When the tattoo Shi and the long-haired male walked out of the yard, the yellow-haired younger brother had already surrounded the prince dragon and his party. And the tattoo history appears last, and the number one or twenty people behind him are more like an ornament.

Tattoo Shi shook the nine huge black dragon tattoos coiled around his waist with his upper body winding down, the tail just lying on his chest, as if breaking out of his body, the nine dragons were writhing with the movements of his body, looking evil and terrifying, giving people the feeling of a group of dragons dancing. He shook his hands with a big grin. There was a serious look on his face. Said slowly: That decrepit boy named Prince Dragon, come over to me.

Prince Long smiled calmly: You are the eldest brother of Huang Hai, and you put dozens of people to bluff me Prince Long. It's funny.

In addition to the dozen or so people in the Huang Mao group, there are also a large number of melon-eating people who don't know the truth, and when they heard Prince Long's flamboyant words, they danced excitedly. Some people are still fanning the wind on the side and saying: Brother Long, go on. Kill these decrepit boys. A large crowd suddenly began to emerge at the entrance of the school, and even passers-by who passed by on the side stopped to look, Rao is tattoo history is also considered an old Jianghu, and it is a little uncomfortable to be surrounded by so many people.

A passer-by wears glasses and is dressed in black, with a blood-colored skeleton behind him. Some people around saw it and stayed away. This is the Skull and Bones Society. A passer-by pointed in a whisper, and then pedaled his bicycle without saying anything.

Prince Long?tattoo Shi sighed and said: You don't know that Huang Mao is my younger brother, you don't know that I am afraid of getting sick. He raised his hand and said with a smile: "Brothers, kill him for me." After that, he closed his eyes, as if he couldn't bear to watch the tragedy that happened next.

Several of the yellow-haired younger brothers raised their fists and hit the prince dragon, and the prince dragon flashed sideways, and a hook punch was as heavy as a meteor. It slammed into the stomach of a fat man, and the fat man screamed, turned his head and ran. collided with the person behind him. A few people around Dase obviously came to fill the façade, to put it bluntly, it was to make up the number of people, some time ago, the thirteen bronze people of Lan Xiang's second year of high school came to the third middle school to find a sense of existence, and they were chased by Dase for three streets with a knife, and the two are still lying in the hospital. Such a ruthless thing has never dared to be done in the history of tattoos. A few of them shot cigarettes at Da Se, with a flattering face, and a tall and thin young man salivated and said: Brother Se, I am the bamboo pole that I ate with Dongzi with you a few days ago. The flood washed away the Dragon King Temple, and the family did not enter the door. The one on the side is also almost covered: Brother Da Se, if you say it today. I can turn half the water against half of the brethren. Dase patted his arm and asked, "What is your bamboo pole called?" It's called a fat cow. Dase nodded, sighed and said: I was going to shake people, but he could do it alone. It seems that he is not very reliable.

Prince Long turned around and put down several people one by one, and there was an indescribable smoothness between the clouds. He usually doesn't practice for nothing, with a left hook and a straight right. Left horizontal kick, right side kick. After a set of combinations, four or five people were beaten crying dad and shouting mother, and people turned on their backs. Within a few minutes, no one dared to step forward. Q Tsai and Wen Tsai are also two people in full swing pulling a rural-urban junction to beat wildly, beating him with a nosebleed wildly, one hand blocking the stormy attack of the two, and the other hand keeps wiping the nosebleed. The scene was terrifying.

The scene was suddenly terrifyingly quiet. It's as if time has stopped. But no matter who you are, you know the history of tattoos, and this guy is now overwhelming. It's a lot of money.

Let one go, let one go. I saw a red sports car coming in front of him, and the speed was so fast that it was as if God had given him a pair of "angel wings," and in the warm sun, the body seemed to be coated with a faint halo, which was really beautiful! People who knew the goods suddenly exclaimed: Porsche 911. I saw the car door slowly open, and a shiny bald head came out of it, and he got out of the car and opened a passage with four or five younger brothers. The car pressed the horn bar, which was extremely harsh.

The tattoo Shi was quite dissatisfied and shouted at the bald head: Li Guangtou, what are you doing here. Today I don't give anyone face to the tattoo history. Damn, he pointed to the yellow hair on the side and said: You go and buy me two cups of cappuccino, remember to add ice.

Huang Mao was stunned for a moment and said: How to solve those boys, the tattoo Shi pushed him and said: I have so many brothers, he ran away. Your brother's mouth is now dry to death, as if he had been burned by fire. Remember to ask your boss to add more ice. Huang Mao nodded, and trotted away.

Li Guangtou touched his bald head and squinted at the tattoo history: Did you see that car, Wei Shao's car. As long as you dare to smash me, you will be shut up. If you don't dare to smash it, you will dig your head so that you don't want to speak. He waved to the red supercar not far away. Then he looked at the big color next to Xiao Yu and said with a smile: Isn't this my big color brother, you are watching the monkey here. Da Se raised his hand and scolded with a smile: I went out in the third class, and there was no grass. Li Guangtou smiled, stood in the crowd with his hands folded, and lit a cigarette.

began to swallow the clouds and spew fog.

The tattoo Shi showed a fierce light, and several little brothers around him suddenly understood, and walked towards Prince Long and them, and a person in the crowd abruptly threw out the instant noodles that had not been eaten yet, just smashing them in the face. Hot soup and instant noodles flowed from their heads. On the head and mouth are instant noodles. The people around were afraid that they would be harmed, and the crowd suddenly walked away and dispersed. I saw a man wearing a white hat. The face is still as white as snow, but in addition to the snow white, it glows with a very clear and soft brilliance, such as cutting, such as grinding, such as gold, such as tin, such as jade, and it is becoming more and more vivid day by day. He had a baseball bat in his hand. Next to them stood two muscular men like door gods, with their green muscles exposed. It looks powerful.

