"Okay, Xiao An, don't be poor and just do whatever you have to do." Liang Wei said to Xiao An with a smile.
Meng Xiaoan raised his eyebrows and said, "I just want to have sex with you, is that okay?"
Liang Wei shook her head and said deliberately: "No, but if you tell me the secret recipe of the wine, I can reluctantly consider it."
Meng Xiaoan refused and said, "This can't be done. This is an exclusive secret recipe. If I told you, wouldn't you all know it?"
Liang Wei said unhappily: "Stingy guy."
Meng Xiaoan laughed and said: "Don't say you are stingy, okay? I am very generous to everyone, especially you."
Liang Wei kicked over, but Xiao An dodged it. Liang Wei said: "Let's go."
Meng Xiaoan said: "Well, I will come to you tonight to talk to your cousin."
Liang Wei said: "Yes, I understand, please be careful."
Meng Xiaoan blinked: "Do you like me more now and worry about me?"
Liang Wei said: "No way, how can I like you so easily."
Meng Xiaoan deliberately said with disappointment: "It seems that I am too passionate. These days, it is not easy to find someone to love."
Liang Wei said: "Fuck you, you are getting more and more talkative."
Meng Xiaoan said: "Well, let's go first."
When Meng Xiaoan returned home, the house was very quiet. It seemed that he was at home alone.
Meng Xiaoan got on and off the net and practiced Tang Quan again.
In the evening, Meng Xiaoan came to Xihua's game hall. Xihua was also idle and bored, but he first told Meng Xiaoan about the situation of the gangsters in Hong Kong.
Xihua said: "Brother, should we go there now?"
Meng Xiaoan said: "Don't worry, I want to come to see me personally. Lei Pili is probably still in Yunnan. If he really goes to Japan, he will definitely come back soon."
Xihua thought for a while and said: "Well, brother, I think so. After all, Lei Pili is one of the two-yuan generals of the Dragon Gang."
Meng Xiaoan said, "You send more people to check for his whereabouts. I'll go out for a walk."
Xihua ### said: "Brother, are you going to book a room?"
"Damn, it's only what time it is, but what you said seems to make sense. Now is the time to check out a room, and do some bad things late at night."
Meng Xiaoan decided to check out a room. This guy immediately called Qian Meng and lied to Qian Meng that he had something to do and came to his place.
Qian Meng felt strange why Xiao An made an appointment with her at a hotel. As soon as she entered, Xiao An hugged her from behind. Then, before Qian Meng could say anything, he kissed her. It only took a few seconds.
So Qian Meng stripped naked. Qian Meng knew why this guy came to the hotel by himself. It turned out that he had booked a room. What a waste of money. Meng Xiaoan said, this is a very atmospheric room and we need to make it better.
Qian Meng said distressedly, what a waste of money.
Meng Xiaoan said, it's okay, we still have this little money.
Qian Meng had no choice but to be tricked into bed by Meng Xiaoan.
The two of them worked on the bed for half an hour. Qian Meng finally reached her climax, then kissed Xiao An and fell asleep.
Meng Xiaoan is still full of energy. It seems that next time he will find another girl to fight with him.
Meng Xiaoan was bored smoking by the floor-to-ceiling window. After smoking a cigarette, he also went to sleep.
Meng Xiaoan had a dream, dreamed of the Potala Palace, and dreamed of Liang Wei. Dressed in a red coat, she stood alone on the distant clouds and looked at him, looking lonely and helpless.
Meng Xiaoan suddenly opened his eyes, still lying on the bed with no intention of getting up.
There was a knock on the door, and then I saw a man in a red vest walking in, followed by several big men in suits. He didn't look much better.
Meng Xiaoan looked at the red-hearted man calmly: "They are probably the people sent by the birdman Xiang Gao, right?"
The man in red looked at the young man with a lazy smile on his face and showed a cold smile: "Are you Meng Xiaoan? Come with us, brother wants to meet you."
"I don't have time to go." Meng Xiaoan stood up slowly under the eyes of several big men, and then slowly said to them, "If he is really so impatient to see me, then invite him here, I want to see him too."
