Chapter 707: Hit the muzzle

Xiao Luo has always believed that there is nothing in the world to get something for nothing, so he has a lot of scruples about this system that suddenly merges with himself. If you don't use it, you don't use it. Now, if you think about it, his scruples are not superfluous.
"Destroy, I want to fight with you!"
When he thought about things, he screamed.
Xiao Luo looked up and saw a man with a head in his eyes staring at himself with his own tigers. His body was majestic and resolute, and his body was full of strong sense of force. However, his face was pale, his eyes were deep, his eyes were blue, and his breath was also There is some urgency. If you look at the head alone, you will definitely think that this is a man who is ill.
"Ren Maohua, what kind of neuropathy do you have!" There is a disgusting color in the eyes of Ji Siying, even when he swears.
"Si Ying, my love for you is ruined, I am more than you are more than Jin Jian, for you, even if the opponent is stronger, I will not retreat."
Ren Maohua expressed his admiration to Ji Siying, and immediately returned his eyes to Xiao Luo. "Destroy, come and fight with me for a man. Only the strong can be equipped with Si Ying."
"roll!"
Xiao Luo's face is expressionless, and he simply responds to him with a single word.
The tone was very dull, but the shocking power contained in it made Ren Maohua shudder, and a layer of cold sweat immediately burst into the air. His mind was reminded of the very miserable picture that Xiaoluo had on the day, but When I thought that Xiaolu was injured, it didn't take long for him to wake up. He didn't believe that Xiaoluo's strength had recovered to its peak state. Because of this, he had the courage to run out loud and shouted Xiaoluo, and he had to fight with Xiaoluo. Good to get the favor of Ji Siying.
He fixed his mind, and his mouth showed a treacherous smile: "You don't sip in front of me. Just because of your current strength, you can easily abuse a B-class fighter. I warn you if you don't have a courage to fight me. , then I will miss the idea of ​​Si Ying, she is the future wife I appointed as Mao Huahua!"
Hearing this, Ji Siying was really ashamed and annoyed. She refused this guy to know how many times, and every time she was clean and neat, she did not give him any reverie and opportunity to refuse, but he did not give up, right She is chasing after her. Sometimes, she wants to quit her job as a liaison, and always avoid this annoying guy.
"Ren Maohua, don't talk nonsense, there is no possibility between me and you, you will die this heart!"
"Si Ying, my heart, my soul has been taken away by you, you let me die, that is, let me die." Ren Maohua frowned.
Xiao Luo coldly picked up his words: "Then you will die."
Ren Maohua came over and said badly: "If you don't dare to fight with me, you shut up and no one will treat you as dumb!"
"Ren Maohua, I am having a fire, I don’t know where to vent, I advise you, don’t mess with me, otherwise..."
"How else?"
Ren Maohua’s face is full of sorrowful smiles. He is sure that Xiaoluo is now a sick cat, and he can’t look down on any big winds. It’s because of this that he dares to take the opportunity to retrieve the last lost scene. Win back to the favor of the beauty, "Destroy, you are now sick, but you are not qualified to say such words, or I advise you to quickly leave Si Ying, she is my wife, you want to get rid of it!"
"Ren Maohua, you..."
Ji Siying was so angry that her words were simply making her feel sick.
"Si Ying wife, do you know? When I can't sleep at night, I will always miss you, think of everything about you, the picture on my wall is full of your photos, I love you, I really love you. You can't live without you in this life." Ren Maohua once again expressed his love for Ji Siying.
"You bastard, I want to say a few times before you are willing to give up!" Ji Siying's cheeks were red.
"Give up? Give up is impossible to give up, this life is impossible, I must catch up with you, this is my goal of Ren Maohua's life." Ren Maohua shook his head.
"嗖~"
Xiao Luo’s figure swayed, and he came to him in an instant. His right hand came out like a predatory snake. The steel tongs locked his neck and his arm lifted. Ren Maohua’s feet left the ground, and a strong suffocation. Also on the way to the brain.
"Ren Maohua, is there water in your mind?"
Xiao Luo looked up and looked at him like a wolf. "I still feel that the lesson for you is not heavy enough? Do you need me to give you a little longer?"
The tone is very cold, or the kind is cold.
Ren Maohua was shocked by the whole person, thinking: Isn't this guy who has just been beaten to death and awake from a coma? The strength is actually more fierce than before, what is this?
He struggled with a smile and said: "Misunder... misunderstanding..."
"misunderstanding?"
Xiao Luo sneered. "I don't think this is a misunderstanding!"
When the voice just fell, Ren Maohua was directly thrown away. Ren Maohua flew into the four-meter air and then fell. When he was about to touch the ground, Xiao Luo’s right foot slammed into the chest like a spring that was compressed to the limit.
"嘭~"
He made a dull blow, and Ren Maohua felt that the internal organs had trembled, mourning, blood spurting, and the body was in a 'C' shape, flying like a cannonball, wrestling over a dozen meters. On the ground.
"嘶~"
The NSA headquarters staff who were watching from a distance took a breath of cold. They thought that Xiaoluo was a sick cat at first, and his body was tired and his strength dropped to the lowest point. But now, it seems that TM is not the same thing. Well, that Ren Maohua is going to be finished.
"嗖嗖嗖~"
Xiao Luo's figure was illusory, dragging the road to the shadow, and immediately came to Ren Maohua, stepping on his chest, and staring at him in a low-lying manner: "Is the brain sober now?"
"Destroy, misunderstanding, this is... misunderstanding..."
Ren Maohua wants to cry without tears. He knows that if he is not dead, he will not die. He said that the tiger’s buttocks can’t be touched, and he, how to touch the tiger’s fart, is to use the foot to force the tiger. The fart squats are dozens of times more serious than the touch.
"It seems not sober enough!"
Xiao Luo said with a blank expression~EbookFREE.me~ and then a foot, Ren Maohua as a ball like a flying.
"click~"
There was a crisp crack in the bones, and Ren Maohua was unbearable. When he stopped, his nose and mouth were bleeding. Before he stopped breathing, Xiao Luo followed him and appeared in front of him.
"Ask you again, is your mind sober?"
"I... I am wrong, I am sorry... I am wrong, I know it is wrong..." Ren Maohua holds Xiao Luo's foot for mercy.
Xiao Luo shook his head: "It's still not clear enough!"
After all, Ren Maohua once again kicked the ball.
Kicked and kicked in the past, Ren Maohua did not want to live, the bones of his body did not know how many roots were broken, and the pain of the heart made him finally cry like a child.
(End of this chapter)
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