Chapter 560: Beating middle-aged man

Chapter 560 beats middle-aged man
The man smiled and laughed: "It is too quiet to eat in the elegant room. It doesn't make much sense. If the son, the girl doesn't give up, go to the table with the son, the girl, and the meal together..."
Murong Xue: "..."
She disliked, she was very disgusted, and she dismissed the order. The middle-aged man was dull and did not understand, or understood, and did not understand, even to fight with them...
"The pheasant Ding, braised fish, fried tofu, stuffed yam... are the signature dishes of this restaurant. All the people who have eaten are full of praise. The girl actually ordered these dishes. It is a good vision, come and come. The girl is going to try it, this dish, it’s hot to eat, it’s cold, but it’s no smell...
The middle-aged man smiled and said, holding a piece of yam with chopsticks and straight into the mouth of Murong Xuekou...
Murong Xue’s bright face was dark and black, and he reached out and grabbed the chopsticks. He suddenly changed his direction. The chopsticks changed direction in a moment, sandwiched the yam and stuffed into the middle-aged man’s mouth.
Murong Xue’s cold voice sounded slowly in the lobby:
I hate the food that others have touched...

The bamboo chopsticks were inserted in the middle-aged man's mouth, and his lips were slightly opened and suddenly looked like two long fangs.
The large lobby was quiet for a moment, and everyone looked at each other with a glance at the bottom. The woman was so shocked that the woman dared to offend Zhang, it was a daring day, and Zhang’s uncle would never let her go, she would be unlucky...
Looking at the middle-aged man quietly, I saw that his face was really gloomy and terrible. He took out the chopsticks and glared at Murong Xue: "This grandfather feeds you to eat, you can afford to see you, you dare to refuse, I really don't know how to lift it." Something, playing for the uncle, slamming..."
"Yes!" The younger brothers led the death and rushed over.
Murong Xue dismissed with a scorn, and the long whip in his hand cut through the sky, beaten the chest of the younger brothers, flew them out, hit the wall and bounced back, fell heavily on the ground, screaming and screaming Through the clouds, it rang through the clouds: "Ah..."
Everyone was surprised and widened their eyes. Zhang’s dog’s legs had very good punches and feet. No one in the whole town was their opponent. This woman used only one trick and played them so badly...
The middle-aged man’s face was dark and dripping ink, and he screamed:
It’s a bunch of useless waste.
Grabbing a bench, the fierce and sinister Murong Xue smashed the past...
Murong Xue’s mouth curled up with a scornful smile. A whip smashed past and flew the bench. The strong shock force shocked the middle-aged man’s mouth.
His face was gloomy and terrible, pulling out the waist and the sword, and the sinister Chao Murong stabbed the past...
Murong Xue’s eyebrows licked and smashed, and it was a whip. He hit the blade and flew the sword out. The whip tail took a strong force and reached the middle-aged man’s face. The blood marks, reflecting his white face, can’t be said to be shocking...
The burning pain came from the face. The middle-aged man stretched his hand and stroked it. He touched the half-handed blood. He looked up to Murong Xue little by little, and the burning anger of the bottom of the cockroach was so eager to swallow her: "You dare Destroy my face..."
The middle-aged man’s toes were light and vacated, and the fierce and savage Chao Muring snow rushed over...
Murong Xue blinked his eyes and swung his whip. He only listened to the sound of '啪啪啪'. The whip hit the middle-aged man's face and turned his face to the side. He turned over and leaned over. past……
The middle-aged man was angry and burned, and he left to sway right. The long whip of Murong Xue was like a long eye. Where did he hide? Where did he hit it? A good face was beaten horizontally and vertically. Flesh valgus, scars...
"My face, my face!" The middle-aged man screamed in screaming, screaming at Murong Xue, and his forehead bursting out: "Good... you are good!"
The middle-aged man took out a dagger and smashed into his chest...
Murong Xue: "..."
The middle-aged man hates her very much. Shouldn’t she take her dagger to tie her? How can I get stuck on my chest?
The blood of Yin Hong oozes out from the wounds of middle-aged men, dyed red clothes, and the rich aroma spreads rapidly in the air. The surprised eyes of the guests gradually become sluggish, and the dark eyes are turned at the speed seen by the human eye. A strange red, like a ruby, bright and sinister, singularly abnormal...
Murong Xue glanced at him: "What is going on?"
"This aroma is poisonous and can control people's poison!" Ouyang Shaohao said faintly.
Murong Xue’s cold eyes slammed up: control people? But how can she be fine, Ouyang Shaohao is also unaffected by the aroma... and so on, the aroma!
Murong Xue looked down at the plate of meals, only to see them quietly placed on the table, sizzling with hot air, the rich aroma filled the room, making people mouth watering.
Only when eating poisonous meals, people who have been poisoned by poison will be controlled by the poison. She and Ouyang Shaohao just sat here, never used a drop of water in the restaurant, a dish, naturally no viciousness...
The blood of the middle-aged man is very rich, with a lot of toxins, and the guests in the lobby, the aroma of the blood, the toxins are relatively thin.
According to the physical laws of the 'weak people want to bow to the strong, the middle-aged man, who has a strong toxin, is the boss of a full-fledged guest. He stabbed himself. He wanted to control the full guests by the poison in the blood. Identity, give them orders...
Murong Xue looked up at the middle-aged man and saw that he was looking at her. He laughed wildly: "I want to smash you a corpse... Come and kill her!"
"Yes!" The guests were killed, and the murderous murder of Murong Xue rushed over...
Murong Xue snorted and whips out, only listening to the sound of '啪啪啪', the whip hit the guests, and they shot the lobby one by one, falling heavily on the hard ground, miserable Calling again...
In the vast lobby, there are only Ouyang Shaohao, Murong Xue, and three middle-aged men.
The middle-aged man's mad smile instantly condensed on his face. Looking at Murong Xue's voice, the flash was full of shock and incredible: How is this possible? There are so many ‘down people’ in the lobby, and it’s a very good battle. It’s all failed in her hands, let her fight out...
"Are you getting out yourself, or let me send you a ride?" Murong Xue looked down at the middle-aged man, gently pulling the tough whip in his hand...
The middle-aged man’s face is almost black and the ink is dripping. She dares to threaten him. It’s really abhorrent...
(End of this chapter)