It's just that what Han Kesong didn't expect was that he grabbed the other party's head domineeringly and pressed it to the aunt's towel in front of the table, showing that the scene of his grandfather did not appear, and he didn't even touch a single hair of the other party, it was black in front of him, and then there was a crisp snap, a hot pain in his cheeks, and a disgusting smell of blood rushed into the end of his nose.

Han Kesong grabbed the thing that was covering his eyes in embarrassment, and looked at it closely, but he almost didn't faint, it was actually a blood-drenched aunt's scarf.

Han Kesong was dumbfounded, but before he could be angry, what greeted him was actually the big aunt towel with a bloody mouth open on the side, the original pile of big aunt towels that were smashed on the baffle in front of the interrogation chair by himself, but at this moment, it was as if he was possessed by a ghost, one by one volleys flew up in the air, and then in his unbelievable eyes, he smashed his head and face.

A slap on the left, a slap on the right, Han Kesong felt that his face had been slapped countless times, it hurt hotly, and of course, it hurt even more because of the injured heart......

How can this be, the plot shouldn't be like this, it should be that the other party was pressed into the pile of great aunt's towels by himself, and he relieved the hatred in his heart, and then he had to watch the other party cry and kneel in front of him to repent, but how did it turn out like this!

In the room, several people who were originally watching the show were dumbfounded when they saw this strange scene.

They dare to swear that guy's hands and feet were fixed on the interrogation chair, and he didn't move his hands or feet at all, but why did the big aunt toveins that Han Kesong had fallen on the interrogation chair jump up one by one and greet Han Kesong's face?

Looking at Han Kesong's 'bloody' face, a few big men almost didn't vomit out the overnight meal, this is heavy, is this self-inflicted?

"I ...... I'll kill you. ”

Han Kesong came back to his senses from his distraction, shivered and wiped the blood stains on his face, the disgusting smell filled his nose, making his whole person collapse, and he grabbed the boning knife on the desk in a rage, and rushed towards Su Can without reason.

"Stop. Looking at this scene, Zheng Yang frowned slightly, and grabbed Han Kesong's hand holding the knife sideways, "If you can't bear it, you will make a big plan." ”

"You let me put up with it? You fucking let me put up with it? Look at my face, can I fucking take it. Han Kesong roared almost hysterically, he is Han Kesong, in Mingzhu, he doesn't dare to say that he is a first-class son, but whoever sees him, he has to call himself Han Shao, but in front of this bastard, he was pasted with sanitary napkins one after another, which is a shame!

"Ahem. Zheng Yang glanced at Han Kesong's miserable face, and he was also sick to his stomach, this unlucky child.

But you can't ruin the young master's good deeds because of this!

"That...... What man can never see blood? Seeing blood and not changing color is the true color of a real man. Zheng Yangchun said seductively, "Besides, these are all our own people, if we don't say it, no one will know that Han Shao was pasted with a sanitary napkin, right?"

Han Kesong listened, it seemed to be the case, but he always felt that something seemed wrong!

"Fuck you, it's not that you've been glued with sanitary napkins. Han Kesong came back to his senses and said angrily, what does it matter if others know or not, and if others don't know, can he change the fact that he was smashed with bloody sanitary napkins by others?

Han Kesong's reprimand made Zheng Yang's face change, and then said very disobediently: "We are soldiers, don't say it...... Ahem...... Sanitary napkins paste face, even if you eat it, your face will not change color. ”

"You fart. Han Kesong's face was distorted, "You let him go, let me kill him, if something happens, I'll bear it." ”

"I said, he can't die yet. Zheng Yang's face was also a little embarrassed, "Otherwise, I won't be able to explain." ”

"Anyway, he has to die, early death and late death are death!" Han Kesong stared at Su Can with a pair of resentful eyes, and said in a solemn tone, "What's the difference." ”

"The task I received is to do everything according to the procedure, not a little sloppy, we are soldiers, not bandits, there are no rules. Zheng Yang said with a righteous and awe-inspiring face, but his eyes were like poisonous snakes, staring at Su Can coldly.

Listening to the conversation between the two, Su Can also heard a little taste, the mastermind behind these things today is actually someone else, not the Han Kesong in front of him!

……

Green mountains and clear waters, mountains and mountains, birds and flowers......

It is hard to imagine that there can be such a beautiful scenery in the realm of pearls.

In front of a raised bluestone, a triangular bracket was erected, a drawing board was horizontal on it, a man was concentrating on the white painting paper to outline, a stroke, looking up at the knife cut cliff covered by clouds and mist in the distance, but the strange thing is that on the white painting paper, what appeared was not the landscape of the poor mountains, but a colorful tiger.

Under the man's brush, the tiger came to life, as if it was about to jump off the page in the next moment, and the only strange thing was that the colorful tiger had blank eyes......

"The young master's painting is good again, and when I look at it suddenly, it is even more imposing than the real thing. Beside the man, there was an old man with a rosacea, who raised his head and drank a sip of the pungent liquor in the big wine gourd, and said with a compliment on his face, "Fortunately, the young master didn't draw his eyes, if he painted his eyes, this tiger would have to come back to life. ”

"Drunkard, you're getting better at sycophants again. The man didn't look back, and said in a calm voice.

"I'm not a sycophant, I'm sincere. The rosacea grinned, revealing a few crumbling front teeth, and said happily, then tilted his head back and poured the liquor from the gourd.

And at this moment, hurried footsteps sounded, behind the man, in the dense woods, a man in a strong suit walked up nervously, bowed to the drunken and hazy rosacea on one side, and saw the other party waving weakly, before walking quickly behind the man: "Young master, there is a situation." ”

"What's the situation?"

"Our perimeter guards have been removed!" the man said with a grim face, "We are not opponents. ”

"Can make the people of the Tiger Hunting Special Combat Team admit it, who will Mingzhu have this strength?" The corners of the man's mouth slightly hooked an arc, and the paintbrush in his hand didn't stop, "She still came, she didn't stay in Yanjing, but she came from Yanjing to the realm of Mingzhu, hehe......"

"How's things going over there?"

"It's still being processed, and with Zheng Yang's means, I believe there will be results soon. The man said respectfully.

"Okay, I just want the result. The man said softly, "Before that, no matter what means you use, let me block those people, otherwise, there will be no need for you to exist! ”

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