The change is like a farce.

Tan was cut off his head!

The dwarts was closed, the old father Wang Wu was wanted, and he died at the end of the world, and now he does not know how to live.

Wang Bin also had a home that could not return, but could only stay in Alice's house.

Alice's home, in East Jiaomin Lane, here has been the United Kingdom, France, the United States, Russia, Japan, Germany, Belgium and other countries in the East Jiaomin Lane to set up embassies, the East Jiaomin Lane renamed the Embassy Street.

After suffering a gunshot wound, Wang Bin has been practicing the injury.

On this day, Alice said, "King, we are going to the ball tonight, and I lack a dance partner, and you will come too!"

“The party?”

"Yes, my father was promoted to colonel, and I have called a few good friends to attend at this banquet, and you will attend."Alice Road.

“All right!”Wang Bin Dao.

In the ready-to-wear shop, Wang Bin put on a suit and put on a tie, as if he had returned to a previous life, and he was like a girlfriend to the ball in his previous life...

Alice exaggerates and smiles, “King, you are such a good body!”

Wearing a suit requires a body shelf to support clothes, Wang Bin is tall, the suit is worn on the body, handsome.

Alice pressed her hand on Wang Bin's chest and said, "You are very good, you have the temperament of our Prussian nobles!"

She has seen a lot of Qing people, some people are extremely humble to foreigners, eyes full of knots; some seem to be tall, but the bones are afraid, afraid; some people, the eyes are full of insensitivity.

And Wang Bin, but with a noble temperament, like a nobleman, born with an elegant atmosphere, no intention to clear, nor deliberately knotted, looking at the eyes of foreigners flat.

This breath, Alice was obsessed, the more contact, the more hearted.

The banquet was held in a large hotel, which was not much different from the wine party in the previous life!

Then, in the dance floor began to dance, between the tug-of-war, Wang Bin thought of his girlfriend in a past life, but unfortunately never returned.

He is no longer the twenty-first century, he is no longer the fugitive who is forbidden by force, dares to kill enemies with knives, destroys people, and is chased by the armed police; but he was born at the end of the Qing Dynasty, is the son of the king of the sword, is the same student of Tan Xi, is the master of the shape of the boxer, and the knifeman of the Sincsimile knife method!

“King, what are you thinking?”Alice asked.

“Think of the past, think of the tragic past life!”Wang Bin said.

“Do people really have a past life?”Alice asked.

“People have a past life!”Wang Bin was firm.

In the hotel, the sounds of saxophone, violin and organ are coming and going.

With Alice's introduction, Wang Bin met the other foreigners and then talked to each other.Wang Bin began to abuse the "indigenous" life again.

Beyond a hundred years of knowledge and experience, Wang Bin can be from all fields, are a foreigner, whether it is the discussion of national events, the study of historical problems, or the thinking of physical chemistry, are easy to press.

For a moment, these foreigners were bitter.

This yellow monkey is so great!

The general yellow-skinned monkey, ignorant, base and ashamed; and the yellow-skinned monkey in front of him, wearing a monkey skin, but in the bones is a nobleman, more civilized than civilized people.

They are proud of the knowledge, in front of this yellow skin monkey, is only the status of abuse.

This yellow-skinned monkey, like God, is high above, looking down on all beings!

At this time, a master of ceremonies at the door sang the name of the visitor: "The Prime Minister's Zhou Chen came!"

Soon, a civilian came in, about fifty years old, with a rotten breath.

"The English Acting Minister Jules!"

"The German Minister in China Hahhausen arrived"

“The French Minister in China, Lemme!”,

A big man has arrived!

Then some senior officials arrived.

These big people, there are a few bodyguards full of fierce anger, these are the masters of national art.

The master of the art of the state also wants to eat, but also to feed the family, and live.

In the afterlife, Dong Haichuan, Yang Luzen, Huo Yuanjia, Prince Ping, Du Xinwu, Han Muxia, Yanzi Li San, Sun Lutang, Guo Yunshen, etc., boasted like a myth, like a legend.

In fact, they are not myths at all.The practice of martial arts is not to pursue martial arts, but to support the family!Many Chinese masters are born farmers, living very hard, only to get out of the ground, in order to make money to support the family.

They are just ordinary people, some in front of the bodyguard, responsible for escorting goods; some in the guardians of some senior officials, make money to support the family; some open the martial arts museum to teach apprentices, to support their families; some professors some nobles "rich boxing", to make money!

In essence, they are like carpenters, blacksmiths, etc., eating by their own craftsmanship.

In the eyes of many nobles, they are just martial arts, and it is usually possible to play in the ring; however, they are not really seen in the bones.

In this day and age, noble!

Many of the magicians are despised.Many masters of national art, they also look down on themselves, rarely teach their children out of school, but let them read books and become cultural people, not martial arts.

Only in the afterlife did the art of the nation really become popular, and these national masters were mythologized.

Taste the food, enjoy the red wine, and there are foreign beauty around, Wang Bin is very refreshing.

It's just fast, it's not too fast!

. . .

The party entered, and it seemed to drink high.

And the Premier Zhou, who talked with some foreign ministers, talked about the problem of borrowing, and gradually quarreled.

It seems that some of the drinks are high, and a British military attaché said: "The natural choice of things, the survival of the fittest, the strong and the weak, the weak have no say."

The British military attaché stood up and shouted, “Ladies and gentlemen, the most wonderful link is coming, it is a boxing show!”

When to!

Oh my goodness!

Around the beat of metal drums, in the magnesium lamp, a man in a tuxedo as the host stood out and uttered a strange cry, like a night-vulture: "Ladies and gentlemen, next, the boxing show, now begins!"

“Let’s cheer up!”

"Let us have the invitation, Mr. Milan, the British boxer, to appear!"

Bitch!

A warm applause sounded.

At this moment, the foreigners still maintain the martial spirit, for fighting, fighting, fighting, with a fanatical obsession.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

A roar, a man with muscles, like a giant bear, jumped on the ring that had already been built.

It's a boxing show, but it's actually a fight!

When Milan came to power, he suddenly raised his fists and shouted, “Come on, sick man of East Asia!”