Xiang Feng opened the door and got in from the passenger side.
"Take me one! It's been a long time since we brothers have used two swords together!"
I saw Xiang Feng licking his big face.
Wang Han half-smiled but said, "Are you here because of your words?"
Xiang Feng smiled sarcastically, "I heard you calling me just now because there must be something bigger. You will definitely take someone else with you. The only one you can take with you now is the goddess Su Su."
Wang Han lowered the window, lit a cigarette, and stepped on the accelerator.
The brains of these two arms are indeed different when used.
Taking this opportunity, Wang Han asked again, "I just asked you, do you have any impression of Man Wuxie?"
Xiang Feng thought for a few seconds and said, "It sounds familiar, Han. Do you have that feeling? Some people and some scenes seem like you have seen them before, but when you are in them, you can't remember them."
It’s like a dream, I’m still very touched after waking up.”
Wang Han bit the handle of his cigarette, "Are you still wearing an egg yolk dress with fluffy hair? Do you still do this old joke?"
Xiang Feng took a sip of water, "I'm not kidding, I just think I've seen this name somewhere and it's very familiar, but I can't remember how I feel. How should I tell you? It's like you holding your diploma,
When you see a classmate above who used to sit in a corner and didn't stand out, you feel a little familiar, but you can't remember what he did before.
There is always a feeling that there is some agreement between me and him."
Wang Han didn't answer, he felt this feeling well.
After answering Yan Susu, Xiang Feng sat there awkwardly.
I tried to talk to Yan Susu several times, but couldn't find the topic.
Wang Han said casually, "Ah Feng, get a bottle of water for Sister Su."
Xiang Feng picked up a new bottle of water, suddenly put it down, and handed the water he drank towards Yan Susu.
Yan Susu looked confused, "Why are you giving me a bottle of drunk water?"
Xiang Feng said shyly, "Susu, I drank this before. If you take a sip, it means that we have... kissed."
Wang Han looked at Xiang Feng, confused and shocked.
I thought Xiang Feng was invincible, but I didn't expect Yan Susu to be even more brave and unparalleled.
He took out a homemade popsicle from his bag and took a few bites before handing it over.
"Kissing isn't exciting, here, eat this, let's just kiss with tongues."
Wang Han shook his head and sighed inwardly, everyone said I was a weirdo, these two couldn't be more generous.
Xiang Feng looked at the Yansusu homemade popsicle that had mixed meat sauce, Lao Ganma's stinky tofu, horseradish, mung bean cream, etc. inside.
Yan Susu shook her head again, "Don't you want to give me a French wet kiss like the Nine Heavens of Ice and Fire?"
....
Yang Yuanlang covered his chest and gasped for air.
The blood wings in his hands were supporting the ground, and the girl he was holding in his arms was also stained with Yang Yuanlang's blood.
He looked at the courtyard in the distance with a horrified expression.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the living Buddha Zuan whom he had met at the ramen restaurant before.
The pale-skinned man holding a machete in the courtyard also turned to look at Chen Xuan's sudden arrival.
Chen Xuanzong clasped his hands together and came slowly.
Yang Yuanlang knew that there must be other masters hidden in the courtyard. He was destined to die today, and the monk in front of him was a good man.
He doesn't want to drag others down because of his own affairs.
"Senior, leave quickly, this is a personal feud between me and them!"
The monk laughed, "Meeting is fate. If you do not help, you actually violate the heart, and the Buddha is unwilling."
The monk of heavy pupils looked at the pale skin color.
"The master, let go of the butcher knife, stand up to become a Buddha."
The man showed a smile, and the sparse and black teeth added a little gloomy.
"Where is the bald donkey?"
During the talk, his hand was settled, and the uncle Yang Yuanglang's head was cut off, throwing it towards this side.
The wrist turned, shaking the machete in his hand.
"Since ancient times, the monk, you monk, Amitabha, full of mouth, are all male thief and women in the back. I will kill one when I see one!"
Chen Xuan's burial slowly pulled out the knife.
"Your mother is compared, oil and salt do not enter! Poor monks prefer and make reason!"
Yang Yuanlang looked at the head rolling to his feet.
Yang Yuanlang, who was extremely angry and sad, knelt on the ground, hugged his head, opened his mouth, panting his mouth, and he couldn't cry in the extreme sadness.
The tear drops of beans are silent.
Both eyeballs are stormy.
Yang Yuanglang knelt on the ground, his head.
Keke!
Angry!
Yang Yuanlang spit out!
ah!!!
Yang Yuanlang suddenly yelled at the sky.
Two lines of blood and tears slipped.
Bloody staring at the pale skin color in the courtyard.
Slowly stood up with the blood wing knife.
Five fingers tightly hold the blood wing knife.
The blood above the handle was lingering, and it was picked into Yang Yuanlang's arm.
Yang Yuanglang's eyes were red.
He was rushed towards the hospital.
The man did not take Yang Yuanlang in the eyes.
Shake the machete in the hand.
His head was biased, and he did not retreat, and rushed towards Yang Yuanlang.
The two sides hit together.
Yang Yuanglang was angry.
