", boy, let Lao Tzu answer you, this is also called the Prison of Death, a dead person is like a dead ant, there are no consequences! So if you don't serve Lao Tzu well, Lao Tzu will punch your head! Boy, are you afraid? If you are afraid, get down and serve Lao Tzu!"

The Japanese people rushed in front of everyone and replied with a big laugh, and as he spoke, he withdrew his pants in public, revealing something as disgusting as three inches and a ding.

The other terrorists were about to see the hot scene, laughing and whistling one by one.

These terrorists have long since lost their lives, living one day at a time, and they have long since lost their lives to the shame of mankind, which is no worse than that of beasts.

"There are no consequences, then I will be relieved!"

Yang Xiaoqian was still sitting on the edge of the bed, his legs swinging back and forth, drinking red wine, sipping a cigar, squinting at him and saying gloomily.

"Guys, let me ask you one more question, do you know who the boss of room five is?"

Yang Xiaoqian squinted at the twenty-one terrorists and asked gloomily.

Everyone was stunned, and the audience was silent.

"***, where is there so much nonsense, there is no boss in room five, hurry up and get your ass up, waiting to be fucked!"

A black man with five big and three thick black and bright shouted impatiently and vulgarly.

"A bunch of fools, who said there is no boss in room five? Lao Tzu is your boss!"

Yang Xiaoqian swept the group of fools with a look of disdain and said domineeringly.

As soon as the words fell, everyone was stunned again, and the eyes of the neuropathy fell on him.

"you, you powerless kid, how dare you call yourself our boss?

"Truly, this kid is not only in his brain, but I also think he was kicked by a donkey!"

"Boy, we can kill you with one finger each, how do you do our boss? It's too much to overpower, aren't you? Are you sleepwalking?"

……

Everyone looked at each other, and then laughed loudly one by one, leaning back and forth, tears coming out, as if they had heard the funniest joke in the world.

Bang!

Yang Xiaoqian was condescending, picked up the red wine bottle and violently the heads of the Japanese people!

Wine bottle smash!

Red wine mixed with blood splattered everywhere!

Before the Japanese people could come to their senses, Yang Xiaoqian's feet had been violently imprinted on his face!

The Japanese people screamed miserably, flew upside down, smashed the bed opposite, and fell to the ground and wailed.

Yang Xiaoqian floated to the ground, still holding a cigar in his mouth, and a wine glass in his hand, he took a sip and took a leisurely sip, as if he had just done something very ordinary.

The terrorists were taken aback, their eyes widened, their mouths wide open in shock, and they could hardly believe what they were seeing!

The Japanese people had their faces twisted and crooked, their faces covered with blood, and they wailed a few times on the ground, and jumped up in frenzy.

"Eight, coffee, road, give me death!"

He lifted his pants, took out a thirty-centimeter-long rusty iron rod from his arms, and rushed towards Yang Xiaoqian.

Yang Xiaoqian sneered, kicked him in the lower body like lightning, kicked him out again, slammed into the wall and bounced back, a vicious dog ate and on the ground, covered the flesh and blood with both hands, and curled up into a shrimp shape, wailing wildly, and screaming like a pig.

Paralyzed, dead glass, don't you want to taste Lao Tzu?

Then Lao Tzu will let you taste the taste happily!

He surged with murder, stretched out his hand and grabbed the iron rod that fell to the ground, and immediately grabbed the iron rod in his hand, and a strong true qi poured into the iron rod, and a stick stabbed in the chrysanthemum of the Japanese devil!

He used this stick to become a true qi, and it directly penetrated his internal organs paralyzed, and came out of his mouth!

The Japanese devil made a few ho-ho sounds in his mouth, looked at Yang Xiaoqian in horror, his eyes were filled with unbelievable light, he convulsed a few times, and died of anger.

It seems that he can't understand why this little fresh meat that looks harmless to humans and animals is so fierce and terrifying!

The other terrorists witnessed this terrifying scene with their own eyes, Rao is that they are all terrorists, and they can't help but shrink in horror and chrysanthemum, and involuntarily take a step back with their legs, looking at Yang Xiaoqian in horror.

Of course, they couldn't understand why this little fresh meat that seemed harmless to humans and animals was so fierce and terrifying!

Yang Xiaoqian stood tall and upright, holding a cigar in his mouth, holding a red wine glass in his hand, took a sip of cigar, drank the red wine in the dry wine glass in one sip, smashed the wine glass with a bang, glanced coldly at the terrorists in front of him, and said domineeringly: "You grass you are paralyzed, you stupid things, you still want to take turns to Lao Tzu? Don't you know how to write dead words? Paralyzed, Lao Tzu gives you a chance, one by one to Lao Tzu kneeling on the ground and calling the boss, there is only one chance, Lao Tzu only says it once!" Who is not convinced, the paralyzed Lao Tzu stabbed his chrysanthemum!"

The twenty terrorists took a few steps back again, their hearts beating faster and their faces changed wildly when they were shocked by Yang Xiaoqian's fierce and violent momentum.

However, they are a bunch of murderous terrorists after all, and after the horror comes a rage.

"F. K. Squid, let's go up together, kill this kid!"

"Kill him!"

……

Twenty terrorists went berserk, each took out their own private weapons, including screwdrivers, big iron nails, iron pieces, etc., and rushed towards Yang Xiaoqian frantically.

"A bunch of fools who don't know whether to live or die!"

Yang Xiaoqian shouted violently, cut off the leg of an iron bed with one palm, held the leg of the iron bed, held a cigar in his mouth, and slammed and stabbed these fools like a raging storm.

Twenty people joined forces to besiege, but there was no use for fart, Yang Xiaoqian was haunted like a ghost, shuttling back and forth in their siege, stabbing their chrysanthemums one by one!

"Ah...... Yes...... Ah......h

The twenty terrorists were all spurting blood, and one by one they lay on the ground screaming.

"Paralyzed, a bunch of fools who don't know whether to live or die, don't you want to take turns to Lao Tzu? This is what happens if you want to take turns to Lao Tzu!"

"Paralyzed, do you call it the boss? Don't you ask Lao Tzu to stab you to death one by one?"

Yang Xiaoqian held the blood-drenched iron bed legs, looked at the terrorists who were wailing all over the ground, and said domineeringly.

He had just stabbed a small part of the iron bed leg, and if he stabbed it all in, it would have cost them their lives.

If they all die, no one will call him boss.

"Boss, I'm convinced!"

"Boss, you're awesome!"

"Boss!"

……

The twenty terrorists were completely frightened, and one by one they knelt down towards Yang Xiaoqian and called the boss.

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(End of chapter)