When the man picked up the beer bottle and threw it at the fat monk, the fat monk didn't move as if he was scared stupid. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Su Lin really couldn't stand it, so he shot like lightning and grabbed the flying wine bottle at once.

And Shen Siyin didn't miss such a good opportunity, everyone didn't notice her. After all, she is a girl, who would have imagined that it was not these men who would do it first, but her, a woman.

So, taking advantage of everyone's unpreparedness, she picked up the bottle of liquor that she had just finished drinking with Su Lin, picked it up and smashed it at the man's head.

She and Su Lin cooperate very tacitly and perfectly.

I hate people who do it without saying hello when they fight.

Shen Siyin's movements just now were clean and unexpected. Who would have thought that such a charming little girl would be so sophisticated and ruthless?

Su Lin's face was full of innocence, it was obvious that you were bullying people, why did you want to involve me?

The man was smashed by Shen Siyin's wine bottle, his head was clouded, and his body was shaky.

He turned around, looked at the innocent Shen Siyin, and opened his mouth to say, "Brothers, don't be a single one-!"

Ah, this guy is also a silver-like wax spearhead, and before he finished speaking, he fell to the ground with such a "plop".

As soon as his eyes were closed, he passed out.

The owner of the hotel was already hiding at this time, and he couldn't afford to hide if he couldn't afford to provoke him. At this time, he could only silently pray in his heart that Surin and the others would treat his small restaurant gently.

"Damn, dare to touch our boss! you are impatient......" A younger brother under the man's command rushed towards Surin with a beer bottle.

Su Lin's heart was even more aggrieved.

Hey, do you have long eyes?

It scared your dog's eyes, which of your eyes saw me beating someone? The person who beat someone is not me, can you not wronged a good person?

Is there still a truth in this world?

However, although Su Lin thought so in his heart, the movements in his hands were not slow. He kicked out, and then the little brother who rushed towards him hit Su Lin's toe as if he was in a hurry to reincarnate.

The man let out a cry of pain, then he bent down and fell to his knees and wept bitterly.

Another man followed closely, but he was smarter, and when he saw his companion's move, Su Lin was made the same as Gao Chao, where did he dare to continue?

No, he wanted to turn around and run away, but the inertia of his body made him continue to pounce towards Su Lin.

At this time, he was in such a situation -- a dilemma.

Su Lin really didn't want to embarrass him.

Immediately afterward, he stretched out his right hand, and then withdrew his backhand.

Su Lin's slap was so powerful that the man was dizzy and ringing in his ears, and his body rushed towards the door uncontrollably.

The fat boss, who had been hiding under the table and paying attention to the development of the situation, couldn't help but exclaim at this time: "My door-!"

And at this time, the old man with a bull's nose who was standing near the door suddenly stretched out his somewhat rough palm, like the claws of a goshawk, reached out and grabbed the man's collar, and when his body was about to hit the glass door, he pulled him hard and pulled him back.

The young man's heart accelerated, he was out of breath, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

He glanced at Lao Dao with a puzzled face, and said, "Thank you!"

"Bang!"

The fat monk on the side picked up a wine bottle, smashed it on his head, and said with a smile: "My Buddha is merciful, you don't have to be polite!"

When Lao Dao saw the person he saved, he fell to the ground so softly, and couldn't help but say angrily: "Fat monk, what do you mean by this? Why did you knock him down?"

The fat monk's face was full of innocence, and his eyes looked at the bull-nosed old man like an idiot, and asked, "Aren't we fighting now?"

"Yes!" the old Taoist priest glanced at Su Lin suspiciously and replied.

"Then why can't the poor monk knock him down?"

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable - I mean the old way - he has been subdued by us, and has temporarily lost the ability to hurt others, in fact, there is no need to beat people like this--a little too ruthless!"

"I'm sorry. The fat monk was a little embarrassed and scratched his bald head with a red face and said. "The poor monk hasn't done it for a long time, and he's so excited. ”

“……”

The last bald man was full of horror and incredulity when he saw his boss and several of his companions being easily knocked down like a knife cutting tofu.

How can they be so strong?

When he saw Su Lin and the fat monk full of violence with unkind eyes, as if they were looking at a naked little daughter-in-law, he couldn't help but shudder.

He picked up a wine bottle from the table, held it in both hands, and shouted at Su Lin: "You, don't come here, if you dare, dare to come, I, I will stun myself!"

"Bang!"

As he spoke, he ignored Su Lin and them, and directly picked up the wine bottle and smashed it towards his head.

Because he was so nervous just now, he didn't use the force properly, and the result was that his head was broken, and the bottle was still intact.

Bright blood flowed from his bald head, quickly staining his face red along his cheeks.

"Amitabha, the bottle is not broken. The fat monk gave a Buddha name, looked at him and said.

"I, I'll do it again!" said the bald man.

"Bang!"

The man pressed again, but the bottle was still intact.

The bald man was about to cry, and once again he vigorously picked up the wine bottle, smashed it on his head, and shouted, "I'm broken—"

It's not broken yet!

"You break it for me!"

It's still not broken!

"I'll let you break it!

The bald man kept smashing the bottle at his head.

The sound of thumping was endless, but the wine bottle seemed to be against him, just not broken.

Su Lin couldn't bear to look at it directly, how bad luck did this guy have to be? At the same time, he also glanced at the fat monk standing beside him, and said in his heart: Why should you be bald?

The bald man's head was dripping with blood, and his whole face was also stained red with blood, he wiped the blood on his face, looked at the fat monk with a crying voice, and said, "Can I change a wine bottle?"

It is estimated that this fat monk was also a little unbearable, and he had a kind heart in his heart, so he nodded and said, "Amitabha, you lie down!"

"Thank you, thank you!" the bald man's face was full of gratitude, and he lay on the ground with his body numb, closing his eyes and pretending to be dead.