Chapter 195: Flying leaves can hurt people

Zhao Feng stood up and walked to the door.
Anson took the lead and pushed in. The three glanced at the situation in the room and found that the first target Zhao Feng and the second target boss were there. Their eyes flashed, but after seeing the lovely sprout, He Fenghe Cold Moon slammed his mouth, there was such a cute little the side, and the two did not intend to use the tough method directly.
However, Anson did not care about this set. His eyes were glaring at Zhao Feng and Zhang Han. His voice was rough and he said loudly:
"You two, take a trip with me!"
When Zhang Han saw it, his calm eyes glanced at them, and Meng Meng, who was still taking toys, saw Anson after hearing the words and found him so embarrassed. The little princess toed his mouth and bowed to Zhang Han. The body leaned back.
"Who are you?" Zhao Feng browed his face, his face sank, and a breath of anger and exuberance rose.
"Who are you in charge of Laozi, take a trip with us, don't talk nonsense." Anson glanced at Zhao Feng.
"You are looking for something?" Zhao Feng's eyes glimpsed a little, his eyes reflected a cold, and his muscles tightened, intending to shoot at any time.
Seeing the style of Zhao Feng, Anson was not happy. He took a breather. When he was about to open his mouth, the cold moon quickly grabbed his thick arm and stood on the side of Anson. He looked at Zhao Feng calmly. :
"We are not looking for something, we are here to do things."
"If something is going on, then you will get out of it." Zhao Feng's cold eyes stared at the three.
"Hey?" Anson was angry and wanted to do it, but the other arm was stopped by He Feng.
"That's the first thing." He Feng glanced at Zhao Feng and said: "We are the people of the Security Bureau. Zhao Feng, what do you do, you must be very clear, now you have the owner of the restaurant, go with us. Oh, don't force us to do it."
"Safety Bureau? I...." Zhao Feng’s eyes sank. He knew what kind of department the Security Bureau was. He used to listen to Liu’s instructor when he was in the special forces.
He said: Compared with the special forces, there are also more powerful departments, that is, the Security Bureau, where the people are real masters.
Only Zhao Fenggang opened, on the sofa side, Zhang Han’s faint words passed over:
"No time to."
The simple three words reveal a sense of indifference and disdain.
No matter who you are or what you are, would you like to ask them to go? No time to!
These three words can not help but make the expression of He Feng and Leng Yue stiff, and Anson’s face is a violent temper.
Zhao Feng heard the expression of a positive, directly under the order: "The boss said, no time, you please go out."
"Go out? Mom, don't agree, you will agree!"
Anson screamed, and the right fist hit the wind, Zhao Feng, this time, He Feng and the cold moon did not stop.
A heavy fist whistling, Zhao Feng is not afraid, but also holding the right fist to face up, ready to see this man hard steel.
This scene, let He Feng and the cold moon hang a sneer.
Among their squads, Anson is the most powerful in addition to the captain. Now, the boy who has just entered the Ming Dynasty dares to fight with Anson. It is really unclear.
In the eyes of several people, the two fists touched together.
"boom!"
A muffled sound came out, Zhao Fengyi stepped back five steps, and Anson, but only back half a step!
A blow to see the outcome, Zhao Feng has a touch of surprise and tangled egg pain in his eyes.
In the past, when he was simply mixing in the underground, he had almost no rivals in the Southern District. However, when he entered the military, he upgraded and felt more and more.
This may be the more you learn, the less real you know.
"I have said that I have to go with us, or I will be violent to you!" Anson stretched his fist and made a stroke.
His rough voice made the little expression of Meng Meng slightly shrink.
"Hey, he's so scary..." Meng Meng squeezed into Zhang Han's arms, a little scared, and said a little voice.
"Don't be afraid, they are just ugly." Zhang Han's left hand smothered Meng Meng, palms stroking the cute little brain, smirked and said, then turned to look at Anson three, this time, Zhang Han's The brow has been slightly wrinkled.
His right hand has a small rag doll, and the rag doll has a small red flower on the chest. Zhang Hanyi used force to clamp the six-petal cloth safflower with the and index finger and took it up.
At this time, He Feng listened to Zhang Han saying that they were ugly and unhappy. He looked at Zhang Han and said with a very strong tone: "Who do you say is ugly? You said that Anson is no problem, and I will say Go in? I see your eyes are..."
"Noisy."
The words have not been finished yet, Zhang Han said coldly, the next moment, the spiritual power of his body gathered on the small red flowers sandwiched by the fingers, the wrist gently glimpsed.
Suddenly, the little red flower is like a meteor. It seems to be slow and it quickly drifts away.
At this moment, the face of Anson’s three changed.
