Chapter 158: Seven fingers open pulse (fifth)

[For the lord greatly jackal0214 plus 6]
For Zhao Feng, the restaurant is the only place in recent years that can touch his heart.
To be honest, what attracted him at the beginning was Zhang Han’s military value.
I still remember that when I met for the first time, Zhao Feng went to collect the protection fee. In the indifferent eyes of the boss, he felt the deep pressure.
Under curiosity, Zhao Feng came to the restaurant and after eating the first meal, he was out of control.
The food conquered his stomach.
The cute smile, the father and the daughter between Zhang Han and Meng Meng should be added to the exciting Liang Mengqi, and all attract Zhao Feng.
Gradually, the restaurant's position in Zhao Feng's heart is getting higher and higher, that is the place he wants to guard.
Now, I heard that the Tang War will be shot at the restaurant. His first reaction is to take the boss and Meng Meng before that.
task?
Already left behind, my identity has been leaked, and I’m talking about the task of fart.
I didn't know how many red lights I had smashed. I even almost collided with other cars several times, but Zhao Feng didn't care. He drove crazy to the restaurant.
Nearly, Zhao Feng came to the street where the restaurant was located.
More recently, he has faintly seen the plaque of the restaurant.
at last.
Zhao Feng drove to the front of the restaurant. After seeing the restaurant, there was nothing left. He was relieved.
Slow down and drive to the parking space in the restaurant, just before the turn.
On the side.
The engine of a van made a roaring roar and slammed into the lightning.
"boom!"
A bombing-like noise came, Zhao Feng's car rolled over several laps and fell in front of the restaurant.
This sudden incident caused a little scream of passing pedestrians.
"what!"
"A car accident!"
"God, how come it looks like this!"
"Fast, call the emergency number!"
"..."
Zhao Feng in the car only felt a whirlwind, the tinnitus lingered around the ear, and even the blood flowing slowly from the head.
He pushed the door open with his hand and climbed out. He felt his body soft for a while. He slowly stood up and looked at the van that had crashed in the front of the car, and there was a sneer.
In his gaze, the van started and traversed, and the door in the middle was pulled open, revealing three men with rifles inside the rifle.
"Hey..."
A burst of guns, although Zhao Feng has made a lying down, but still a lot of guns in the body.
thump!
He fell to the ground, licking his eyes and feeling that his body was getting cold.
‘I’m... finally... are you free... gunshots... still ringing... boss... sprouting...’
Zhao Feng fell, but did not stop the gunfire.
A cover-up shot shattered all the glass in the restaurant, and even the furniture, such as tables and chairs, pianos, etc. were affected.
After sweeping for twenty seconds, they retracted and the unlicensed van left the scene.
At this time, the people on the street had already looked silly, and they felt that their legs were very soft and almost fell to the ground.
"Kill, kill!"
The crowd was in a mess.
And what about Zhang Han and Meng Meng in the restaurant?
Of course there is no injury.
When Zhao Feng’s car was hit, on the second floor of the restaurant, Zhang Han just gave Meng Meng a good haircut. A beautiful pair of small babies on both sides of the head, it looks cute and cute.
"Hey, let's hurry up, go find and black play!" Meng Meng stepped up to the stairs and couldn't wait for the tone.
But the next moment, a muffled sound came from the restaurant door.
The bright and clear eyes were wide, and she was shocked. Some of them were scared and said, "Hey, hey, what is that sound?"
Zhang Han stood next to his ear and listened. His eyes jerked and he came to Meng Meng, holding Meng Meng to the corner of the stairs. He chuckled and said: "It’s a gun, some people want to set off firecrackers. And look at your ears."
After that, Zhang Han will cover the sprouting ears with the palm of his hand, while the spiritual power in the body runs the palm of the hand, blocking the very harsh gunshots, so that Meng Meng can only hear the whispering faintness, just like the outside. The firecrackers are placed.
Although the restaurant was very messy, Zhang Han sat on the stairs and smashed the cute little body into his arms. The little princess could not see the fragmented scene, and naturally he would not be afraid.
Soon, the gunshots dissipated and the surrounding calmed down.
"Oh, hey, the sound of firecrackers is gone, and the hand should be taken away." Meng Meng didn't know anything, and laughed and patted Zhang Han's hand with a small palm.
"Yeah." Zhang Han smiled slightly, took the palm of his hand and sank it. He said, "Meng Meng, are we playing a game?"
"Amount?" Meng Meng a glimpse, then the eyes lit up, laughing and giggling: "Well, what game, what game?"
"Playing the game of counting eyes, Dad will cover the Meng Meng's eyes, Meng Meng counts, how many counts we can see the and the small black in Xinyueshan, okay?"
"Good." Meng Meng is very interested in what this adult seems to be boring.
Seeing Meng Meng nod, Zhang Han directly pulled a piece of cloth from his clothes, tied a scarf on the sprouting little brain, and blocked his eyes, Zhang Han said:
"Okay, you can start counting."
"Well, that Meng Meng started." Meng Meng responded, and the voice said: "One, two, three..."
