The murderer deliberately held a mace and smashed it specifically at the bearded telescopic stick. The pen "Fun" pavilion www.biquge.info and all of a sudden, the position was very correct, and the nail on the hammer stuck the telescopic stick.

Beard tried to pull the telescopic stick down, but the killer slammed it forward. The telescopic stick was immediately thrown off.

His beard suddenly became empty. He also knew that the situation was not good, so he took the initiative to retreat again.

However, in the process of retreating, the beard also scratched the murderer's chest hard.

This grasp is estimated to have pinched the meat, and the murderer couldn't help but sigh. He was also angry because of this, and he swung his telescopic stick and kept greeting to his beard.

The beard was very shadgy, and the ground was half sand and half mud under his feet. The beard didn't pay attention, and he fell down when he lost his balance.

The murderer smirked and deliberately raised the mace. At this time, I had just circled behind the murderer. I understand that whether or not I can save the beard depends on what I do.

I was so hard that I used almost all my strength on the telescopic stick and smashed it into the back of the murderer's chest.

I'm quite right, I think I'm pretty accurate, who knows that the murderer is like having eyes on his back, and he suddenly twisted his body.

I ended up hitting him on the right shoulder. And by the feeling of his hand, I am sure that he did not have any armor in his clothes, and the stick really hit the flesh and blood, the question is, why is the murderer's body so horizontal? He was hit this time, but he was not seriously injured at all.

I was stunned, and the murderer was like a donkey, and he raised his leg and kicked it back.

I was hit in the stomach, and I felt like I had been kicked, and I was clearly pushed up by a stake.

I sat backwards, and was carried by a strong force, and I rolled half a circle, and finally lay on the ground like a bastard.

My eyes were full of stars, and by no exaggeration, I was torn between being unconscious and not being unconscious.

The killer continued to target the beard. I don't know what happened again, but Beard screamed anyway. It irritates me.

The mistake between me and Beard is that we underestimated the murderer's skills, but there are also regret pills in this world, and I dwell on the matter of making mistakes or not mistakes, which is not interesting.

I don't want my beard to die, to be headbanded by a spirit. I snorted, picked myself up again, and scrambled to my feet from the ground.

I looked at it, the beard was half sitting and half lying on the ground, his shoulder was bleeding, presumably from a nail hammer. And the murderer, with a mace, happened to continue to abuse.

I'm also unarmed now, but I suddenly had a consciousness that a small figure appeared in front of my eyes and told me what trick to use in a while.

I guess the chip is working again. I followed this feeling and got up and rushed towards the murderer.

And I took the distance and finally jumped. I first hugged the murderer's left arm tightly with both hands, and then clamped the murderer's right arm tightly with my legs.

To put it bluntly, my whole body was like a big clip, firmly restraining the murderer.

The killer never expected me to do this. He hummed and tried to struggle. But the more he struggled, the more I stumbled, and I made up my mind.

I gritted my teeth and a phrase popped out from between my teeth, "Beard, get on!"

The beard grinned in pain, watching from the sidelines. He was more reminded than I was, and he reacted immediately.

He stood up and stopped picking up the telescopic stick. He opened his mouth, revealing the row of big white teeth, but now the teeth were twisted and twisted, and they were a little deformed.

Hu Zi didn't care, but pounced on the murderer, and muttered, "Lao Tzu bites you to death, bastard." ”

The murderer is not stupid, and he struggles even more. But I left him in vain, and I looked forward to the moment when my beard bit him.

What I think is, when I catch him for a while, I don't care if he has a lot of flesh on his face, what is there if he is disfigured?

But just as the mouth of the beard was close to the murderer's face, something strange happened. From my current perspective, I don't see what's going on. All I know is that a white mist appeared in front of the murderer's face, and this white mist also hit the mouth of the beard.

The beard suddenly became dull and stupid, especially a little cross-eyed. Not to mention that he didn't bite anyone, he snorted and stepped back, and finally poofed, lying on the ground like mud.

I kept shouting the mustache's name, trying to get him back on his feet. But the beard didn't react, but he was the murderer, and he had the next move.

He jerked back and slammed it into the ground.

I'm behind him, and I'm on my back. And I fell all over my body, and my skeleton felt like it was going to fall apart.

I can't wrap my killer's hands around anymore. Although he fell like this, the mace was free, but because of this, he was not bound by me, and he immediately got up without delay.

During this time, I tried to tear a few more times, especially when I touched the murderer's right foot.

He wears a Grim Reaper costume and a set of boots on his feet. I touched the boot on his right foot, and I was stunned for a moment, and I couldn't say why, anyway, I thought his right foot was a little weird.

The killer stared at me. Who knows what he's going to have in his head. Suddenly, he fell to his knees again and grabbed me by the neck.

