"Damn it, Zhang Qing is not at home and doesn't pay for the water bill. Could it be that he will run away, right?"

On Lu Xiaodao's mechanical arm, he walked in the dim corridor with a water bill list.

"I still have to go and have a look, otherwise I have to pay the money myself. I should be back so late. Damn it. If I run away, I will stuff his head into his butt and let him know..."

Suddenly, he paused.

Seeing the above the stairs, a mother and daughter walked down.

"Hello, Brother Dao, there is something I want to consult you, but I don't know if it's inconvenient for you." Chen Yujiao's good face showed a hint of fatigue. Obviously, after coming to the exile, the mother and daughter were not having a good life.

"What's wrong?" Lu Xiaodao hesitated for a moment, glanced at Zhong Xiaohua, and saw the latter humming proudly, he blushed unconsciously.

"That's right, I don't know who to look for some of the difficulties at home. I heard from Xiaohua that you have a wide connection, just..."

Chen Yu felt a little embarrassed because the other party was much smaller than her, but she could only ask the other party for help.

Lu Xiaodao has a good impression of this mother and daughter. Chen Yu, like himself, is a cheap robotic arm, and Xiaohua...

For some reason, she was a little nervous when facing this little girl.

He looked at the empty corridor and thought to himself that the water bill would be charged tomorrow. Anyway, in the exile place, the boy could not escape the order.

In the afternoon, I have to go to the Apocalypse Church to pray for the priest's exorcism.

"Since that's the case, come here. I have a sister at home, and I should be able to chat with Xiaohua's sister, and we have the word "small" in our name." He smiled.

Zhong Xiaohua wore a white short skirt, with her hands on her back, and her big eyes flashed. She passed by Lu Xiaodao, and hummed proudly: "You are young, I am much older than you."

"Bang!"

Chen Yu slapped his daughter in the back of the head and pretended to be angry and said, "Don't talk nonsense..."

"Brother Dao, sorry."

"Ah? It's okay..." Lu Xiaodao scratched his head, always feeling that facing Zhong Xiaohua felt the same as facing his own sister.

...

Door at Room 2002.

Father Hall, who had changed himself in a black windbreaker and sexy stubble face, stood quietly in the corridor and listened to the conversation coming from below.

His brows were furrowed.

When Father Hall slightly stretched out the muscles on his face when he heard that Lu Xiaodao was no longer coming up.

Almost...

If the other party comes up, he can only kill Lu Xiaodao first.

He likes Xiaodao, a child. The two have known each other for many years and are quite intimate. They often talk at night. Although Lu Xiaodao is young, he has rich experience.

But for the sake of the Shenchuan family and for Him, Lu Xiaodao came up and had to die.

His eyes became cold, and he tidied up his clothes and knocked on the door.

"Dongdong! Dadongdong!"

A messy footsteps came from inside, and soon the door opened, and a smell of alcohol spread out, making Father Hall frown.

As a spy buried in the exile of the Kagua family and as a conveyor of interests, Father Hall is strictly self-disciplined and absolutely does not drink alcohol.

"Hello, may I ask..."

He hid the murderous intention in his eyes. In the wide sleeves on his right hand, there was a short knife blessed by Him, which had reached the level of a level of e-level taboo.

Since you cannot kill the opponent with bullets, use cold weapons.

"Damn!"

Father Hall looked up and saw a figure wearing a red cheongsam, with his hair tied, a golden hairpin, and two auspicious cloud-like blush on both sides of his rough cheeks.

The lipstick on the corner of my mouth was a little crooked, so it looked like I had just drunk blood.

The most important thing is that this is a fucking man.

Father Hall is 100% sure that this is Zhang Qing, his competitor, who actually has a women's clothing fetish?

Is he holding a black key? Wouldn't that mean that a big man in women's clothing still holds a golden key?

He couldn't help but swear.

I felt a little fierce.

However, the next second, he was hugged in his arms by the "drunk" Zhang Qing, and then kissed him hard on the forehead.

"?"

Father Hall's brain is short-circuited.

I'm not clean anymore!

I was kissed by a man!

Too disgusting.

His first reaction was not to attack and kill, but to run away, just like a young girl who had just started to do things. Father Hall broke free from the other party's arms and turned around suddenly-

At the door, another big man in Lolita's clothes appeared, facing Da, with his thick arms wide open. Because he saw this too much, his clothes broke open, revealing his furry chest.

Father Hall, who had been through many battles, stood there for a moment, and was a man on his left and right.

"Teat, that's the one I finally asked Lu Xiaodao to borrow. If it breaks, it will be compensated." Alice, who was lying elegantly on the balcony, quietly controlling the two human skins, felt aching in her heart.

"No, I have to scrape some oil from this old guy today, otherwise I will be beaten to death by Aye." Alice showed a hideous smile.

“mua~”

It manipulated two human skins and kissed Father Hall.

Father Hall's eyelids twitched wildly, and he couldn't help feeling disgusted, trying to avoid it.

Suddenly, his temple suddenly hurt and felt murderous intent. A short knife in his cuff appeared, blocking the willow blade that suddenly burst out from Zhang Qing's mouth.

He had known that I would come over.

They deliberately dressed up like this, which made me lose my guard and could also disgust me by the way.

Fortunately, I have received special training from the family.

Two sequences 8...

As he thought, Father Hall was quick to deal with his hands and feet, his body floated back and then retreated, like falling leaves, and his body was erratic.

Sometimes it is on the coffee table, sometimes it is stepped on the sofa, sometimes it falls on the ceiling, sometimes it is stepped on the chair...

Bang!

The chair is broken.

He staggered and lost his balance.

Grass!

What a broken place? Why is the chair so unsolid? Is it glued?

Alice's pupils were spinning around, but her claws were not vague. She controlled Zhang Qing, holding the willow blade, and cut the other party's Adam's apple.

So fast!

Father Hall tried his best to avoid it, but he was still scratched his throat, cut his artery, and a wisp of blood flew out.

He took two steps back, his pupils shrank, and then he realized that the man in the room had disappeared.

Gao Inspiration made him look up immediately and look into a pipe above his head.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from it, and his body turned into a sharp sword, stabbing Father Hall's pupils.

Puff!

Father Hall's left eye was directly pierced, and he growled in pain and depression. He was about to fight back, but suddenly he found that the other party's face was distorted, and a bitter feeling surged into the remaining right eye. Every cell in his body wanted to vomit.

It's ugly.

This feeling made him feel numb all over.

Alice smiled secretly, controlled Zhang Qing, took the willow blade and attacked the other party's lower body.

Cut the eggs.

Father Hall seemed to have no time to hide and was stabbed to the heart.

At this time, his left eye was pierced, his artery was bleeding, and his lower body was also flowing with yellow and white objects.

Suddenly, he smiled strangely, and his hard skin squeezed out a hint of wrinkles. His arms suddenly stretched out, like iron pliers, pinching Zhang Qing and Wang Han's necks.

At the same time, the wounds on his body were squirming with disgusting granulation, like something sharp eczema, which healed all fatal injuries in an instant.

Click!

Father Hall stood there, with both hands forcefully, and directly twisted the necks of the two men and threw them on the ground.

"waste."
To be continued...