Zhang Han smiled and held Meng Meng in his arms. He walked to the first floor of the restaurant. He didn't look at the messy scene. He walked straight to the door and walked away. Zhang Han's eyes gradually cooled down.
It seems...some people have already done a job of looking for death!
Since I dare to do such a thing, even if Zhang Han’s strength has not reached the point of ignoring the law, those people have only one end, that is... death!
Walking out of the door, Zhang Han saw Zhao Feng, who was confused.
He was still struggling. After seeing Zhang Han and Meng Meng nothing, his eyes trembled. He was obviously relieved. His lips squirmed, he wanted to say something, but he couldn’t say it, but he looked at his mouth. Zhang Han knows that the two words are:
"Flee!"
escape?
Why do you have to escape?
Zhang Han's gaze condensed, squatting down, pulling out his left hand and smashing Zhao Feng, opened the back seat of the car, threw Zhao Feng in, and then Zhang Han was sitting in the main driving with Meng Meng. Start the car and drive to Xinyue Mountain.
When I got on the bus, Meng Meng still counted the numbers: "Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three..."
Ten minutes later, Zhang Han left Zhao Feng with his left hand and Meng Meng with his right hand and reached Xinyue Mountain.
When he arrived at the jungle, Xiaohei smelled smell. He came with a whistling and saw Zhao Feng, who was constantly flowing blood.
The faces of these two goods were tight, and they thought that Zhang Han gave them a sly look. The expression was a little scared. They didn’t dare to make a sound, and followed carefully.
Until Zhang Han threw Zhao Feng’s body under the Leiyang tree and pointed to the direction of the pet area, Dahei and Xiaohei understood and took the lead and ran over.
" Six hundred and sixty-five, oh, I haven't arrived yet, six hundred and sixty-six, hey, Meng Meng don't want to count it, six hundred and sixty-seven, hey, Meng Meng is tired, six hundred and sixty Eight......."
"Well, we are here, come, Dad will take you off the blindfold." Zhang Han will cover the sprouting small cloth strips.
Meng Meng shook the little brain, licked a few eyes, saw and black before and after the eyes, Meng Meng jumped up:
"Okay, okay, you can see and black and black when you blink your eyes. It’s fun, um, Meng Meng wants to throw high!" Meng Meng stretched out his small arm.
"Oh?"
Dahe looked at Zhang Han and didn't know what happened.
I still feel that my master has given the kid such a heart. Isn’t my heart unhappy, then I’m still throwing a little master? If you don't throw it well, don't you want to be jealous? I don't want to be jealous! Do it!
"Meng Meng, you are playing here with Dahei, Xiaohei for a while, Dad is going there to do something."
Zhang Han looked at the with a funny look and said something to Meng Meng.
"Yeah." Meng Meng responded and jumped up on the arms and said, "How can you not obey the big black? Hurry up, throw high."
"Hey!"
Big black mouth awkward, knowing to play with the little master, the big palms stretched out to pick up Meng Meng, and then thrown up again and again, provoked a burst of laughter.
Zhang Han shook his head slightly and turned to Leiyang Tree.
When he came to Zhao Feng, Zhang Han squatted down and examined the injury of Zhao Feng.
"Fortunately, I met me." Zhang Han shook his head slightly.
Zhao Feng is very heavy. If he is so injured in other places, he will die.
But in front of the restaurant, I also want to say that Zhang Han escaped a sentence, enough to express his heart.
In this case... Zhang Han is very willing to spend some resources to save Zhao Feng, oh no, not only to save, but also like the big black, to enhance the strength of N times!
However, Zhao Feng is more troublesome.
"Refining!"
Zhang Han’s hand was pressed on the chest of Zhao Feng, and the other hand was pressed under the Leiyang tree.
Spiritual operation, communication with Leiyang tree, the remaining few liters of pure yang. The water is taken from nine to nine, and the remaining jade inflammatory dew, the energy is constantly gathering in Zhang Han's body.
The violent spirit overflows in Zhang Han's meridians, and it is inevitable that there will be a painful feeling in the meridians.
However, this pain is not a problem for Zhang Han.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and spit out a long time. The next moment, he opened his eyes, but his eyes were like diamonds with exuding light.
"One finger to the ghost door!"
Zhang Han’s right palm left Zhao Feng’s chest and raised his index finger, and he went down at a hole in his chest.
"boom!"
A thunderous sound fainted in Zhao Feng's body, and a strand of energy spread in his body.
"Two fingers Huangquan!"
Zhang Han’s finger clicked on the lower side of Zhao Feng’s neck.
It was a muffled sound and the energy continued to spread.
"Three fingers on the other side!"
"Four Fingers Xuan Ming!"
"Five fingers in the sky!"
"Six fingers are empty!"
"Seven fingers mean heaven!"
"Open pulse!"
Zhang Han fingered his palm and slammed it on Zhao Feng's chest. Suddenly, the refining energy became violent in Zhao Feng's body.
All the bullets rushed down the wound.
One second, two seconds...
After only ten seconds, Zhao Feng’s wounds healed. At the same time, Zhang Han’s spiritual power guided the energy in Zhao Feng’s body to rotate.
This move is called the technique of seven fingers and veins!