I was suffocated, and I couldn't help but kick my legs straight at that.

Now I'm down and he's up. I was at a complete disadvantage, and I tried to break free from his hands, but I couldn't.

I can't toss any more, otherwise in a few dozen seconds, I will not be able to bear it, and I will be confused.

I used a stupid trick to choke him by the neck as well. I said in my heart that let's just fight to the death and see who can hold their breath.

It was also very uncomfortable for the murderer to be by me like this. But instead of letting go of his hands on me, he tried to press his face down as much as he could.

I got closer and closer to him, and in fact, I blamed me for being stupid and forgetting how the beard was just planted.

The mask of death worn by the murderer has a small Qiankun, and the mouth of the mask is alive. He opened his mouth at me, and spewed out a white mist.

And he was very damaged, and the moment the white mist sprayed on my face, he suddenly let go of his hands.

I let go of my neck and subconsciously took a breath. This white mist was all in my lungs.

This white mist is so sweet that I immediately thought of the drug. I secretly said that it was not good, but now that I have sucked and sucked, I can't do it, and my body has become soft like a marshmallow.

The killer stared at me with satisfaction and rubbed his neck again. He wasn't very comfortable being pinched by me. Especially at this moment, he also spoke.

His tone was very sharp, probably deliberately sharpening his voice. He said, ", something!"

He stood up again, strode over to the mace, and picked up the weapon.

He looked at me on the left and the beard on the right. I guess he's thinking about who will kill him first.

Coincidentally, a police car appeared on a road not far from the bottom of the cliff. These police cars are still flashing with police lights, flashing and flashing.

The murderer sighed and asked us again, "Which rabbit cub called the police?"

My beard and I have difficulty moving now, but we still have the strength to speak. Hu Zi said first, "Brother, persuade you to turn yourself in, now you are all confessing and lenient, what you are doing is not a big deal, as long as you really change your ways, you can stay in prison for a few years." ”

I said in my heart that if you can talk to your brain, you can shoot him once for the murderer's crime, killing four female anchors in a row, and attacking the police or something, and shooting him once is considered light.

But I also know that the murderer must not be provoked now, otherwise there will be no turning point.

I didn't think about it so much, and then the bearded man said, "Brother, we will protect you then, believe me, you will turn yourself in, and it will never be fine." ”

The murderer listened silently, but finally he spat and pinned the mace to his waist.

He said, "Let Ye turn himself in, no way! His grandmother, if you two are hammered to death, it will be too cheap for you, I have to let you experience the joy of death." ”

My scalp was tingling after listening to it. The murderer leaned in on his beard again, reached out and grabbed him by the shoulder, and dragged him to the edge of the cliff like a dead dog.

I'm in a hurry, give me a few words. The murderer came to turn a deaf ear.

Finally he opened Santana's driver's door and shoved his beard inside.

The killer didn't stop and walked up to me again. I found that he had a good memory, so I felt in my pocket and found the key to BYD.

He kept the keys for himself and emphasized, "Your car is much better than mine." ”

And when I wanted to say something more, he tore a piece of cloth from me and shoved it into my mouth. All I could do was whine.

He dragged me to the passenger seat of Santana, opened the door, and shoved me in.

Beard and I, two brothers and sisters, got together again for a while. Before the murderer closed the car door again, he deliberately looked at the two of us, and added with a strange smile, "There will be sea water all around you in a while, and if you two want to die quickly, drink seawater." The salt in it will quickly make you unconscious, remember it, and experience that process, which is very wonderful. ”

I can figure out what he's trying to do. And at this moment, Hu Zi knew that the murderer was determined to harm us, so he simply stopped being polite, and scolded in his throat, "You bastard, Lao Tzu fucks your whole family, and you won't give money!"

The murderer ignored his beard and waited for the car door to slam shut.

The murderer sat in BYD again. He set the car on fire and honked his horn twice, as if to see us off.

He asked BYD to stand up to Santana again. I watched as Santana crossed the edge of the cliff little by little, and finally I leaned and fell with Santana.

My head was buzzing, and for a moment it was blank. I was completely surrounded by fear.

His beard is not much better than mine. The two of us can only scream in various ways, especially if he can still scream, at least there is a way to vent, I was gagged, and the one who screamed was called a grievance.

The moment Santana finally hit the sea. Suddenly my eyes went white.

I guess it's the Santanari airbags that are all out at this moment. This is the murderer's car, and this car must have been modified by the murderer. There are a lot of airbags in the car, so let's just say that my whole person is wrapped in at least three airbags.

I didn't die coldly, but the force of falling from the sky also made me unable to bear it, and I was pressed by the air bag, and I fainted all of a sudden. (To be continued.) )