Ding Ze's heart was a little hairy, he coughed a few times, and snorted coldly, "Look at what, he's done with it, it's your turn." ”

Ding Ze pointed his pistol at the yellow-haired corpse and shouted at the purple-haired man.

Since Ding Ze instantly hid to the side after shooting, there was not the slightest trace of blood on his body at all.

On the street, he's definitely a literary dick... Literary and artistic youth, it is difficult to associate with murderers.

What's more, he is still a murderer who does not change his face after killing people.

Ding Ze slowly wiped the body of the gun, his face was calm, but in the eyes of those little gangsters, Ding Ze was like a demon, ruthlessly harvesting life.

"I said, since you are non-mainstream, at least you have to be fresh, dye it green, look at you, red, white, purple, blue..." Ding Ze spat at the gun, picked up the corner of his clothes and continued to wipe.

"That's who's who... Why are you still dyed colorful, how can you look like a little gangster!" Ding Ze seemed to hate iron but not steel.

As for the surrounding gangsters, they didn't dare to say any nonsense, only kept nodding their heads and saying yes.

"I'll just say, dyeing green..."Ding Ze took the sand eagle, pointed at everyone, sighed helplessly, and was about to open his mouth to teach them that green is the king, when he suddenly paused.

I saw that his eyes lit up, and his eyes were only locked on the figure on the second floor, refusing to leave.

That figure was Brother Tiger, and his bare head was shining brightly under the sunlight through the window.

I saw that his face was gloomy, and he also looked at Ding Ze with some fear, especially the silver light in his hand*.

"It's... This..."Ding Ze swallowed, his eyes staring at Brother Tiger's bald head with fiery eyes.

He coughed lightly twice, and his tone changed, "It's impossible to dye green or something, it's impossible to dye green in this life." ”

"I can't cut my hair, I have to shave it like this to maintain this life. He touched his black hair, as if he had found a new direction in his life.

"It's like you, all the bells and whistles, look at people, you look like a big brother. Ding Ze said.

"And you, look at it, your purple hair should have been shaved a long time ago, it's all up to your shoulders, why are you still keeping. Ding Ze raised his eyebrows, looking at the purple-haired man who had been staring at him, he straightened his chest, not to be outdone.

This purple-haired man's face is also handsome, but his eyes and expression are releasing a cold aura all the time, which is also what Ding Ze resents.

So if he can do it, he will definitely say a few words, and he will seem to be much better than the other party.

"Don't say it, I almost forgot about you. Ding Ze slapped his head, the back of his head ached slightly, considering that so many thugs around him were watching, he forcibly suppressed the scream in his throat.

After all, face is the most important thing, especially the plan to treat Ding Ze.

As for this account, he deducted it on the purple-haired man's head.

He glanced back and forth at the purple-haired man, smacking his lips and clapping violently.

"I have to say, you look like a dog. Ding Ze nodded and said.

Indeed, the purple-haired man has a handsome face and extremely perfect body proportions.

Ding Ze also sighed helplessly, glanced at the purple-haired man, and sighed deeply, "Look at your good looks, although you are so much worse than me, you can still do it." ”

Ding Ze touched his face narcissistically, glanced at the purple-haired man, shook his head and said, "Who let you pretend to be a thorn and don't mess with you, how can I still stand up." ”

"Boy, muttering or something!" said the purple-haired man with sharp eyes and a cold voice, his hands clenched into fists.

Ding Ze didn't care either, he looked up and saw the second-story tiger brother lying on the railing, staring at himself with a gloomy and vicious face, he frowned.

Then the corners of his mouth hooked up into a sneer.

"Compared to the bald head upstairs, it's your eldest brother," Ding Ze pointed at Brother Tiger and asked the purple-haired man.

"I have to say, the more I look at that hair shape, the more I like it, it's so domineering!" Ding Ze smacked his lips, then looked at the purple-haired man with a provocative expression, and pointed at him with a sand eagle, "What, you shave your head and follow me, I can still let you die, otherwise, die." ”

Ding Ze suddenly put away his smile and shouted viciously, even pressing his fingers on the trigger of Shaying, as if he could pull the trigger at any time and kill the purple-haired man.

Brother Hu's eyebrows furrowed, his body stiffened even more, looking at Ding Ze's fingers on the trigger, a drop of cold sweat ran down his cheeks.

He swallowed, looked at the purple-haired man, and wiped his forehead.

After all, the purple-haired man's identity is too sensitive and involves too much, and he also spent a lot of effort to let him stay by his side, if he dies here, or even says that he dies under his nose, I am afraid that his good life will come to an end.

But the thirty or fifty thugs below had already retreated, almost all of them were close to the edge of the factory, and even several of them fled directly.

After all, everyone cherishes their own lives, not to mention, this kind of is just to make up the number of people.

It's okay to fight and make trouble usually, but when it comes to life, I'm afraid one is more cowardly than the other.

Ding Ze also grasped this point, but it was a pity that Huang Mao was used as a tool for deterrence.

Before Huang Mao died, he still firmly believed that the group of "good brothers" around him would help him avenge him, but now they are indeed more cowardly than the other.

If he knew, would he be scolded under the Yellow Spring?

"Boy, don't be impulsive!" Brother Tiger leaned on the railing and roared, "You know him..."

Bang!

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a loud bang, his body stiffened, looked at the slightly rising white smoke on the muzzle of the sand eagle, swallowed his saliva, and swallowed the second half of the sentence stubbornly.

"Don't talk, now I'll settle accounts with him, don't worry, you're next!" Ding Ze looked indifferent, blew a puff of white smoke, pointed at Brother Hu, and said with wide eyes.

The purple-haired man was also startled by the sudden gunshot, his face was gloomy, his fists were clenched, and there were green tendons bulging from the corners of his eyes, which looked so hideous and terrifying.

His body gradually became larger, and an indescribable pressure was released, Ding Ze looked up at the spontaneous man who was three or four meters tall, swallowed his saliva, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, "You... Is this taking Viagra?"

The two were nearly ten meters apart, but Ding Ze still looked up at the purple-haired man like a hill.

No, his purple hair gradually changed color as his body grew larger, purple through red, red through black...

His clothes had long been torn, and his pants were only torn in key places. His muscles bulged, and as his body exerted force, the green tendons on his muscles also squirmed, which was extremely hideous.

"Boy, tell you," the purple-red and black-haired man's voice was strong and deafening, "I am a little disciple of Humen, not only do my senior brothers and sisters care for me, but even my master loves me very much, just because, my talent, and..."

He pointed to the muscles on his body and grinned, "And this 'Tiger Armor' was trained by me!"

"Now only the senior brother and the master have practiced "Tiger Armor", as for you, in my eyes, you are just an ant. The purple-haired man snorted coldly and disdainfully, even though the sand eagle in Ding Ze's hand pointed at him, he still mocked.

After all, in today's era, there are very few sects that still insist on practicing martial arts, and even if there are, they are still secluded in some unexplored primitive mountains.

And the purple-haired man was also out of curiosity, so he asked his master, who was also the master of the Humen Gate.

is also because of his love for him, and he has already practiced "Tiger Armor", not to mention the reputation and status of the sect, if you want to make some disturbances in the outside world, there will not be too many problems.