Chapter 297: Residual chrysanthemum, full of wounds (seeking flowers)

"Interesting, hum, it's also an ancient warrior, but ... it's all rubbish, and dares to make noise in front of me!" Brother Luo grinned and looked at Er Mao, who flew in. He didn't have any timidity, and his face There was also a look of disdain on it, and it seemed that Er Mao had not looked at it at all.
To put it bluntly, even if the two people in front of you are ancient warriors, what can you do? If you fight, you will be beaten. Moreover, in the memory of Brother Luo, it seems that there are no two people in the major factions of the ancient martial arts world, then there is only one possibility, or these two people are outside disciples, also known as vulgar disciples, people like this, generally No one in the martial arts would ask much.
When Er Mao quickly flew towards Brother Luo, Brother Luo flashed a weird smile on his face. Then, he grabbed Er Mao's retreat and pushed back hard. Er Mao cut a fork directly on the ground. Suddenly, he hurt. His face was bruised, his lips were pursed, and the intense pain from his lower body caused him to tremble subconsciously, covering his crotch with both hands. He hurt his teeth and grinned, his face was pale, and bean-sweat beads rolled down.
Of course, this is not the end. Brother Luo flashed to Ermao's side, and a fierce color flashed on his face. After waiting for Ermao's reaction, he reached for Ermao's right wrist and shook it hard with a click, Ermao. Dislocation of his right shoulder.
At the same time, he stretched out his left hand and squeezed it in the elbow joint. The elbow joint was dislocated. Holding the wrist in his right hand, he pressed it down and dislocated the wrist joint.
Then he released Er Mao's wrist, and Er Mao's right hand was like a mollusk without a bone joint.
Immediately afterwards, he twisted Ermao with one hand, turned Ermao's back to Brother Luo, raised his feet, shoved Ermao's buttocks, and kicked Ermao far away.
"嗷嗷 嗷嗷 ....." Er Mao's screams suddenly rose up and down, letting people hear the horrible ears, listening to the goosebumps in the heart.
Er Mao has been exploded. Keke, it can't be said that it was exploded. Can only say that Brother Luo's thrilling kick was impartial and kicked. Can it not hurt when you hit Er Mao's chrysanthemum? Can't you howl? That sour can not be described in words. It is estimated that the most unbearable pain position in this world is that position.
Change who it is, you try it and see if it hurts.
Isn't there a word for it: chrysanthemum residue, full of injuries.
Er Mao curled up on the ground, covering her crotch with one hand, and the position of the chrysanthemum with one hand, shaking constantly on the ground, and from time to time there was a sound of moaning.
"I am your grandfather." Fan Tong glanced at Er Mao, who curled up on the ground, howling, his eyes were bloodshot, his teeth clenched.
The heart was filled with anger, and his face was full of anger.
But he is not stupid, knowing that he is by no means an opponent to the man in front of him, he took out the phone and dialed over: "Old Road, City Plaza, second floor, come soon."
"Yo, a helper, courageous. But ... it's useless." Brother Luo glanced at Fan Tong with a disdainful sneer. To him, there are more people and fewer people than he does. What's the difference, you still have to hit you.
"Hum, I hope you can laugh a while later." Fan Tong shook his fists with both hands, his body was very tight, always guarding Brother Luo.
"Lao Dao, when are these two boys coming and not coming again, the dishes will be cold." It was Li Deqing, the old man who spoke, and Li Deqing was in a relationship with the old man and Fan Tong and Er Mao. I personally cook to entertain these people, in order to hope that these people can say a few words in front of Feng Chen.
"Maybe something is wrong, let's go!" Lao Dao took the mobile phone with a bit of stare. He could hear the irritability and anger in Fan Tong's heart just now. Fan Tong was a carefree person, generally he wouldn't, unless Already.
"How could it be, who else dare to bully these two guys, they don't bully others, that is to burn the incense." Li Deqing poked his lips, and rubbed his oily hands a few times on the apron.
"I always think something is wrong. Go and see." The city square is not far from the old road, which is just a few minutes away. The old road led Li Deqing and rushed out, even even Li Deqing. This guy's apron was pulled out of the room door before he could take off.
"Look for death!" Brother Luo was provoked by Fan Tong, with a cold face, snorted in his mouth, and rushed towards Fan Tong.
His speed is extremely fast. Obviously, he has exhausted all his efforts this time, and it seems that he should teach Fan Tong fiercely. Of course, Brother Luo ’s speed is not reflected in the seven-story cultivation of Fan Tong.
When I saw that his palm like wind was about to shoot Fan Tong's chest, he immediately faltered and grabbed Fan Tong's wrist.
At this speed, Fan Tong didn't even have time to be surprised, so he felt his eyes suddenly stunned.
Brother Luo grasped Fan Tong's right wrist and smiled coldly. He did not give Fan Tong a chance to respond, and then raised his foot to pinch Fan Fan's chest.
Brother Luo's foot almost used 60% of his strength. Brother Luo's 60% of his strength can be imagined. Fan Tong's body with hundreds of pounds flew out like a cannon and fell heavily on the ground.
Fan Tong only felt a sudden lightness on his body, a pain in his chest, and then turned around, and then, the pain from his chest caused Fan Tong's mouth to spray blood on the ground.
Later, Brother Luo slowly walked to Fan Tong, looked down at Fan Tong lying on the ground, extended his foot, and kicked it.
Fan Tong is like a football. He was kicked out by this powerful force and fell beside Er Mao.
At this moment, two hard brothers and hard brothers are finally close together at this moment.
"Fan ... Fan..Fan Shao, I ... I ... s ... swear, I ... Must make ... get ... kill ... this is ... aggressive." Er Mao covered his crotch with one hand and chrysanthemums with one hand, and finally finished this sentence intermittently. The original simple sentence was to let him say it for a minute.
The main reason is that Ermao chrysanthemum is painful and unbearable. Saying every word will make his body twitch a bit. His mother's pain is too painful. To put it plainly, it is very good that he can finish this sentence at this moment.
"Keekeke, rest assured, within a few minutes, this aggressive day is over. Kekeke, the old man will come right away, wait!" Fan Tong's mouth twitched a few times, the pain in his chest made him Grinting with his teeth grinned, the blood in the corner of his mouth overflowed again.
"You ... then, chrysanthemum is all right!" Fan Tong moved his eyes to Ermao's chrysanthemum position hard. He was subconscious and his chrysanthemum tightened tightly.
The author said in a pool of water: ps: ask for two flowers, ask for two! Look at throwing two flowers on Fantong's chrysanthemum!