Hua Ye, or the former Griffith, was very fond of some strange tunes, such as aliens, face-hugging monsters, lickers or something, and there were a lot of them in the back garden of the left bank. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

However, time changes a lot of things, and even a weak human will change his preferences many times in his life, let alone a demon like Griffith who has lived a long time - in short, the big demon doesn't love octopus monsters anymore.

The expressions of the gangsters who were frightened by the octopus monster were a little surprised, but most of the people who came with Liu Qiang this time were the 'villains' who followed him in the past and licked the blood from the knife edge, and their blood and courage have not been wiped out by the comfortable life of these two years.

Liu Qiang opened the safety of the gun in his hand, and pointed the muzzle at Griffith, his face was not good-looking, because he had indeed been briefly shocked before.

He is from China, so he has naturally heard a lot of strange legends, although he was frightened before, but at this time, he already believed that Griffith was an existence like a 'Gu Master' and an 'Old Man'. And in his cognition, the 'Gu Master' and 'Old Man' are of course very powerful and magical people, but they are still afraid of being shot after all.

Many times fear comes from the unknown, and when the 'truth' is revealed, many things lose the ability to be feared.

Liu Qiang fixed the gun, and firmly held such an idea. He has awe in his bones for the likes of 'Gu Master', and he will stay away from dealing with them on weekdays, but if he is really on the bar today, he is actually not afraid.

"This friend, Liu Qiang, the hall master of the Wild Wolf Heavenly Wolf Hall, was praised by the brothers on the road and called 'Wolf Bear Ah Qiang'.

Today, I can see my brothers and heroes, and even admire them, and I feel that it is too late to see each other......

I look at the brother face correspondingly is Huaguo Sichuan Shu personnel, unfortunately, in the next is also Sichuan Shu personnel, Changyun Mountain's Qiu Dao Chang and his father The relationship is also excellent, when I was young. Qiu Zhenren often came to my house to drink tea, and threatened to take me as an apprentice, but the world is unpredictable......

Ha, what am I talking about, you see that I like to talk a lot when I see my fellow countrymen, don't be surprised, brother......

But then again, brother, the strong dragon does not suppress the head snake, the face is given by everyone, and the face is lost by himself. We borrowed money to recycle, it was justified, but we didn't want to make a fuss, it was really a big flood that washed the Dragon King Temple, you see this thing is ......

In this way, my brother killed my subordinates by mistake, and I am in charge, so forget it. We don't know each other, heroes cherish heroes, I'll give my brother a room and wash the dust......

But this woman can't go, and sure enough, women are all woes, and our brothers almost turned their backs on this woman, and they died......

I'm going to take this woman and ask for an explanation for my dead brother, brother, you won't have an opinion, will you......"

The cold and dark barrel of the gun loomed in the shadow of the light, Liu Qiangpi said this with a smile, of course he didn't care about Fenqier's life and death, just to find a step for each other.

The other party is a powerful person, the details are not clear, and he doesn't want to make a big deal out of it. But as the hall master of the wild wolf, he also needs to find some foreshadowing to get himself off the stage. In fact, a gangster like him said such things in such a way, especially after the other party took the lead in killing his younger brother, which can be regarded as giving enough face.

But in front of him, the boy with a bloated and festive appearance only raised the corners of his eyes slightly, and didn't seem to even glance at the so-called Heavenly Wolf Hall Master, and then rewarded the other party with a word from between his teeth:

"Get out."

As soon as this word came out, Liu Qiang's face immediately became gloomy. He looked at the little brother beside him, and then turned his head to look at Griffith, who was only tall on his shoulder, and finally relented:

"Shame on the face."

As he spoke, his black and white stubble still trembling with words, the index finger of his right hand had pulled the trigger of the pistol.

"Bang!"

The warhead spins through the air, forming a sonic boom. The body of the young 'Gu Master' was illusory in the field of vision for a moment, and then quickly overlapped, and the particle bullet passed through the phantom, shattering the glass of the building behind him.

This unexpected thing obviously exceeded Liu Qiang's expectations, and his determined blow obviously failed, and the barrel of the black iron gun was still frozen in the air, emitting black smoke.

By the time Liu Qiang came back to his senses and pulled the trigger for the second time, Griffith had already come directly in front of him. The bullet was barely fired, and it was pushed towards the butt of the gun by the 'Gu Master', and it was far away.

The hall master of the Heavenly Wolf Hall wanted to pull the trigger for the third time, but the big demon who was not too patient did not give him more opportunities to be embarrassed. I saw the back of Griffith's right hand shake slightly, and his fingertips twitched between Liu Qiang's left ear and temple like soft paper satin.

