Chapter five hundred and eighty second bathroom murder
The wine and food were fragrant and pure in taste. The dishes on the table included eight major cuisines: Sichuan, Shandong, Guangdong, Jiangsu, Hunan, Fujian, Hui, Zhejiang and Zhejiang. At the dinner table, He Shang and Liu Meng enjoyed the most, while Xu Qing tasted it briefly.
That's all, it's just a fresh meal. The most important thing is that he needs some time to observe the people around Mr. Kuang. e^See
The ancient warriors who knew how to click sex, and the lies of many Western medicine authorities, all were just an attempt to completely cripple Kuang Huaxiong without anyone noticing. Except for the people closest to him, it is estimated that no one has this ability. Xu Qing
Although it is not yet certain what the other party's purpose is, it is estimated that it is nothing more than rights.
Also eating at the same table were the hún-blooded young girl we met at the entrance and the stern-faced man. His name was Kuang Qingqing. As for why he chose such a painfully relevant name, you have to ask the old man in a wheelchair.
Okay, no, this person is holding a piece of nine-turn large intestine and putting it into his mouth!
"Dad, this stuff is too greasy. The doctor said eating it is bad for your health." Kuang Qingqing's face was frozen, but his words showed concern for the old man. Greasy stuff can indeed cause an increase in blood lipids, which is not good for older people.
It's really not good.
Kuang Huaxiong had good teeth. He chewed up a piece of large intestine and swallowed it. He said disapprovingly: "Life is a drama. You work hard when you are young. It is meaningless to stop eating when you are old. Being able to eat is a blessing. Taste it."
Only after you have experienced all kinds of things in life can you live in this world in vain."
Kuang Qingqing was speechless for a while because of the refutation. The old man always made sense when he spoke. Sometimes he knew what he said was unreasonable, but you had to accept it.
From their names and titles, Xu Qing can definitely conclude that the two are father and son. From this, it can be inferred that the húnxueshaoyunv is Kuang Qingqing's daughter, and the foreign lady who helps the old man push the wheelchair is his wife, which is enviable.
Three generations living under one roof.
"Grandpa, please eat less large intestine. Come, let me pick up the abalone for you..."
The hún-blood young woman named Kuang Ling helped her father talk, and even used her chopsticks to pick up a five-headed abalone and put it into Kuang Huaxiong's bowl.
Kuang Huaxiong seemed to be very doting on his grandson. He picked up the abalone and took a bite: "You girl will make people happy. The abalone seems to taste a lot more delicious when it is turned around on the head of your chopsticks."
What Xu Qing saw was a very warm scene, and he did not feel any disharmony. The beauty standing behind the wheelchair always had a smile on her face, forming a strong contrast with the cold-faced man. It is estimated that this
Husband and wife can complement each other, both in their expressions and in their bed.
After three drinks and five dishes, Xu Qing suddenly felt a sense of bloating in his lower abdomen, so he turned his head and asked Kuang Wuqing in a low voice: "Where is the bathroom?"
"I'll ask someone to take you over." Kuang Qingqing stood up and waved to the door. A servant in white came over and gave a few instructions in a low voice. The man nodded and walked to Xu Qing and said politely: "Mr.
,plz follow me."
Xu Qing stood up, followed the servant out of the door, and walked around to the bathroom directly south of the villa. The servant stood at the door of the door with his hands lowered in a polite manner, gesturing for him to come in. Although there were many servants in the Kuang family, there were not many.
Even if you are considerate enough to take care of your guests, you still have to do it yourself.
Pushing the mén in, Xu Qing was slightly startled. Even the bathroom in this big villa was very grand. The toilets were like bathtubs, and there were three hanging on the wall. No matter what, go over and get the water first.
It’s a waste of time.
Xu Qing walked over and pulled off his kù chain, took out his second hand and drank a hearty burst of water. Just as he finished the last shudder, the door suddenly opened, and a short Chinese servant walked in, lowered his head and walked to another
Standing next to the toilet, this guy was wearing zippered pants. He moved his hand up his back waist, but his head was not unfastened.
After draining the water, Xu Qing wondered about the length and thickness of other people's dicks, turned around and walked towards the sink. After taking two steps, he suddenly heard a popping sound behind him, and a strong gust of wind shot behind him without any warning. Fengfu xùe was shocked.
Then he instinctively tilted his head to the left, and whoosh! A strong gust of wind brushed past his cheek.
Xu Qing's feet slipped and he turned around. He saw a white shadow flying towards him. The combination of fists and kicks came like a storm. Before the punches hit, the force was already there, and before the feet hit the wind, this guy pretending to be a servant came over.
He was obviously an ancient warrior. Judging from the way he hit his chest with the strong wind just now, this guy was probably the culprit who paralyzed Kuang Huaxiong's vagina.
"Good guy, if you're having fun with me today, you'll be looking for Brother Ya all over the place today, so you don't have the surname Xu." Xu Qing cursed in his heart, but his hands were not idle, and he flipped his palms and slapped them with seven Zhengyang palms.
I was attacked when I went to the toilet. I couldn't bear it!
The short man has very strong hands, and his dexterous boxing and kicking skills make him very proficient. If it were an ordinary person, ten or eight people would have difficulty even getting close. Unfortunately, today I met Xu Qing, and all the seven moves of Zhengyang Palm were defeated by force.
A clever and fierce approach, a pure head-to-head confrontation, one palm strike will drain all the strength away from the strong wind, and no matter how dexterous the skill is, it will become a cloud.
Although the short man had a few brushes under his hands, he was far inferior to Xu Qing in terms of internal strength. He was forced to give him two palms and almost broke his arm. This guy was just at the peak of the Xuan Realm. I thought he could deal with someone who only knew how to deal with it.
The guy who gambled money was relaxed and happy, but he didn't expect that he kicked up an iron plate, and it was also an iron plate blocking the entrance to the door.
The short man was in a dilemma and felt miserable. Now he began to regret that he had acted rashly without knowing the details of the other party. As a result, he was severely beaten. Now he can only grit his teeth and endure. It is only a matter of time before he loses, but this is the bathroom.
The sound insulation effect is so strong that even if something is knocked inside, the outside will not notice it at all. Unless someone breaks the big door, it will be alarmed.
"Good guy, try this move of Golden Crow Worshiping the Mountain!" Xu Qing, who was excited about the fight, shouted loudly, clasped his palms together like a Buddhist believer in worship, and struck down head-on with the palm of his hand at the short man with an earthy face.
Along the way, even the air rippled like water. At this moment, the two palms seemed to be connected into an inseparable whole, fiery red and hot.
The short man couldn't dodge, so he could only grit his teeth and strike out with two palms with all his strength, hoping to block this domineering and fierce force of splitting the air. Unexpectedly, after striking with four palms, he realized that something was wrong. He finally gathered a little energy.
The energy collapsed at the first touch, as if an egg was thrown at a stone, and a majestic energy hit his chest, instantly throwing his whole body backwards.
Bang! There was a loud noise, and the short warrior's back hit the bedpan hanging on the wall hard, smashing into pieces. The force of the rebound pushed his body forward, and he fell to the ground with a snap.
The face seemed to be scratched by broken porcelain pieces. Blood gushed out along the side of the face. In a blink of an eye, it was smeared around the head and face. The body twitched a few times and then became motionless...