"Mo Xie, you kid hides deep enough, how do you practice this strength?"

Insiders look at the doorway, laymen look at the excitement, Lao Zhangtou doesn't know kung fu, so he just thinks that Mo Ye's hand is very powerful, but he can't say what the specific method is.

Taking advantage of the silly Da Zhuang to go downstairs to the back kitchen to order food, he faced the chopsticks on the first dish he had just served, and at the same time approached Mo Xie and asked Mo Xie to show him his right hand.

Lao Zhang Tou compared his right hand with Mo Xie's right hand, and he found that Mo Xie's right hand was not abnormal at all except that it was a little more tender than himself, and his right hand had a few more calluses than Mo Ye's.

"Have you ever heard of the 'unicorn arm'? ”

Mo Xie quickly withdrew his right hand, there was not much meat in the dishes in the Fly Restaurant, so if he didn't hurry up, it was estimated that there would be no more meat in the dishes on the plate.

"Qilin arm? Hey, if you don't say it, you won't say it, what kind of calf are you talking about? ”

Old Zhang Tou naturally didn't believe it, but Zhang Xiaotong on the side laughed out loud after listening to Mo Xie's words.

Obviously, as a younger generation, she knows more about 'some aspects' than Lao Zhangtou.

"Brother Mo, how many years are you 'Qilin Arm'?"

It is easy for girls to open the conversation when they smile, Zhang Xiaotong asked with a smile.

"Probably...... A few months. ”

Mo Xie frowned and calculated, then replied.

His face was full of seriousness.

"Huh. ”

Zhang Xiaotong laughed and trembled, and Lao Zhang was confused.

"Eat the vegetables, eat the vegetables. ”

The first bowl of dishes served was lettuce roast pork, just during the conversation, more than half of the meat on the plate was missing, and Lao Zhangtou was very quick to grab a few chopsticks and send them into Zhang Xiaotong's bowl, so as not to wait for his daughter to not even see a meat foam.

"Mo Xie, eat slowly, eat slowly, there are still vegetables behind, don't worry, don't worry. ”

Looking at Mo Ye's eating appearance, Lao Zhangtou beat a drum in his heart.

I'm really sorry for his current appearance! Anyway, he is also a person who has been abroad, why hasn't he become more elegant?

The ancients were honest and did not deceive me!

He sighed.

However, his attention was quickly diverted to other places.

Silly Dazhuang came back from ordering, but he didn't come back empty-handed, only to see a whole case of beer in his hand.

……

The time of the meal passed quickly, during which he toasted Mo Xie with his courage and stiff neck, and after three or five bottles, he lay on the table.

Mo Xie knew that Silly Dazhuang was pretending to be drunk, but he didn't break it, but let Zhang Xiaotong and Lao Zhang Tou half-carry and half-mop him to the taxi on the side of the road and send him away.

Before leaving, Lao Zhangtou also took out his stupid wallet and settled the account at the front desk.

"Have time to contact, by the way, Mo Ye, what is your mobile phone number?"

After sending away the stupid Dazhuang, the three of them said goodbye on the side of the street, and Lao Zhangtou finally asked a very high-level question.

"Mobile phone number?"

Mo Xie's mobile phone was obtained through 'extraordinary channels', how did he know what the mobile phone number of this mobile phone was.

"Wait, Lao Zhang, you report your number to me, and I'll call you. ”

At that moment, he put his right hand into the inner pocket of his coat, and under the cover of this action, Mo Ye took out his old country machine, which had not been charged since he got it, from the space bracelet.

"Ah, my number is ......"

Lao Zhangtou was about to report the number, but Zhang Xiaotong, who was holding his hand at the moment, interrupted him.

"Leave my number. ”

At that moment, she reported her number to Mo Ye.

"Okay, I'm available. ”

After exchanging numbers, Mo Xie waved goodbye to the two very neatly, then turned into the corner and disappeared into the crowd.

"Xiaotong, you are ...... with stupid Dazhuang"

Seeing that the outsiders were gone one by one, Lao Zhangtou saw that he could finally educate his children, but ......

"You don't have to worry about my business!"

seems to be in line with the concept of 'turning the face first to be strong', Zhang Xiaotong threw out the 'seven-character mantra' before Lao Zhangtou moved out of the tirade, so Lao Zhangtou's next lines only left such a routine:

"You! I'll pull you ...... with a handful of and a handful of pee."

The boring bridge has been staged in every corner of the world.

It's just that some of the corners are different versions.

For example, at the bottom of a certain mountain in the northwest, similar to this scene that happened in the Zhou family's Tiankeng stronghold:

"How's it going, Mr. Daywalker, is this boy's urine still authentic?"

The Daywalker siblings who fell into Mr. Qin's hands were now firmly tied to a special torture rack, in which the Daywalker Sith had a funnel stuffed into his mouth, and one of Mr. Qin's subordinates was pouring some kind of orange-yellow unknown liquid into the funnel.

Mr. Qin was still drinking, and the expression on his face was intoxicated, in stark contrast to the current Sith's distorted expression and smoking chest.

"Hey, Mr. Qin, you just want to know the specific plan of this blood clan's invasion of heaven and dynasty! I've already said what I need to say, why do you still torture him?"

Emily was tied to the Sith, and she could clearly feel the Sith's trembling and spasms, and she could empathize with the Sith's suffering.

"That's all you say, so I haven't touched you, and I'll arrange for my men to let you go." As for this Mr. Daywalker...... I'd rather die than give in, I like hard bones the most, come, keep pouring!"

Mr. Qin said, I don't know if he was drunk or emotional, his face was so red as if he was about to drip blood, it was terrifying.

He was purely looking for trouble, which was clear to both the Daywalker brothers and sisters who were tied to the torture rack and the men who were surrounding him.

"Hey, isn't it just the last time I was in Russia and I was abused alone? If you don't feel convinced, you can fight him again? What kind of hero is playing these methods!"

Emily scolded.

"Hey, little girl, if you weren't worried about being infected with a vampire, and the labor and management didn't have a condom on hand, see if I don't wear your broken mouth, damn it, get on it! Plug her mouth for me! No, forget it! Just throw her outside for me!"

Mr. Qin smashed the bottle in his hand to the ground, and he had already rolled up half of his sleeve, but when he raised his hand and saw the numbers on his watch, he suddenly measured the truth.

"Woo!

The Sith of the Daywalker was burned by the Child's Urine, but based on the strong vitality of the Blood Clan and the characteristics of the Daywalker, he would not be killed by the Child's Urine, and when Mr. Qin raised his wrist, he already knew what the other party was thinking, and he struggled violently at the moment.

He seemed to be shouting something, and his whole face turned red.

"You're not going to end well. ”

Emily said this to Mr. Qin when she was taken away.

Mr. Qin just smiled, and he felt extremely comfortable as he watched the Sith struggle harder and harder.

"Unplug the funnel and listen to what he has to say. ”

It wasn't until it was estimated that Emily was about to be sent outside to receive the baptism of the sun that Mr. Qin gave Sith a chance to speak.

"Ahem!"

The funnel was pulled out, and the Sith hung his head and coughed for a long time.

"What you want to say, you can say now. ”

Mr. Qin pressed the newly opened bottle in his hand against Sith's chin, forcing the latter to look up at him.

"I want to say: it's going to explode here!"

Sith gasped several times and exhaled the heavy smell of urine on Mr. Qin's face, and then he shouted.

"Boom!"

Without warning, the Sith's body exploded.

The explosion produced neither flames nor smoke, only red blood and splinters of bone that were as red as flames, but it was no less powerful than ordinary tactical missiles.