"Really?" The man in black slowly took off his red vest, revealing a very strong upper body. Suddenly, with a flick, the vest flew towards Meng Xiaoan, and Meng Xiaoan's sight was blocked.
With a whoosh, a flying kick directly hit Meng Xiaoan.
Meng Xiaoan stood on the spot and swung his body like a roly-poly, then jumped to the other side. He looked out the window and said helplessly: "It's a little higher, otherwise you can jump down."
Seeing that he was looking down on him, the man sneered a few times and stared at Meng Xiaoan with murderous intent in his eyes.
He clenched his right hand into a fist and hit Meng Xiaoan in the face with a roar.
Meng Xiaoan showed a disdainful smile. Looking for death in a close-quarters fight, he also rushed forward without any dodge. The man in black hit Meng Xiaoan in the chest, but it was like hitting a piece of steel, and his hand hurt slightly.
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"This is strength." A sneer appeared on Meng Xiaoan's lips, and the same fist hit him directly in the abdomen.
The man's body seemed to fly like a kite in front of those big men.
The man lay on the ground in pain for a few minutes, then stood up and wiped the corner of his mouth: "It seems that Li Gan didn't lie to me, that's good." The man smiled sinisterly, "I don't know whether your fist is stronger or my knife is stronger.
Sharp."
"Just don't hack him to death. Mr. Jiang said that you should kill him slowly."
The big men each pulled out a sharp machete from behind.
"Meng Xiaoan, you don't have to expect the police to come back." The man in black smiled sinisterly, "I hope you have a good time."
Meng Xiaoan stretched, not caring about this polite greeting at all, and an emotionless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It would be better if there were no police." But he was a little surprised in his heart. He didn't expect that Xiang Gao had such a good relationship with the police.
, sealed a street. It seems that he is proud that the power here is very strong.
Meng Xiaoan showed a strange smile, and his body suddenly moved at a shocking speed.
If his people can find him, then there will be problems with safety in the future, but now we must solve it quickly.
Like butterflies fluttering in the wind, like bats in the dark, full of dark aura, Meng Xiaoan felt like walking in the rain as those big men hacked and slashed. As soon as Tang Fist came out, a big man dropped the machete in his hand in pain, and the instep of his foot
Dumping, with the graceful steps of a football, he bent down and wiped the air with a knife. Blood spurted out from his lower abdomen. The man let out a strange cry and fell down with trembling.
He moved his left side to avoid a knife, raised his left foot and kicked someone on the neck, and then came from behind and wiped the neck with a knife.
With a smile on his face, Meng Xiaoan slid forward, his legs quickly slid across the ground, and the knife touched those people's lower abdomen deeply.
He stood up, threw the knife, and looked at the scarf around his neck. Fortunately, it was not dirty.
Looking at the man in black with fearful eyes, he said with a smile: "It was you who said the police wouldn't come, so I killed him."
As soon as he finished speaking, the tall men who were standing suddenly fell forward.
Silver-red blood flowed everywhere on the ground.
"Don't point the gun at me." Meng Xiaoan laughed and dropped the knife. "I hate being pointed at my head." He walked to the table gracefully without caring at all, poured a glass of red wine, and took a sip.
, “Would you like a drink too?”
The man looked at him with such a confident smile and felt very unhappy, but he had a gun in his hand now, and Meng Xiaoan couldn't be faster than a bullet no matter how fast he was.
"I wonder if it's your knife that's faster or my bullets?" the man said with a smile, "Now some haters are using knives. You just said that if the police don't come, it's not illegal for me to kill someone."
"Didn't you say that your eldest brother saw me? If you kill me like this, your eldest brother will be unhappy." Meng Xiaoan sat on the sofa with his legs crossed.
"I won't kill you, don't worry. I'm just..." He picked up a knife on the ground and "I'll just chop off one of your hands first. If you kill my people, I'll charge you some interest."
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"Very good explanation, very qualified brother." Meng Xiaoan squinted his eyes and smiled, "But I think you should forget it, you can't cut off my hand."
"Really?" The man in black pointed his gun squarely at Meng Xiaoan's head. As long as Meng Xiaoan moved, he would shoot without hesitation.
"You are so sure that you can look at my hand." Meng Xiaoan looked disdainfully, "Look behind you."
