, you...I'm leaving."

Put on your bag, wear a hat, and cover your mouth with a scarf less than last time. After all, the weather is warm and the scarf is a bit awkward. Looking back at Mex again, Zhuo Yang gently opened the door.

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Maldini wondered: Why did it cry inside? It's not Zhuo Yang's voice, the French kid was beaten and weeping? It shouldn't be, that kid is a tough guy!

Unable to understand what happened, Maldini wondered whether it was time to smash the door, and thought he would listen more closely, and the team pushed his face to the edge of the door. It was at this time that Zhuo Yang opened the door. He probed his brain and prepared to observe the situation outside. He didn't even think about a big face at the door.

The noses of the two men almost came together. Both the horse team and Zhuo Yang were startled, and Mao was startled. ‘Oh’ subconsciously hurriedly shook his head back, and Zhuo Yang habitually flew to kick this old face. Fortunately, after pulling away from the distance, he could clearly see that it was the Colts, and he flexed his muscle.

The two of them were so awkward that they were a little embarrassed. Zhuo Yang stole the frame and the horse team eavesdropped. It was not something serious people should do.

The young man responded in the end, Zhuo Yang was the first to smile. "Hey, Brother Paul, what a coincidence?" After that, Zhuo Yang walked out and walked past the horse team, just like no one did, and walked straight in and out. If you look closely, you can still see that he is getting faster and faster.

Maldini is so dumbfounded, how can he have seen such a nonsensical routine like a regular person! I just wanted to raise my leg to chase Zhuo Yang, but was left by the cry of Meeks. After thinking about it, Maldini walked the room and closed the door gently.

Zhuo Yang walked faster and faster, and did not dare to look back. When he walked to the corner, he suddenly found a big head and scared him bald. If it wasn't understood in time, Kaka's pretty face must have been smashed.

"Yo~~~yo~~~you~~~~yo~~~" Kaka squeezed her eyebrows to tease Zhuo Yang.

"Who stepped on your kidneys? Hurry up, walk around." Too late to ask what to ask, Zhuo Yang pulled Kaka and fled.

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Maldini looked at Meix, who was crying with pears and rain, and couldn't help but move her heart. She likes to be sentimental as she gets older. Three times! Fighting with Zhuo Yang three times, it's not the big slap in the face of the initial trouble. Maldini didn't need to analyze who won these three times. On that day, Zhuo Yang had a tie with the whole Roma team. Is it necessary to ask one after another?

"Ah--! Philip, you are a very good player. I always admire you. Don't fight anymore and play football." Then, Maldini reached out and gently stroked Max's hair.

Maybe it was the magnetic voice of the Colts, maybe it was because of the desolation of Mex’s own heart. At this moment he heard Maldini’s obvious words of care and kindness, and he could no longer suppress the grievances, and was beaten three times in a row. Grievances of inability to resist ~lightnovelpub.net~Mex hugged Maldini violently and buried his head in the team's arms.

"Ah~~~~~ Brother Paul~~~~Ah~~~~" He cried like a child.

Maldini patted his back, letting the child's tears wet his front. "It's past, it's past, no fight in the future. Singing is worse than dancing, fighting is worse than playing football, it's better to play football."

At this moment, Maldini was more like a loving father in the heart of Philip Mex who lacked fatherly love.

Many years later, Zhuo Yang has left AC Milan, and at that time, Milan's back line was severely missed. After the famous Serie A defender Max was called by Maldini, who had been retired for many years, he turned to Milanello and became Milan. Back defense backbone.

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The cumulative air-fuel time of a top cigar can be as long as one and a half hours, and its most suitable taste is to sip when the cigarette **** is going to extinguish, so a senior cigar smoker always sits for a long time and extinguishes it. Many times. That's not arranging the music, but understanding the way of cigars.

The people of Ancelotti belong to a clueless fashionista. Their mouths are just like bellows, and the cigar rods are hot, and they think they are very powerful.

"None of these lounges is well ventilated." Ancelotti said: "Looking at the smoke in a room, like I was in the United States..."

Everyone habitually waited until he boasted, ‘Yeah yeah’, the door to the aisle opened again, and Zhuo Yang walked in with Kaka.

"...If you attack me from back to front, you will run from left to right. If you attack me from left to right, you will run from top to bottom.

The two didn't stop their legs.

‘Wow! ’