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Another drop.

The right hand holding the kitchen knife trembled with effort, and the red blood snaked down the arm, bypassing the tattered and curly blade, and dripping to the ground.

"Rely on ・・・・・・," Hu mouthed roughly, gasping for breath.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound.

Du Sheng turned his head to look, only to see Scarface suddenly half-kneeling on the ground, countless large and small wounds instantly cracked and exploded on his body, just like putting a red-hot soldering iron into water to quench, green smoke accompanied by a sharp hissing gushing out of Scarface's wounds.

"Hey・・・・・・ hey・・・・・・ it seems that Lao Tzu doesn't lose ・・・・・・ ・・・・・・"

A mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth, and Hu Kou also half-knelt down, and the green light that originally wrapped his body suddenly dissipated with this mouthful of blood.

"Uncle Hu!" Du Sheng rushed to Hu Kouku's side and tried to hold Hu Kouku's body.

"Damn," Hu Kou roughly spat out the kitchen knife in his mouth, "I really want to ・・・・・・ smoke a cigarette・・・・・・"

"Okay, you wait." Du Sheng wiped his tears, took out one from his thick pocket and handed it to him, and took out a lighter, but the cigarette was already soaked in blood, and no matter how he lit it, it couldn't be ignited.

"Forget it, so be it." Hu Kou took a cigarette in his mouth, shook his head with a smile: "Stinky boy, Lao Tzu・・・・・・ Lao Tzu doesn't seem to be able to do it・・・・・・"

"Damn, why are you so easy to die!" Du Sheng scolded, his eyes full of tears.

"Hehe, this time・・・・・・ it's really not going to work this time・・・・・・" Breathing became more and more difficult, and Hu Kou held back the pain: "Stinky boy・・・・・・ Lao Tzu has raised you for so many ・・・・・・years・・・・・・ and now you are going to die, you still call your fucking uncle, you can't call ・・・・・・ ・・・・・・ daddy・・・・・・ make Lao Tzu happy・・・・・・"

"Damn!" Du Sheng smiled, but his tears couldn't stop flowing: "Dad, Dad, Dad!" Satisfied! After that, I'll call it a hundred and eighty times a day, and I'll call it until you want to vomit, okay? ”

"Hey, good son, ahem-." Hu Kou laughed roughly, and suddenly coughed up another mouthful of blood: "Listen, wait a while, how far you run, never・・・・・・ never come back, hear no ・・・・・・"

"I'm not running!" Du Sheng held Hu Kou tightly tightly.

"Haha." Hu Kou smiled heartily and slowly stood up with Du Sheng's support.

"Listen, Lao Tzu wants you to live ・・・・・・ well!"

Hu Kou roared roughly, and suddenly threw his arm violently, and the kitchen knife took off his hand in response, and flew out towards Du Sheng's back like an offline arrow, and the blade carried a gust of wind where it passed, and actually rolled the fog behind Du Sheng into a deep crack, leading straight to the dark depths outside the fog.

"Don't come back!" Hu Kou kicked Du Sheng back.

"Want to run?" A vicious voice suddenly came from the top of his head, Du Sheng raised his head suddenly, and the volley that swept towards him was the little monster that had become the terrifying appearance of eight years ago, but this appearance was even more hideous than eight years ago, and the fangs on his face and the claws on his fingertips looked more dangerous than eight years ago.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the little monster's sharp claws were no more than half a foot away from Du Sheng, but they suddenly stopped. Looking again, I saw that the little monster's expression suddenly became extremely painful. Under the bloody mouth, the small neck is being clutched by a bloody hand.

It's a rough mouth.

"Damn it・・・・・・" Hukou shook it violently, and the little monster came out of his hand, and with a loud bang, knocked a huge crater into the wall.

Cyan blood splattered all over the broken walls like a splash of ink.

"Speaking of which, Lao Tzu should have died a long time ago・・・・・・" Hu Kou coughed up two mouthfuls ・・・・・・of blood: "Lai has lived for so many years, he should ・・・・・・ have an explanation" Saying, Hu Kou looked back at Du Sheng.

Eight years ago, he was obviously a little kid, and before he knew it, he was fucking taller than Lao Tzu.

It's been a fucking fast day.

"Stinky boy, are you fucking chopping vegetables or do you have a grudge against this turnip?"

That year, Hu Kou looked at the white radish that had been "unloaded" on the board, and knocked Du Sheng's head with a pot and spoon while scolding.

Now, I think I can cut the radish properly.

"Stinky boy, you said that you don't smoke or drink, you don't have the demeanor of Lao Tzu at all, how can you inherit Lao Tzu's craftsmanship in the future?"

That year, Hu Kou was still desperately pouting Du Sheng to smoke a cigarette.

"Hmph, who wants to be like you, stinks all over your body."

At that time, Du Sheng was still pouting like a child.

Stinky boy, this temper is really like Lao Tzu.

A satisfied smile quietly bloomed at the corner of Hu's thick mouth.

"This confession, it seems, is not a loss・・・・・・・"

As he spoke, the blazing green light shot out from the ground again, wrapping the mouth in a thick ball, but the difference was that this time the green light became more dazzling and more intense than before, like a sudden flame, releasing all the afterglow before extinguishing it.

