I leaned over and rushed towards the Pear King's legs. I wanted to hit his legs with my shoulders.

But this time, I lost the bet, the calves of the pear king are thicker than my thighs, especially his knees, which are covered by a thick layer of fat, and my bump is not powerful.

I don't exaggerate how I feel like I've hit a lump of marshmallows.

I was dumbfounded, but the Pear King took the opportunity to catch me.

He snorted a few times, and with a single force, he lifted me up like a punching bag. The Pear King snorted and pushed forward again.

My "sandbag" rushed to the ground and smashed it.

The ground here is all wooden, and I was miserable, and after I fell, my whole stomach had the meaning of turning over the river and the sea, and I also wanted to vomit.

At this time, the beard made a move, he took out the posture of a little yak, and rushed to the back of the pear king, and then he jumped up with a pinch of scale, and hit the pear king's back socket with his shoulder.

Beard's move, if you deal with a very ordinary strong man, it is definitely a very fatal blow, the problem is that his opponent is the pear king, who is an existence with super ordinary weight and extraordinary fat.

With a popping sound, his beard was like a piece of meat, and his face was pressed against the back of the pear queen, and it was estimated that he suffocated it for a while.

After the beard climbed down from the pear king, he was a little confused, and he couldn't stop coughing.

The Pear King didn't rush to turn around, but he sensed it, someone had just attacked him. This pear king, there are so many strange tricks.

He chuckled out a disgusting and weird laugh, snorted, and fell on his back again.

I lay on the ground and watched as my beard was crushed by a mountain of meat. In the end, the beard became a cushion and was crushed under the pear king.

I was very pessimistic all of a sudden, and said in my heart that the bearded man, don't hang up because of this, and think about it, those policemen who die in the line of duty are often killed by bullets or murder weapons, which is more or less acceptable, but what to do after the beard dies? People ask him how he died? Could it be that he replied that he was too cowardly and was crushed to death by a fat man?

I can't describe what my heart feels like, and I shout the name of the beard at this moment.

The Pear King took a very annoying posture and twisted his body again, and finally he used his hands and feet again to get up from the ground.

This way, I can see the beard. I found that the beard was not dead, at least his chest was down, indicating that he was still angry, but his limbs trembled from time to time, and it was estimated that it was not much better now, and life and death were only a few breaths.

I wanted to lean over and see the injuries to my beard. The pear king didn't give me a chance, he stood in front of the beard, spread his feet again, and slowly squatted down.

His actions reminded me of sumo, and isn't he a big sumo?

I don't know much about sumo, but I've watched TV and know how big the impact is.

I gritted my teeth and got up from the ground and looked at the pear king.

The eyes of the pear king are too small, almost wrapped in fat, like a soybean grain. I couldn't see his eyes, and I couldn't guess what he was thinking.

After going on like this for a second or two, the Pear King suddenly moved. And it's definitely what makes me pessimistic.

He literally rushed at me.

I don't know if it's the subjective consciousness at work, but I feel the air shaking and the ground shaking.

With my size and magnitude, if I really want to collide with the Pear King, then I will definitely take the wrong medicine and beat the chicken blood.

I was subconsciously influenced, and I let out a whoop and turned around and fled.

I ran to the other end of the hallway, and Pear King took a desperate stance and chased after me firmly.

I ran for about ten meters and finally came across the stairs. I didn't think about it that much, I just comforted myself that there was a road ahead, otherwise I would die.

I ran up the stairs. There is also a corner next to this staircase, and there is also a small platform and a row of handrails at the corner, where anyone standing here can see every move on the first floor.

I took the opportunity to look at the handrail, and another thought popped into my mind.

I said in my heart that I was really going to go down the stairs stupidly, and the pear king still wanted to chase me, in case he stepped on his bald feet, wouldn't he roll down?

And I'm right in front of him, and if he rolls like this, won't he hurt the fish in the pond?

But the handrail is different, and I can take advantage of this terrain to kill the pear king.

I hurriedly "braked" and leaned back into the row of handrails. I ended up standing in front of the armrest, facing the pear king, with my back almost against the armrest.

I shouted at the pear king, anyway, it's not good, fat people, big pigs, and the like all pop up.

Pear King is not deaf either, and when he heard it, he beat his chest angrily as he ran, like a gorilla that has lost its hair.

I saw the Pear King get closer and closer to me, and at last the moment he saw him hit me, I fell to the ground.

In this way, the pear king is undoubtedly equivalent to hitting the handrail. And what inertia is he? When he wants to brake suddenly, it's a little hard.

Pear King finally grabbed the handrail with his hand. The handrail was surrounded by strong force, and it clicked and clicked. And the body of the pear king, almost half straddling the armrest, barely fell down.

