Wine with sleeping pills, really a ghost.

I even suspect that the old silver stick doesn't just want my arm, but my life.

A little medical knowledge can understand that taking alcohol and drugs together will inevitably cause adverse reactions.

For example, cold medicine and alcohol can cause liver and kidney failure, cephalosporin antibiotics and alcohol may cause acute heart failure and myocardial infarction, and antipyretic analgesics and alcohol can cause peptic ulcers or bleeding.

The addition of sleeping pills and alcohol will increase the inhibitory effect of sleeping pills and alcohol on the center, strengthen the sedative effect, and may induce sudden death.

Of course, the alcohol content of beer is extremely low, so it probably doesn't scare enough to be this one.

I felt the anger in my heart welling up at once, and the old silver stick in front of me became extremely unfamiliar.

"So you're plotting against Lao Tzu?" I didn't even think about it, and punched him.

However, the original first-class Wing Chun in hand-to-hand combat, at this moment, it is like a woman's flower fist embroidered legs, soft and lethal, without lethality at all.

The old silver stick wrapped around my fist with one hand, like an emoji: Please, you are weak.

I staggered back a step, and felt the weight of my eyelids as if I had been stained with glue, and sleepiness came over me.

"Brother Fei, don't worry. I'll definitely call you 120, and I can be sentenced however I want. The old silver stick gritted his teeth and looked determined.

You are paralyzed, according to your tone, should Lao Tzu still thank you?

I was really angry, and I bit the tip of my tongue with my teeth.

Hurt.

Even though my tongue was only scratched a little, it felt like a needle had been pierced into my tongue, and I gasped in pain, and the faint smell of blood filled my mouth.

Just like a dozing person, he will be much more awake when he is sleepy. I finally regained a little of my senses under the influence of pain, and I fought with the old silver stick.

Unfortunately, the effect of sleeping pills is not normal drowsiness after all, and I still feel very weak. It's like he hasn't slept for two days and one night, and his combat effectiveness has been greatly reduced.

Normally, I can knock over the old silver stick with one punch, but at this juncture, he and I are evenly matched.

In my current state, I can't use any energy. It was like a street ruffian fighting, and the old silver stick and I actually knocked over the barbecue on the table, and then the two of us fell to the ground and fought.

I'm really completely out of the way, and I don't want to break my arm here.

Lao Tzu doesn't want to be a cripple, and he can't accept being yin by his own brothers once!

I even thought of Liu Yang's pen.

The old silver stick was like tearing open my scar and leaving it bloody in the air.

I threw the old silver stick to the ground and pounded him with a fist.

Lao Tzu really has green tendons on his forehead, and he can't wait to use all the strength of milk.

However, now the combat power is really so low that the old silver stick seems to be only slightly painful, and then in turn he grabs me and rolls me over and crushes me to the floor.

"Brother Fei, can't you step on a horse to help me this time!"

"My father and mother are in the hands of Ning Banglan, aren't we brothers?!" The old silver stick was like Nima going crazy, and he punched me the cheek, hitting my head off.

"It's Nima's brother!"

"Grass you are paralyzed, moral kidnapping, right?" I was really angry with his logic.

Your parents fell into the hands of someone else, so why should I replace them at the cost of being crippled?

The old silver stick gasped and roared and continued to beat me.

The chillest thing for me was not that I was beaten violently, but that I felt that the pain was so dull under the suppression of sleepiness.

No, if it's delayed like this, Lao Tzu is really going to turn over the water today!

I thought so, and as I struggled desperately, I bit his wrist resolutely.

The bite force of an ordinary adult man is about 46 kilograms, not to mention that he can bite off his wrist bone, but it can definitely bite through his arteries!

drove Lao Tzu into a desperate situation, and he couldn't take care of anything with a ruthless heart.

"Ahh

I was beaten to the point that my nose was bleeding, and the pain made me feel a thrill and temporarily resist the sleepiness.

My head slammed backwards on the ground, and the disgusting taste of blood and minced meat came from my mouth.

The old silver stick reacted in a timely manner, and it did not cause the tragic situation of ruptured arteries, but it was just bitten through the skin and oozed blood, and a little flesh was torn off.

Relying on my instinct to practice martial arts, I kicked him hard with both feet as I fell to the ground, kicking him backwards and sitting on the ground.

Without even thinking about it, I picked up the beer bottle next to me, and then smashed it on the floor with a "pop".

As soon as the old silver stick stood up, he showed a frightened expression, as if he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

Because, I stabbed a beer bottle full of broken glass into my arm!

I couldn't help but let out a scream from my throat, and my whole body was shaking in pain.

On my arm, blood meandered like a small red snake.

It was this kind of masochistic sting that lifted my spirit extremely abnormally and pressed down the overwhelming sleepiness.

I grinned and looked at the old silver stick with a complicated expression.

My brother, the one who can survive when he cuts a fight.

Now put sleeping pills in my wine and cut off one of my arms.

I understand his position, but that doesn't mean I understand his methods of betraying his brother for the sake of his parents.

Go to Nima's moral kidnapping!

Lao Tzu is not a saint, and he has to sacrifice himself to fulfill others?

With a "bang", the beer bottle in my hand was thrown to the ground.

"Brother, I don't want to be too ruthless. I took a deep breath and tried to lift my spirits.

However, the old silver stick was red-eyed, picked up a wine bottle, roared at me, and smashed me on the head: "Why can't you honestly let me cut off an arm!"

Grass and mud horses, Lao Tzu was furious when he heard it.

Vertical palm, lateral side block.

I shook the old silver stick's right arm holding the wine bottle alive, and a phoenix-eyed fist struck him straight in the chest.

There was a muffled "bang", and the old silver stick's expression was distorted, and his body bent backwards and fell to the ground.

I felt sleepiness creep in again, so I gritted my teeth and tried to keep up.

Grabbing his arm, I folded the old silver stick backwards.

Then he let go of his right hand, and with lightning speed, he slashed the willow palm at the back of his neck.

I don't know how to wrestle, and if I want to make people unconscious, I can only use some means that may leave sequelae and pain.

With a palm, the old silver stick snorted, and the nerve center was suddenly paralyzed under the injury, but it was not as unconscious as on TV.

I didn't even think about it, and then came the second one.

This time, the old silver stick finally fell unconscious.

And I couldn't hold on any longer, my feet were soft, and I pressed directly on him.

The moment I fell, there was a thought in my mind: it's over, who will wake up first this time.