Scarface stood up again, and the fat man and the long-haired woman stood on the left and right sides, looking at the green light that was even more blazing than before, and did not dare to slack off.

A wave of air shook Du Sheng back a few steps, and the green light intensified, even illuminating this fog through, and an unprecedented sense of oppression squeezed every inch of space around him, as if as long as he got closer, he would be swallowed up by this flame-like light.

"Hmm・・・・・・" The frenzied force tore at the thick muscles, bones, and the last consciousness that remained in the heart.

Lao Tzu's craftsmanship, the stinky boy doesn't know how much he has learned, and he doesn't know if he can carry forward Lao Tzu's fried rice in another place.

"Hmm・・・・・・"

Even if you can't, you can make ends meet. Damn, no matter how much you cry, I don't bother to cook for you.

"Hmm・・・・・・"

Speaking of which, if you don't have Lao Tzu tossing you, you will be happy, and you don't have to pick up cigarette butts and collect wine bottles for Lao Tzu anymore.

Speaking of which, I still want to see you marry a daughter-in-law, don't learn from Lao Tzu to fight a bachelor for the rest of your life, otherwise Lao Tzu will have to knock your head up.

Speaking of which, damn it, there are so many wishes.

"Roar!" A beastly roar broke free from Hu Kou's throat, and Hu Kou stomped into a wave of qi and turned into a green arrow of light, heading straight for Scarface.

So fast, so strong!

The blow nearly shattered the air. The two figures stood side by side, and in the billowing green smoke, a blood-stained fist actually blasted through the other body. Even though that body is burly, in the face of such a powerful destructive force, it is as insignificant as a mantis arm as a car.

It's a fat man.

Blocked by the fat man was Scarface's face that could no longer be calm.

"Hmm・・・・・・" Heavy gasps mixed with a muffled grunt of pain writhed in the fat man's throat. The fat man turned his head slightly with difficulty.

The wind blew through the corners of the fat man's mouth, and along with a few buzzing words, disappeared into the vast night mist.

A wind, a shadow, a muffled sound.

Hu Kou jumped up like a thunderbolt and kicked a side, the blood-stained feet still stayed above the fat man's broken neck, and the scattered green smoke stayed in the air like a plaster sculpture, on the side, the scar's round eyes didn't have time to close, and the fat man's head had been kicked into the air by this kick, like a basketball that was out of his hand, slow, light, and drew a graceful arc in the air.

"Bang!" Turn back with your feet.

"Bang!" The head falls to the ground.

Ding was not cold, a blue shadow suddenly appeared from behind Hu Kou's thick waist, and when he blinked again, it was no more than a foot away from Hu Kou's thick waist.

Scattered hair, resentful eyes, and blue spikes that pointed directly at Hu Kou's thick body.

"Click!" It's like peeling a peanut, cracking a walnut or crushing a person's bones.

One-third of the blue spike had been inserted into Hu's thick waist, blood mixed with blood, and wounds were stacked on wounds, but the hand that was supposed to hold the spike and continue to stab the remaining two-thirds into it was not on the spike, but tremblingly held Hu's wrist.

The whole head of the long-haired woman, I don't know when, it was pinched by Hu Kou Buru with her hands!

Ever seen someone pinching a basketball with one hand? That's pretty much it.

Like a giggling grin from the Grim Reaper's mouth, the face that had been pinched to the extreme distortion in Hukou's rough hand shrank and collapsed little by little in the crisp sound of bones shattering. A hoarse wail broke free from the mouth of the long-haired woman, who was half-dangling in the air, tearing at her big hand like a beast that was slowly biting her head.

Suddenly, the green light on Hu Kouku's body turned into countless green light snakes, as if they had been hungry and thirsty for a long time, and as soon as these light snakes took shape, they opened their bloody mouths and bit fiercely towards the limbs of the long-haired woman. In an instant, it was like countless deadly green chains, firmly binding the hands and feet of the long-haired woman.

Whew――

The woman's right hand was ripped off her body.

Whew――

The woman's left foot was ripped off her body.

Whew――

The woman's right foot was ripped off her body.

Like tearing a piece of paper, the long-haired woman's limbs were torn apart under the mouth of the light snake, leaving only the head attached to the body, trembling in the thick hands of the bearded mouth, waiting for the final relief.

A tear broke free from the corner of the long-haired woman's eye, slid down the blood-stained fingertips, and gently slid down.

The blood-stained fingers tightened abruptly in the billowing smoke, and then slowly released.

There was a muffled sound, and there was another limbless body on the ground, and a head like a crumpled ball of paper attached to the neck.

"Poof-" Blood splattered on the ground, and Hu Kou suddenly stumbled, and took several steps back before he could barely hold his body.

Black blood gushed out little by little from the corners of his mouth, eyes, nostrils and ears.

The vision is getting blurred.

Consciousness is getting blurred.

I almost couldn't breathe.

This time, I really can't hold it.

"No, but ・・・・・・hehe・・・・・・"

Hu Kou gritted his teeth and walked towards Scarface step by step.

Scarface is doing the same thing.

"Lao Tzu ・・・・・・ not lose!"

The green light is like an arrow, and the black shadow is like a spear.

Either way, this blow will be the end.