"This little trick is of no use to me." The man didn't believe there was anyone behind him at all. If he really turned around, he would be a fool.
"You're right, there's someone behind you." A cold voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
The man in black was startled, and then he felt a cold sensation on his neck, his body shivered uncontrollably, and blood began to flow from his neck.
"This kind of knife is too blunt." Bronze shrugged and chopped off his head with one knife. However, one knife was not enough, so he chopped off again. It was better to use his own knife.
The head fell. The body also fell, and a fountain of blood spurted out from his neck.
Meng Xiaoan quickly stepped out of the way: "Master Bronze, don't you want to dirty my clothes?"
"Master, look at Qian Meng."
"It seems I'm trapped up there, I'd better go down and have a look."
Meng Xiaoan put down the glass of wine in his hand, walked out of the room, and started walking in the corridor. "Killing is a course that requires strength and strength. It is not something that ordinary people can practice." Meng Xiaoan murmured to himself, with evil eyes.
, a bright smile hung on the corner of his mouth, giving people a hope of seeing the sun in winter. He held a machete in his hand, a very ordinary machete.
Meng Xiaoan closed his eyes deeply, and then slowly opened them. His eyes were dark red and his fingers were almost pale.
His fingers are perfect for playing the piano.
"Kill." A man shouted loudly, and the corridor was full of murderous intent. A dark crowd appeared in front of him, all holding machetes in their hands and rushing towards Meng Xiaoan, each of them looking fierce and fearless of death.
Meng Xiaoan lowered his eyebrows and walked over quietly, like a butterfly. Just as his sword fell, the two big men fell down, and the machete struck the bones with a sound that made his teeth ache.
Red blood spurted out. It seemed like raining in the air. With every slash, a person fell down. There was no howling, and he died very quickly.
Since he started walking out of the room, he didn't know how many people he killed. He knew that there were more and more people, and his heart began to get cold. The cold made him draw the knife faster and harder. If he didn't kill them, he would
Just die. Maybe not, but the end will definitely be miserable.
Killed with one knife. He changed his knife three times. Every machete was stained with blood.
His hand holding the knife gradually started to tremble. He kept walking down, and every two steps, someone would fall down.
Meng Xiaoan's footsteps suddenly faltered, and he felt a stinging sensation on his shoulders. He stood there steadily, and blood began to seep through his clothes and flow out. There were more than a dozen people standing in front of him, with fear in their eyes, but they were all watching.
He looked at him with no intention of backing down.
Meng Xiaoan touched the shoulder that had been slashed by a knife, stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked the blood on his fingers, with a faint look in his eyes: "Are you really not afraid of death?"
He had a great change in his view of these people. To be able to train such a strong man who is not afraid of death, this person must be very extraordinary. And he must not be that birdman like Jiang Wen.
"Meng Xiaoan, no one in the Jiang family is afraid of death."
A big man smiled coldly. He rushed out first and struck Meng Xiaoan on the shoulder with a machete.
As soon as he moved, the people behind him also moved, and there was another round of attack.
"Killing." Meng Xiaoan suddenly yelled, kneeling on his left leg, moving his right hand backwards, and pierced the machete directly into the belly of a big man, pulled it out, jumped up, and chopped off a man's shoulder, an arm.
The clone made no sound, and the man punched Meng Xiaoan.
Meng Xiao'an's heart felt cold, his eyes were cold, and with a flash of the knife, he cut off his wrist. The hand trembled on the ground, shaking like a tadpole swimming in the water.
Blood dripped from the tip of the knife. Meng Xiaoan raised his right hand and hit the man's chin hard with his elbow. The latter was knocked several meters away.
At this time, Meng Xiaoan suddenly heard the sound of a car horn.
"retreat."
In an instant, no one was left. Meng Xiaoan stood there, turned around, and looked around. The ground was full of corpses, and he felt like he was looking around at a loss.
With a clang, the knife fell to the ground. Meng Xiaoan raised his head and covered his face with his hands. After a long time, he took the hand off and said, "I didn't expect that I would kill so many people." His eyes were full of self-mockery.
"Haha..." Meng Xiao'an laughed loudly and strode downstairs while laughing.