Looking at Le Mulan in the training room, Zhang Yu said speechlessly, "How are you going to fight dressed like that?"
Le Mulan was wearing several layers of clothes, even thick gloves on her hands, and a mask on her face, looking bulky.
Zhang Yu cursed inwardly, thinking she was sick and her mysophobia was too serious.
So Zhang Yu said, "I disinfected when I entered the school, you don't have to be so exaggerated, right?"
Le Mulan waved her hand and said, "It doesn't matter, let's start."
After two months of training, Le Mulan believed that her tolerance for Zhang Yu had greatly improved.
But after two months, fighting him again, she decided to take it step by step, like wearing a few more layers of clothes at the beginning.
Zhang Yu shook his head helplessly, but after all, she was a client paying 12,000 per hour, so he could only agree to any strange requests.
Zhang Yu thought to himself, "Alas, it's so good to be rich, to be able to hire a genius high school boy like me as a sparring partner."
Le Mulan said, "Let's start with normal combat, try to drag me into ground combat."
So after a while, the two stood facing each other, and with a deep breath from Le Mulan, she waved at Zhang Yu, and Zhang Yu rushed up.
With a series of bangs, Le Mulan's sword energy and Zhang Yu's astral energy collided fiercely.
Le Mulan felt terrifying forces mixed with vast mana bombarding her.
And she was originally inferior to Zhang Yu in strength, and her body was even slower under the layers of clothes, and she was beaten back steadily by Zhang Yu, and in a blink of an eye, she was within a meter of him.
Then, after a dizzy spell, Le Mulan only heard a loud bang, and she had been thrown to the ground.
Then she saw a pair of big hands grabbing towards her.
Looking at the pair of big hands belonging to Zhang Yu, a trace of instinctive disgust flashed across Le Mulan's face, and it seemed that a sound of 'Ew~' came from her heart.
So she hurriedly reached out to resist.
In the past two months, although Le Mulan had also learned a lot of close combat, grappling, and wrestling techniques, she was naturally still powerless against Zhang Yu.
Seeing the other party locking her hands and her feet were about to wrap around her, Le Mulan frowned and said, "Stop! Stop! Stop it now!"
Zhang Yu stopped helplessly and asked, "What's wrong again?"
Le Mulan quickly stood up and thought to herself, "Sure enough... although I can endure it, I still hate it... the body of a poor person."
But Le Mulan knew that she had brought Zhang Yu here to overcome her mental weaknesses and be able to switch mental techniques more flexibly.
But the thought of the other party's poor hands touching her during the battle made her feel an unbearable sense of nausea.
Especially after seeing Zhang Yu's Moments every day, she clearly remembered that these hands had touched all kinds of patina-covered bottles and cans, touched river water, touched roadside stalls, touched Bai Zhenzhen...
"The hands of a poor person are going to reach out and touch me... this is much more uncomfortable than simply holding hands last time."
"Sure enough... I still need to take it step by step."
So she thought for a while and said, "Next, you defend with all your strength, and I will try to control you in ground combat. You can't actively reach out and attack me."
Zhang Yu nodded casually, thinking that it was the same price no matter how he trained.
So the next moment, the two fell to the ground again, this time Le Mulan attacked Zhang Yu.
She reached out and hugged Zhang Yu from behind, locking her hands towards Zhang Yu's neck.
Her legs were constantly trying to clamp towards Zhang Yu's thighs and abdomen.
But under this offensive, she felt like she was trying to control a giant dragon, and terrifying power entangled and agitated between the two, constantly resisting her control.
Compared to two months ago, the strength of the two is now different.
Under the transmission of the strength of both sides, even though the quality of the clothes on Le Mulan's body was already good, it still made a cracking sound.
The several layers of pants she was wearing shattered layer by layer in the wrestling, revealing a pair of fair and powerful long legs.
Zhang Yu's pants were no better, and they were also torn to pieces.
So as the two entangled, Zhang Yu felt Le Mulan's thighs pressing tightly against his thighs, rubbing against each other. This cold physical contact felt very subtle, making him a little distracted for a while.
After all, this was too different from his previous intimate contact with clients (Song Hailong).
And Le Mulan, who also felt her thigh flesh sticking to Zhang Yu's, almost formed a solid expression of disgust on her face, and her legs subconsciously moved to the side.
But this action immediately showed signs of Zhang Yu breaking free, and Le Mulan quickly reminded herself: "Endure! You must endure! You must overcome your psychological weaknesses!"
Fortunately, Zhang Yu was also a little distracted, not only did he fail to break free, but Le Mulan found an opportunity.
Le Mulan was now hooking Zhang Yu's neck with both hands, and her legs were wrapped around Zhang Yu's waist. The slender and powerful thigh muscles exerted force, and like two giant pythons, they tore a large piece of Zhang Yu's upper body to pieces with a hiss.
Feeling her thigh flesh tightly贴在一起 with Zhang Yu's waist and abdomen, Le Mulan felt like she was clamping a bag of garbage with her legs.