The tattoo history is well-informed, and he was stunned for a moment and muttered: This is a white robe with a knife hand, damn. Here's what's going on. As soon as the long-haired male beside him saw the white robe, he silently walked into the compound of the bubble tea shop with seven or eight little brothers with a gloomy face. As the so-called name of a person, the shadow of a tree. The white robe is more closed than them on the road, since the situation is not right. Of course, the best policy is to go through the 36 strategies. This is also the wise way of long-haired male self-preservation.

The white robe squinted, and a person walked up. Start work left and right. A few slaps were slapped in the faces of several yellow-haired gangsters. None of the dozen or so people dared to fight back. But the tattoo history felt that this crisp sound seemed to hit his face. But looking at the two muscular men beside the white robe, they didn't dare to say a cruel word.

The white robe moved his body and said to Xiao Yu with a smile: "Ah Long, how do you want to play." His eyes swept to Prince Long. Out of the corner of his eye, he looked around the audience. Prince Long looked at the tattoo history and said word by word: You said that you didn't give anyone face today, right? Every word is beady, and every word is heartfelt. Tattoo history looked around. found that he was still a strong man. Although there is a white cloud knife hand on the opposite side. But today's battle may be a battle for your own fame. After a moment of silence, he said: You know Brother Baipao, and my Brother Shi will also give you face. I don't take advantage of the strength of the crowd to bully you. As long as you can pick up my brothers. I have nothing to say. Several younger brothers around him also shouted that if they didn't accept it, they would do it.

Prince Long sighed. He walked alone towards the tattoo history. Several younger brothers in the history of tattoos have the heart to block. But looking at the machete he held in his hand, his heart was cold. Even if there is the courage of ten thousand people. But in front of the machete. What bravery. Whatever is closed is a puffy cloud.

Walk in front of the tattoo history. The tattoo history is empty around him. But he wasn't afraid. He thought in his heart that if he came in a white robe with a knife. This is a shameless face, so he can only run away in disgrace. But this student boy named Prince Dragon. Although it can be beaten, it has a fart use. So he arrogantly opened his hands. It's like hugging the prince dragon. But his mouth kept saying, like a machine gun: Come on, come on, stab me Brother Shi in the stomach. Your brother Shi is a wheat planter when he moves.

It's so awesome. Xiao Yu said in amazement. He raised his hand and said, "Q boy, come here." Q boy twisted his head. Striding meteor ran over. A machete slashed into the tattooed Shi's arm with a whoosh. Blood splattered.

History of tattoos, slight invasion of the body. There was no blood on his face. Q boy is another knife. Swords. It's pretty sharp. He laughed as he chopped: My boss asked me to tell you, you plant wheat and go to the morgue to blow the air conditioner. Everyone present was terrified.

Q Tsai's fame is a foregone conclusion. The prince dragon beside him waved his hand and said with a smile: Stop, stop. Ya Ma fell. White robe, your team. I was almost beaten to death by this dog at the school gate. Q Boy threw the blood-spattered machete into Ah Wen's hand. Wipe your hands and say: This beetle really doesn't know whether to live or die. Also pretending to be the underworld. It's really blind to my dog's eye. Everyone dispersed.

Bai Pao took out a mobile phone from his pocket and made a call. In about five minutes, seven or eight Yamahas came galloping in, each wearing a helmet and carrying a machete. Lined up. The white robe patted the tattooed Shi's face full of blood: You know don't provoke my dragon brother in the future, otherwise I will really send you to blow the air conditioner. After that, I got on a Yamaha. The convoy disappeared into the crowd like a gust of wind. Li Guangtou began to rub his big bald head again. He also quickly got on the red supercar. Then he sighed silently: Prince Long, Da Se. It seems that I have to report to Wei Shao. This group of people is not simple. Even the history of tattoos is just done. Really it.

A girl looked at this sword light and blood shadow in surprise, and her heart was as sweet as eating honey. I saw that the girl was wearing a white shirt with a fancy collar on the upper body, a small black suit on the outside, a standard black tube skirt on the lower body, two long legs wrapped in black stockings sitting side by side on a black car, and a pair of high heels inlaid with silver trim on the feet, a little more beautiful but not dignified, at this time she was looking out of the window with a calm face, and a girlfriend next to her whispered: whisper, this prince dragon is so closed. Are you spring-hearted, full of spring. Xiao Yu touched his long hair and smiled: What kind of Ah Shi won't call the police. My girlfriend shook her head: If you do this kind of thing. He will not be welcomed in the whole way. He was beheaded, but he suffered a small loss. An idle person like him will either continue to work or swallow his anger if he suffers a loss.

Xiao Yu nodded and looked at the sunset. I looked at the guy not far away. Whisper: Let's go, let's go home.

Prince Long and his party also flashed, but Huang Mao was twisting milk tea at this time, and went out to see the tattoo history of a pool of blood. Dumbfounded. He hurriedly supported his eldest brother. Tattoo history is full of resentment. But he knew that today he planted. Planted in the hands of a fledgling junior high school. Others will mention themselves in the future. Will surely say with contempt:

Tattoo history? He was cut a few streets by a young man in the first year of junior high school. It's gone.