Xu Handong didn't veto this proposal, but just pointed at the young man who was used to playing with the dagger very impolitely and said, "Let him play with me?"

Maitreya Buddha was stunned for a moment, and then relieved, when the three of them conspired to make a plan, Xu Handong had a lot of opinions on the share of the spoils, Maitreya Buddha and Shen Sangun wore a pair of pants, Xu Handong wanted to take revenge, naturally he could only suffer a dumb loss.

If Xu Handong acts alone, it's not impossible, but if you want to kill two birds with one stone, Maitreya Buddha will definitely not be happy, Chen Xiaoling's family property can be regarded as a huge amount of money in their eyes, whoever wants to swallow it alone has to die, this is the same as doing business, cooperation is a win-win situation, and while reducing the risk, it also shares the risk, so Xu Handong can't agree.

Now Xu Handong wants to play a little childish temper, Maitreya Buddha is willing to fulfill it, give the killer he raised a lot of money a look, I believe that the other party will understand what he means, if it is true, the three Xu Handong will not be the opponent of the young killer.

Maitreya Buddha smiled and said, "You go to play, don't move the knife to point it, will it be done?"

Xu Handong's usual arrogant posture ignored Maitreya Buddha at all, and walked to the living room next door.

Maitreya Buddha, whose belly is inversely proportional to his stomach, smiled and recorded this contempt, and then smiled and leaned towards Chen Xiaoling, who was lying on the ground speechless, Maitreya Buddha did not speak, and a weasel gave a distressed smile to the chicken, which made one of Xu Handong's subordinates feel disgusted.

The tears have dried up, but Chen Xiaoling, whose body can't stop trembling, has never been so embarrassed, her image is embarrassed, and her heart is even more embarrassed.

Fear, disappointment and even despair, she no longer even looked at Maitreya Buddha angrily, her eyes were blank and unfocused.

The surnamed Zhao left her son and ran away, giving her a resounding slap in the face.

Even if Zhao Qingshan is not the mastermind behind the scenes, it is no different from the mastermind behind the scenes, he abandoned what he promised, and the bumpy experience made her full of defensiveness in life.

finally had a little trust in Zhao Qingshan, who recklessly broke into her life, and in a blink of an eye, this trust became a cold joke.

Not only does she hate Zhao Qingshan, but she also hates herself who is already a mother but is still so simple and stupid, although people are alive, but for her, today is the end of the world!

Maitreya Buddha likes women like this, and he has always kept in mind that this woman avoids him on the surface and secretly disdains him!

Aren't you on top? What about now? It's not like you're going to be my crotch plaything, your son has to call me Lao Tzu!

Maitreya Buddha approached Chen Xiaoling's ear, the other party neither distanced nor looked at him, he smiled and whispered: "Lao Tzu has always wanted to tell you a secret, I believe you also want to know, but I waited for almost four years to wait for this opportunity, do you want to hear it?"

Chen Xiaoling was indifferent.

Maitreya Buddha almost pressed to her earlobe and whispered, "Your husband was hit and killed by Lao Tzu's people." ”

In an instant, Chen Xiaoling's body was tense and stiff like a dead man, and a mournful voice came from her throat, which did not stop for a long time!

In her eyes, there was disappointment with the whole world.

If you don't faint soon, you will probably suffocate to death!

The word "sad" is "wrong" and "heart", and the heart is not one's own, how can you not be grief-stricken?

Maitreya Buddha, who had finally told the woman the secret, was satisfied, reached out and patted the cheek that had lost its color, muttered a few words to himself, and then went to observe the fight in the living room with a big belly.

The young killer who got his own indication really released the water to a large extent, and Maitreya Buddha crossed the threshold and saw that the young killer who was regarded as a dumb by many people was kicked in the calf by Xu Handong, and the faintly angry killer did not fight back fiercely, but took a step back and focused on defense.

Since ancient times, killers have been like assassins, if they don't shoot, they have already tried to kill with one blow, few killers are good at protracted warfare and defense, and young killers are no exception, so they can only be beaten passively, and occasionally counterattack and dare not go all out, if he hurts Xu Handong, he can't afford it.

If you don't know, you have to lose your life here.

Xu Handong's skills are indeed not very good.

But don't expect a big guy who has absolutely more than one life in his hands to be so gentle, he is ruthless and ruthless, and the slap in the face is not excessive, and the previous successful sneak attack is what makes the killer brother mind the most, and it is conservatively estimated that he will not be able to touch the charming young woman he has newly hooked up with for at least two weeks.

Seeing that the young killer was beaten with a blue nose and swollen face and a very abnormal gait, Maitreya Buddha was displeased, and asked you to release water not to ask you to get a body injury.

But he was more angry at Xu Handong's inch, and the two fought hard, and he was embarrassed to stop for a while, so he had to stand aside with a smile.

Xu Handong's two subordinates watching the battle crossed their arms and laughed, in the past, the boss pulled them to spar, but they were not less offended.

Although they don't dare to return the weight like the facial paralysis killer, their strength is not at the level of the facial paralysis killer.

However, the boss seems to be particularly unpleasant to this facial paralysis killer, and even takes out the rarely used leg several times.

When the facial paralysis killer was once again thrown to the ground by Xu Handong's not clever sweep, Maitreya Buddha hurriedly stepped forward and blocked the middle of the two with a smile, his bloated cheeks were so smiling that he could stuff a few sausages, and said in a loud voice: "Stop when you point to it, stop when you point it." ”

Xu Handong stared at Maitreya Buddha with a rough breath.

The sight is like a hungry wolf, which shows very bluntly that he is still unsatisfied.

It was very uncomfortable to be stared at like this, but Maitreya Buddha still smiled and said, "That little kid should be delivered soon, right?" Why don't I take Chen Xiaoling out and bring that little kid with me by the way?"

The notoriously invincible Xu Handong walked to the facial paralysis killer who had been gritting his teeth and enduring the pain in his abdomen, and said as if ordering: "Hey, show me your dagger." ”

Everyone on the road knows that the dagger of the facial paralysis killer is not a toy, and never gives others a chance to touch it, even Maitreya Buddha feels that this request is too much, and the facial paralysis killer hides his anger and looks at Maitreya Buddha, waiting for the master to speak.

Suddenly, his face changed and he hurriedly retreated.

The facial killer who was more familiar with the dagger than anyone in the room knew exactly what was in his chest.

Xu Handong followed him like a shadow, and the dagger that rarely showed his face slashed horizontally, because although the facial paralysis killer was careless, he instinctively avoided the dagger to stab him in the heart, and at the same time retreated quickly.

But this could not affect the final result, the dagger successfully slashed a few centimeters, Xu Handong took out the dagger and pushed it gently, and the facial paralysis killer fell to the ground unwillingly.

Black eats black?

If it was ten years ago.

Maitreya Buddha, whose body has not been abused miserably by the pig-killing knife of the years, can also walk with the two big men for a few rounds.

It has to be that he is more vicious than the other party and dares to kill him, and he still burps when he encounters an outlaw.

He thinks he's a good brainer, and he knows that his body hollowed out by women doesn't need to do anything with people like he did when he was young.

The big guy has to have the demeanor of the big guy, just smoke a cigar and watch other people's life and death.

Those murderous and arson things can be left to his subordinates, and it is not enough for the big guy to have a good brain to command the overall situation? But at this moment, his brain is obviously not enough.

Why do you eat black in the cold winter?