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Chapter 437

"Fuck!"

"It blinded your eldest lady's peach blossom eyes!"

Luo Keke changed her sultry demeanor and yelled excitedly, "Crash her over!"

Chen Yan stepped on the accelerator.

I drive a bulletproof car, am I afraid of your little black car?

As a result, when the distance between the two cars was still 20 meters, the other car really felt guilty, shouted "madman" and turned the steering wheel urgently. However, at such a high speed, it was impossible for him to completely avoid it. The bulletproof car hated it.

He angrily hit the middle of the black car's body, causing it to fly up.

But the next second.

A figure fell from the sky and landed on the hood of their car with a thud.

This is a man with a mustache and a pair of eyes as cold as an eagle.

He stood with two feet on the front hood of the car, as steady as an old dog at such a high speed; his cold, murderous eyes were staring at Chen Yan, and Chen Yan was also staring at him. At this moment

, Chen Yan finally knew who was going to kill him.

Wang Feipeng!

The man in front of him was one of the ten masters Chen Yan had seen in Wang Feipeng's room.

The man had a sneer on his face and punched the car window hard.

"boom--"

There was a loud noise and the car shook.

It was even stronger than the vibration when the car crashed just now, and the whole car seemed to jump.

Rococo complained: "Damn it, we're not really going to be shocked to death in the car, are we?"

Chen Yan swung in the direction, trying to throw the man off.

result--

"boom--"

Another blow.

This time, a hole was punched out of the bullet-proof front windshield. The man reached in with his hand, tore off the entire windshield, and threw it away.

"Oh my god, is he the Hulk?"

Rococo let out a piercing scream, with a look of fear on his face, as if he was frightened into a mental disorder.

The black-bearded man didn't even look at her. He just stared at Chen Yan and said with a sneer: "Uncle, the Lord of Hell has asked you to go to the underworld to be his son-in-law!"

After he said this, he smiled cruelly.

A fist as big as a casserole hit Chen Yan's head.

"laugh--"

At this moment, a green light flashed through the thorn.

A green jade flute instantly poked into the black-bearded man's eye socket.

It is Rococo's movable hand.

This skill, this speed, not to mention the unprepared Grandmaster Blackbeard, even Chen Yan was shocked.

Female Grandmaster!??

My wife's deskmate, the La Traviata who had to compete with her in everything, turned out to be a grandmaster. I didn't expect it at all.

"Smashing your eldest lady's car, doesn't it cost you money?"

"Pfft!"

Pull out the jade flute.

Chen Yan then discovered that a dagger actually popped out of the tip of the jade flute.

The jade flute tied to her thigh is not only a musical instrument, but also a weapon.

No wonder Blackbeard immediately stopped moving. This was a direct weapon inserted into the brain, making him brain dead!

Blackbeard dropped the car, Chen Yan took control of the car, rushed out of the community, and then took the time to glance at Luo Keke.

The woman took out the napkin, wiped off the blood on the jade flute with a look of disgust on her face, and stuck out her tongue at Chen Yan: "That's rude, that's rude, brother, you don't dislike me, do you?"

Chen Yan said: "How many secrets have you hidden?"

Luo Keke said: "Brother, we have never had a good one-on-one in-depth communication. Of course you don't know my depth! Just like I don't know why there are so many masters coming to kill you, do you want to escape this one?"

After the disaster, find a small hotel to communicate with each other?"

"My wife doesn't agree!"

"Wife discipline!"


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