I just smashed the man halfway back.
That person's heel has not yet stood up.
Chen Xuan buried the knife that exudes Buddha Guang over.
Two steps back to that person again and again.
That person's expression changed.
I perceive the wrong.
Immediately rubbing his fingers, rubbing your eyebrows up.
Two fists fought fiercely towards his heart.
A majestic atmosphere broke out in the body.
Green tendons rose up.
Black -eye beads are smaller.
The expression then crazy.
Seeing Yang Yuanlang rushed over, the man's hand passed by a knife, and Yang Yuanlang flew back.
Chen Xuan was buried with a knife, "You are together with the birdman who hurt the poor monk that day!"
"Bald donkeys, talk less nonsense! Bald scoop leaves me as a kick!"
Chen Xuan's funeral, his hands closed.
"Your mother is compared, there is no place to step on the iron shoes, and you have to get all the time. The poor monk is still worried about where to find you revenge!"
Poster!
Chen Xuan's burial momentum rises.
Even if the serious injury is not healed, but seeing the people in front of them slaughter innocent, the fire is full of anger, and inspirational should be promoted to the Dharma!
The man saw Chen Xuan's burial so imposing immediately.
"Point? Chen Xuan buried?"
Chen Xuan's funeral's hand was angry with a knife!
Dangdang!
The knife wrapped with a knife was cut off and cut off the scimitar!
Cut it towards the man's head.
方 对 开 qi splits the other side of the other skin, and the blood of the eyebrows flows down.
When the other person's brain is wide open.
A figure flying out of the house.
Looking at the appearance is a middle -aged man. His hair is exuding, his clothes are open, and your chest is looming a wolf head.
Wearing the characteristic Xuan Iron Gloves grabbed Chen Xuan's funeral knife.
Chen Xuan's funeral and knife stopped.
The palm wearing a characteristic glove was shot heavy at Chen Xuan's chest.
Chen Xuanfu staggered back.
The middle-aged man walked towards Yang Yuanlang with a quick stride.
Yang Yuanlang raised his knife and chopped.
But after all, his rank was several levels lower than the opponent's, and the Bloodwing Saber was taken away from him, and he punched Yang Yuanlang in the face, causing Yang Yuanlang to fly backwards.
The middle-aged man grabbed the small glutinous rice dumpling tied to Yang Yuanlang's chest and held it in his hand.
"Dad!" Xiao Tangyuan cried.
Yang Yuanlang hit the wall and choked out a mouthful of blood.
Seeing her daughter being arrested, she struggled to get up.
"Let my daughter go!"
The middle-aged man was carrying small glutinous rice balls casually.
Lift up the stolen blood wings.
"Tell me the secret technique of using this blood wing."
Yang Yuanlang's eyes were red.
Now, he only has his daughter as a relative.
"I'll tell you after you release my daughter!"
The middle-aged man pinched Xiao Tangyuan's neck and lifted it up.
He simply said two words.
"Secret Technique!"
Yang Yuanlang stood up and roared angrily, "Let my daughter go!"
Click!
The middle-aged man looked sarcastic and directly pinched Xiao Tangyuan's neck.
Yang Yuanlang's eyes popped out.
A roar came from his throat.
About to rush over.
The middle-aged man held up the little glutinous rice dumpling corpse and said, "I'll ask one last time about the secret technique. The little girl is very cute. I think you don't want to see your daughter's corpse turned into a puddle of meat, right?"
I count to three!
three!
two!"
The middle-aged man made a show of smashing the body into pulp.
"I said!" Yang Yuanlang roared angrily.
As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man showed a cruel smile, lifted up the little glutinous rice dumpling body and was about to smash it.
Yang Yuanlang rushed forward regardless of his own safety.
The middle-aged man was kicked away by Yang Yuanlang. Yang Yuanlang struggled twice and fainted.
Chen Xuanzong tried his best to get out of the way, hugged the body and rolled it on the spot.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man dodged and pinched Chen Xuanzong with his iron hand.
Chen Xuanzian rolled on the spot again, barely avoiding it, and turned over.
"The bald donkey is looking for death!"
Chen Xuanzian was panting, "The poor monk is the protector of the Red Lotus Sect!"
The middle-aged man paused, "Dharma protector of the Red Lotus Sect? He has some status, but so what? Who knows that you died in this place?"
Chen Xuan looked for a way out of the corner of his eye.
"The poor monk has a junior brother from Jiangning named Wang Han, who is the little eunuch of Shanhe Society. He knows that I am here, and we have made an appointment to meet. If the poor monk comes there without seeing me, he will definitely investigate! Then he will be found on your head.
, you definitely can’t escape!”
The middle-aged man clasped his hands behind his back and thought for a moment, "Wang Han? I have an impression. If I remember correctly, it is rumored that one of the two names of the Shanhe Society's little eunuch is indeed called Wang Han. But so what? So what?
What can I do? If he comes to me, I will kill him without hesitation. You must die today even if you deserve to die. Even if Buddha comes, he can’t save you!"
A burst of laughter suddenly came from the other side of the wall.
"You know me, I'm very happy, but I'm not happy with the tone of your words."