After I saw this scene, I thought to myself, why is this rabbit's life so big? Even God takes care of him?

But I don't want to buy God's account, and I don't want to leave the scourge of the Pear King. I sat up and wrapped my hands around Pear King's feet.

I have one of the biggest strengths, and sometimes I have amazing explosiveness. I relied on this temporary momentum, especially when I was exerting my strength, I also shouted in my mouth, "Grass you, go you!" ”

The Pear King's body tilted sideways again, and after the balance was broken, the Pear King screamed in a hurry, but what was the use?

In the end, like a Roshan, the pear king fell from the second floor.

I leaned against the handrail and looked down. I also watched as the Pear King finally fell to the ground on the first floor, and with a bang, a large stream of blood burst out from under him.

The blood was scattered in all directions, and it was all over the place, and it was a coincidence that it sprayed on the body of Brother not far away.

He was now on the first floor, holding a bamboo tube to do the task he was supposed to do, and he was stimulated by the blood, and he snorted.

He originally looked angry, wondering which bastard was wrong with him, but when he found the dead Pear Queen, he was obviously shocked. He looked up again.

I looked at him, and at this moment, my heart was still beating hard, but I didn't want to show it.

I only gave a thumbs up to Brother, that means, Lao Tzu is not cowardly! In addition, at this moment, I am more concerned about the beard.

I didn't even have time to catch my breath and rushed to my feet. Walk back again.

I'm worried that while the beard is injured and falls to the ground, the jade fox won't rush out and sneak attack the beard or something.

But when I saw the beard, I found that this time the situation was very optimistic. Not only is the beard no big deal, but at this moment he is sitting on the jade fox, especially with his legs on the jade fox's dumplings, and the beard is slapping the jade fox and fanning the jade fox.

This jade fox is ten ** sneak attacks and will not be captive, and she has long been dizzy, let alone resist at this moment.

When Beard saw me, I casually pointed behind me and said that I had finished the Pear King.

The moment Hu Zi heard this, he also got up from the jade fox. He took out a look of hatred, pointed at the jade fox and said, "It's all you, it's all you, Lao Tzu didn't fight that 'fat pig' with his brother." ”

I took the opportunity to look around and found the leather case with the toxins in it. It was originally held by Beard, but after the two of us were attacked by the Pear King, the box was lost by Beard.

I hurried over and picked up the box.

The two of us didn't want to delay any longer, so we supported each other and went to meet the ugly lady and brother downstairs.

When I came to the first floor, I looked around, and it was obvious that there had been a fight here, because some of the attendants were either lying dirty in the corner, or hanging on chairs, probably by the ugly lady and the brother, not by the darts to knock out.

Brother and Ugly Lady didn't say much about what they had just experienced, and when they saw the suitcase, they immediately focused on the suitcase.

The ugly lady asked me and the beard, "Is there a toxin in this?" Are you sure? ”

The beard nodded, and gestured to us again, that means, hurry up.

The ugly lady came up more seriously, she insisted that we open the suitcase, just here and now, to see the goods.

I couldn't understand the logic of this for a while, and the beard hesitated a little, and then dialed the password again.

Finally the suitcase clicked open. The four of us crouched in front of the suitcase and looked inside together.

The position of the bottles and cans changed slightly, presumably because of the bumps, but fortunately they were not broken.

The ugly lady and the brother looked at these dark green liquids, and they all showed very excited expressions for a while.

The ugly lady grabbed one of the bottles, and waited for the bottle to be lifted. Brother also has movements.

He looked around, ran to a corner, and found a bottle of liquor.

This wine is probably for the entourage to drink. Brother brought the wine bottle over.

The ugly lady took advantage of the time to open the bottle containing the toxin, this bottle is dead packaging, there is no bottle cap or anything. The ugly lady had to make a small hole in the bottle.

Brother held the wine bottle, and the ugly lady poured the toxin into the wine bottle at once.

I had nothing to do with Beard, and for a while I became a bystander.

I noticed that the next strange phenomenon appeared, after the dark green toxin came into contact with the liquor, it quickly dispersed, and the color disappeared immediately.

The ugly lady cautiously sniffed at the bottle.

She frowned, and motioned to us, does that mean smell?

The beard leaned over first, took out a vigorous sniff, and when he finished sniffing, he also frowned, but didn't say anything.

I guess this guy is slippery, and I can't figure out what I was before I learned, and I was holding my breath. I didn't do that this time, but cautiously approached and really sucked.

The taste of this wine is strange and fishy.

After that, Brother also sniffed it, and he also exchanged opinions with the ugly girl, and finally the two of them concluded that the toxin was not fake.

In this way, I also understood that the two of them were inspecting the goods.

(Lao Jiu has a New Year's greeting to everyone, I wish you all a smooth new year, health and happiness!) ）