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By the way, they exchanged rings when they were married. Where's the wedding ring?

"What about the wedding ring?"

"It's in the drawer, I went home to pick it up. It's not easy to find if I accidentally dropped my hands."

Qin Jiufaang's elbow was already in place as he stroked Xiao Jing's hand and squeezed it back and forth.

No matter if it was arm wrestling or using this opportunity to touch his hand, he had already touched it. This was victory.

Xiao Jing looked at his calm and prideful self, someone who had a very warlike personality in his early thirties. Since he had chosen to arm wrestle with a soldier and boasted that he was physically first in the world to arm wrestle with an invincible hand, then he might as well try to beat him.

"Two hands, let your two hands, one at a time."

Qin Jiufaang arrogantly sat on the floor, full of boundless joy and a feeling of superiority.

His fists could break ten large vats, his arms could lift three hundred pounds, and his hands could break an enemy's neck.

With Xiao Jing's thin arm, his two hands could easily beat his in a second.

Xiao Jing was not polite either. No matter what, he would win, he only needed four hands.

Unscrupulous and unscrupulous. In order to win, he could use any method he wanted.

Including grimacing and scratching the soles of your feet.

Naturally, he didn't do that. He wouldn't scratch his feet. He only used both hands.

Her two beautiful hands wrapped around Qin Jiufaang's hands.

They were very close, and their gazes met. Everyone was eager to give it a try, and their eyes were filled with small sparks.

One two three.

Begin!

Qin Jiufaang was elated in his heart. The old masters had to use the same method as the old masters to hold hands, even if they had to wrestle, they could still do it without counting their hands.

His happiness did not last for three seconds. Qin Jiufaang did not use too much strength, the moment he said that, his muscles started to bulge, and his other hand was even fumbling around for cigarettes.

Xiao Jing used all his strength, he clenched his teeth and moved closer to the right side, the muscles on his arms also bulged, and the arm that was in a deadlock started to shake.

Oye!

Xiao Jing used a bit of force to pull his wrist over, pressing it onto the tea table.

Xiao Jing cheered in his heart as he let go of his hand. The hand that was being held had already turned red. He shook off the blood vessels and had a smile on his face that he could not conceal.

Qin Jiufaang was startled and amused.

"Sure, I have a lot of strength. I didn't use too much strength just now.

A man, a man, was not a delicate woman. He had to have the strength, the courage, and the courage to challenge her. He could still pick up the gun with the wrist of a pen and break the arm of a soldier. It could defeat all enemies.

Only this kind of man did not have to worry about anything else. He was tough and full of pride.

Qin Jiufaang really didn't think much of Xiao Jing, after interacting with him, he knew that this man was not inferior to him in any way.

I can't treat him like a woman, man.

Xiao Jing did not say much, and followed along.

With both hands wrapped around one of his hands, Qin Jiufaang didn't dare to be careless this time around. His idle left hand grabbed onto the side of the tea table.

Start.

The muscles of his arms bulged, including the muscles of his upper arms. All the muscles in his body were channeling strength.

Xiao Jing felt that his right hand was being pinched so hard that it seemed as if his fingers were growing together. He was very strong, he gritted his teeth to the point that his face was flushed red, his arm was in a deadlock, swaying left and right, just when he was about to tap on one side, he arrived at the other side.

Bang.

Then, Qin Jiufaang smashed his wrist onto the tea table heavily.

Qin Jiufaang's eyes were filled with admiration, and he no longer looked at Xiao Jing with the old eyes. That thin and small gloomy little boy was already very powerful.

"Only a few guys in my squad are stronger than me."

Xiao Jing looked at his right hand. His knuckles were white, and it looked like it was being pinched like a chicken's paw. Only after shaking it a few times did he regain his senses.

"My hands must be stronger."

"Try one more hand."

Xiao Jing won, he was happy, he only had one hand, he had won two times, losing like this was not shameful.

He held his hands together and flexed his fingers.

Qin Jiufaang looked at him.

"It's starting."

Xiao Jing nodded.

The third time began.