But although her eyes were full of disgust, she finally persisted and endured it.
However, in the next moment, as Zhang Yu's one hand blocked Le Mulan's hands from locking his neck, Zhang Yu's other hand reached towards Le Mulan's thigh, wanting to break this leg open.
With a snap! he pressed on Le Mulan's thigh flesh.
Le Mulan's body was very strong. Once she exerted force, her skin and flesh were definitely much harder than ordinary bricks.
But at this moment, under the powerful force in Zhang Yu's hand, Le Mulan's thigh seemed to be full of flesh all of a sudden, and slightly dented as Zhang Yu squeezed it.
It was also Zhang Yu's pinch that made Le Mulan's body suddenly tighten, as if she was about to straighten up.
"His hand..."
In this instant, Le Mulan's mind was like a revolving lantern, constantly recalling the scenes she had seen in Moments.
It was these hands that had touched buses, taken the subway, grabbed synthetic food, and been to the toilets of Songyang High School, full of the genes of the poor, and had touched another poor person, Bai Zhenzhen, countless times...
Now he was actually pinching her thigh?
Two months ago, the nightmare on the arena seemed to be constantly churning in Le Mulan's mind, and it was even more violently contradicting the mental techniques in her mind.
Le Mulan bit her teeth tightly, feeling the place on her thigh being pinched more and more painfully, trying to keep the tears in her eyes from flowing down.
And Zhang Yu... while constantly defending against Le Mulan's offensive, he felt the fragrance around him becoming more and more intense.
"What smell is this?"
Until Zhang Yu was locked in the throat by Le Mulan's hands again, and his face was gradually stained with a layer of sweat on her arm, he understood.
"Damn it! Le Mulan's sweat is fragrant?"
"No... something is wrong, this sweat seems..."
As the two fought fiercely, Zhang Yu's body temperature rose rapidly, making Le Mulan feel like she was clamping a burning stick, and her legs, chest, and abdomen felt hotter and hotter.
And Le Mulan's body was clearly still cold, but Zhang Yu felt that her hands were constantly secreting sweat, wetting his face.
"This is not sweat at all, it smells like medicine... This is Ziyun's potion, right?!"
"Is it because of the super metabolism surgery? It directly treats the medicine dregs in her body as sweat and excretes them?"
Smelling the smell of the potion constantly coming from the other party's body, Zhang Yu felt the movement of qi and blood in his body becoming more and more intense, and the reaction of his brain nerves began to become excited.
"No, who knows what kind of potent medicine Le Mulan's medicine jar body has taken, I can't be affected..."
Zhang Yu knew that if a drug-abusing master was here, he might lick it and taste the ingredients of the medicine.
As a supporter of natural body refining, Zhang Yu would naturally not take medicine indiscriminately. He quickly closed his mouth, held his breath, and tried not to be affected by the sweat on Le Mulan's body.
When this sweat appeared all over Le Mulan's body, especially when the sweat on her thigh flesh also increased, a greasy feeling gradually came, making Zhang Yu's hands also feel slippery...
The next moment, Le Mulan, who had completely controlled Zhang Yu, was overjoyed: "Finally locked him!"
However, in the next instant after success, she released Zhang Yu like lightning, and with a whoosh... rolled backwards for more than ten meters.
Zhang Yu lay on the ground with a flushed face, and on the ground was a large pool of sweat that vaguely looked like a human figure, still steaming with heat.
Le Mulan asked, "Why couldn't you exert any strength at the end? Did you hold back?"
Zhang Yu glanced at Le Mulan unhappily and said, "You sweat too much, your legs and hands are slippery and greasy, and they all smell, which made me hold my breath all the time."
After saying that, Zhang Yu's eyes swept over Le Mulan's body and found that although the other party's upper body was a little damaged, it did not have much impact and still covered most of her body.
On the contrary, on a pair of slender and straight legs, the pants had almost been crushed in the previous battle, and you could still see a bruised handprint on the right thigh flesh.
Seeing this handprint, Zhang Yu asked a little embarrassedly, "Is your leg okay?"
Le Mulan was still thinking about what Zhang Yu had just said. After hearing this, she looked at the bruise on her leg and said lightly, "It's just a small injury. I have my own wound medicine in my body, and it will heal itself in a while."
"What did you just say, why hold your breath?" Le Mulan asked in confusion: "The super metabolism surgery makes my ability to absorb and decompose potions particularly strong."
"And I usually use the highest level of potions. After these potions are absorbed by me, the potion excreted from the body surface... is medicine dregs for me, but for ordinary students, it completely meets the normal drinking standards, non-toxic and without side effects."
"You can even drink it directly, so you don't need to consider holding your breath or anything."
"But..." Le Mulan frowned and said, "You are not allowed to touch me with your tongue."
Zhang Yu was furious in his heart: You damn... I am naturally body refining! Who cares about your medicine dregs!——
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