Chapter 382: Hands-on?

Awu's figure is not moving, indifference and scornful eyes fall on the body of Bai Dazhu, such a Shuhan, he will not look at the ten more.
The white horse behind Awu stood a step forward and headed toward Bai Dazhu: "Today we are in a bad mood. You better converge on your temper. You have to do nothing, kill yourself and say that you are still suffering from sin." Her eyes faintly glanced at Bai Dabao, Bai Dabao apparently did not have such daringness as his son. When he saw the fierce Alu, the Dabao was obviously frightened and his body continued to hide.
Bai Dazhu coldly said: "You have less nonsense, is there any part of your speech here? I will settle with Hu Changlin first, and it will be your turn to wait for the next time, to get to know each other, to get ready to go home, I am satisfied, I can still spare. You this time, otherwise -"
His words were not finished, and the chest was pushed by Zhou Awu, pushing him back a dozen steps, almost did not fall to the ground.
"Otherwise? You have a big tone, show the guy to see, let Xiaoye also have a long experience, what do you have, and dare to be so rude to Hu Bo and Auntie in front of Xiaoye."
Bai Dazhu did not expect that Zhou Awu would suddenly start to move back so far. He thought that it was because he did not observe it for a while. In his opinion, Zhou Awu, like him, is a mountain, and at most he is more powerful and impossible. It is as difficult to deal with as Hu Feng.
What's more, here is the Yellow Camel Village. His Baizhuzhu is a native of the village in the Yellow Camel Village. What is Zhou Awu? helper? Long work? Still a refugee who fled? Why did he work with him in the village?
In the mouth of Bai Dazhu, he rushed forward and pushed his hand to push Awu’s chest.
Awu did not hide, he was so brave that he pushed him, and his body was standing still, and the white pillar cost a lot of effort, and he could not push him a minute and a half.

Is it enough? It’s my turn now.

I saw Awu suddenly shrinking his chest and abdomen, and another force, a powerful force flew out the white pillars, and fell heavily on the mud, his hands soft and hanging, unable to move.
People who watched the excitement in the distance were snickering.
"Is this white pillar brain in the water? This week, Awu is not so good, people can even kill the tiger, is that the average person?"
"That is, you look at the face of Zhou Awu's face, and there are many knives on him. Is that a mark that ordinary people can have? Is this white pillar a stupid?"
"I don't think he is stupid. He is a villager. Hu Feng is gone. Zhou Awu is a foreigner. He thinks that people don't dare to work with him. The result is terrible!"
"I think he is alive, Hu Feng has not gone far, he is so unbearable. If there are no such people as Awu, Chang Lin and Zhao Lan, they may be bullied by him."
Bai Dabao is also dumbfounded. That week, Awu Mingming did not start, how did he fall off? He didn't dare to look at Zhou Awu's theory and rushed to help the white pillar: "Hey, how are you? Is there anything?"
Bai Dazhu was pale and his face was cold and sweaty. He said: "My hand, my hand can't be handed."
Bai Dabao saw his two arms, good guys, and the shape was different, exactly the same as the last time Hu Feng broke his arm.