Their eyes can clearly see that the little red flowers are getting closer and closer to themselves, but the body can't keep up with the reaction speed.
In their gaze, the little red flower is getting closer and closer.
At this point, they can even hear their heartbeat and breathing.
Even if they didn't even blink their eyes, the little red flower floated to the front.
Anson was the first to bear the brunt of it. The little red flower of the cloth seemed to be turned into a sharp sword. In Anson’s ox-like gaze, the little red flower crossed his arm. He only felt the coolness of the place, the cloth. The little red flower seems to be a weapon that exudes a chilly atmosphere.
Then, the trend of the little red flower did not diminish, and quickly crossed the cortex on the neck of the cold moon and the cheek on the right side of He Feng.
"boom!"
A very slight sound came from the back side, and the three turned around in disbelief. I saw that the little red flower pierced from the glass of the gate and flew two meters away. After exhaustion, it turned into a normal cloth red. Flowers, slowly falling to the ground.
"what?"
Anson glared at the bull's-eye, and he didn't know what was going on. He quickly glanced at his arm and found that his clothes were like a small hole in the knife, and the skin inside had a very shallow wound.
Cold Moon touched her neck. She felt it. There was a small wound on her neck. Some pain, and after the finger was taken down, she found that there was no blood.
He Feng was rushing to take out a mirror and glanced at his cheek. He found that it was just a red mark, and he gave a slight relief.
The next moment, the three people stopped at the same time! I remembered the situation just in my mind.
One, one fabric is like a hidden weapon?
The three of them trembled, their eyes grew bigger and bigger, and they looked at each other and found obvious sorrow from the other's eyes.
"Hey..." He Feng was picked up by his own saliva, and sprayed Anson's face. He lost his voice: "Flying to fly.... Flying Feifei.... Flying leaves can hurt people. ?"
"hiss!"
"Master of strength!" The body of the cold moon trembled, and the whole person was not good.
"Oh, my mother." Anson was more direct, only feeling weak, and sat down on the ground, forced.
He Feng and Lengyue once again looked at each other and they were all at a loss.
Not to say... Is the owner of the restaurant a bright man?
Bright? Can your home smartly pick a small red flower and turn it into a weapon?
This flying flower picking leaves can hurt people, but the typical representative of the ability of the master!
I don't know if there is a MMP that is not spoken properly!
The pit people don't have such a pit! What can be ruined! Raising a master of strength, but to die!
How to do?
At this time, including the cold moon, which has always been calm, all three of them are about to cry.
They didn't know what to do, the two stood like wood, and one sat on the ground like a bear, without saying anything.
However, Zhang Hanke did not intend to wait for them. He picked up Meng Meng in one hand, and picked up the toy he was about to take with his hand. He got up and walked in the direction of the door.
Zhang Han’s move can scare the three.
Their eyes were brushed and looked at Zhang Han, and the cold sweat flowed out in an instant.
Finished! Is he going to shoot us?
What can I do? Masters of Qi Jin, people can wave them to get them three.
Sad! I really went out and forgot to look at the yellow calendar. I thought it was easy to win the bright boy, but it was a hidden prehistoric Tyrannosaurus!
Nima, even if their captain came over, it was also the goods for delivery!
Master Qi Jin, where is not a joke, it is a big-name character! High and high, even the characters that they can't usually see, but today they see it, it's just a special offense.
However, at this time, Meng Meng opened her mouth, and the princess's tender words made the three tense nerves have a slack, just listen to her:
"Hey, they, why don't they move, look at you, weird."
"They, it may be a disease." Zhang Han chuckled on Meng Meng, looked at the three people with a faint look, did not pay attention to the three, stepped directly over them and went out.
From their car, Zhang Han noticed it. When they saw their posture, they guessed that they were official personnel. However, Zhang Han did not know the specific department. They used a small red flower to show them. The so-called strength of the master.
Through the words of Zhao Feng, Zhang Han learned that the master of Huajin is also quite a level of practice. In the city, it is already a master of some cards. Zhang Han also knows that Zhao Feng and Dahei will take those treasures. Come back, the official will definitely take action.
All this, Zhang Han slightly knows it, but he doesn't care much about it. He shows his hand and shows his strength. Let Zhao Feng talk to them. Naturally, there will be a result. If you really find Zhang Han’s jealousy. Strong, it doesn't matter, those treasures Zhang Han did not look in the eyes, if the official compromise, it is estimated that Zhao Feng will discuss specific matters.
Zhang Han has always been concerned about other things, but it does not mean that he has no idea.
Closer to home, in the eyes of Anson, Zhang Han went to the seemingly ordinary panda car and slowly left.
"call......"
As soon as the Tyrannosaurus Rexed, the three men exhaled a deep breath.