However, with this fluttering touch, the hall master's eyes of the Heavenly Wolf Hall suddenly burst out, and they were quickly congested like a goldfish. The entire left cheek, from the neck onwards, was completely inflated, and the blood vessels burst out like the roots of an old tree. Those overwhelmed capillaries burst one after another, and above the neck, Liu Qiang's entire face gradually turned from white to red and then purple and black from right to left.

The tall figure hung his arms weakly between a wrong body, and the man missed his side expressionlessly, and the big brother Tangkou, whose face had been swollen into the color of an eggplant, was like the background picture of a continuous shooting picture, from Griffith from in front of him to behind him without hurrying, he changed his face, and the posture of his body slowly bent and lowered from the standing posture with a gun, to the appearance of kneeling on his knees and his shoulders weakly drooping due to his own weight.

I don't know if Liu Qiang is alive or dead with one blow, and Griffith doesn't stop. In fact, ever since he uttered the word 'roll', Griffith has been walking towards the crowd in a rhythm or rhyme that makes him look unhurried, yet unstoppable.

There were three bastards behind Liu Qiang, and after Griffith and Liu Qiang staggered, they met a man with an iron bar.

The man's name was Vane, and he had three fingers on each hand, which he had cut off for his brother in the past. He is a person who values righteousness, and he has been taken care of by Liu Qiang over the years, and he has no worries about food and clothing. And whether the two have a personal relationship, seeing that Liu Qiang doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, his blood and anger dispel his fear and put his head on his head. Vane let the blood qi ignore the stick and smashed it on Griffith's head, but the other party pinched it with one hand, pressed the other end of the iron rod, slowly pushed it back little by little, and stabbed into the trachea of his neck.

Counting the first person killed by Hua Ye's disgusting pet 'Squidward', in the blink of an eye, in this small and short street, three elites, including the master of the Heavenly Wolf Hall, have died.

Griffith's pace remained unchanged, and almost the next moment he was confronted with another bastard of wild wolves.

This bastard may be a ruthless person compared to civilians, who dares to fight, and he doesn't care about shedding a bowl of blood or something. But he is still much worse than people like Liu Qiang or Wayne who are really black-hearted.

When he saw his two bosses strolling around each other's courtyards, killing them as easily as they could, pinching them like ants, and keeping their steps unchanged, the thug was frightened—the power of the blow was so withering that he almost forgot to resist.

The bastard threw away the switchblade in his hand almost in a panic, knelt in the snow, and screamed for mercy, when the boy came up and put his hands on his face.

His eyelids were blurry, and the thug thought he was probably scared to tears. He could hear his own cries and begs for mercy on and off, and then the bastard looked up, and in the backlight, the boy seemed to be smiling at him.

"Click."

Griffith held the gangster's face and broke his neck, and the demon knelt on one knee, the expression on his face seemed to have the arc of a smile and seemed to be expressionless, he patted the man's hair lying in the ice and snow with his palm, and then smoothed the man's dead eyes.

The demon remained in that position, kneeling on one knee like that, with the dead corpse at his feet.

One of his arms rested on his chest, and the other rested straight on the head of the corpse at his feet. The bastard with his neck broken was not yet dead, and the 'corpse' twitched from time to time between the fingers of the big demon who had not entered the hair.

The big demon looked down at the human body under his feet, and the back of the setting sun made him look a trace of illusory sadness. He raised his head unhurriedly, and looked at the last man alive with a flat gaze.

……

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Tock Ferron, who had seen Griffith's murderous style without blinking, had given up the idea of begging for mercy, and the body of the man who had previously knelt on the ground and begged for mercy and gave up his dignity and greed for life was displayed in front of him, not yet cold.

He is a third-rate gangster in Queenstown, and he has a little to do with Liu Qiang, the master of the Heavenly Wolf Hall.

But Teucer Fallon finally realized today that he was wrong, and he was wrong.

The boy in front of him had no love in his heart, he didn't care about forgiveness, he didn't accept apologies, and the one who dared to stand in front of him was already dead.

With such great desperation, Tork Pheren hurriedly drew the short knife from his waist with trembling hands, and he knew that he was no match for anyone, so his expression almost cried.

Queenstown's third-rate thug Tork Pheren turned fear into strength, and after two swings, Griffith slammed the back of the knife, snatched it, and then slashed the man from head to foot.

Tork Ferron had seen Griffith's ferocious murderous methods, and when the knife came down, he only felt a chill on the top of his head, and suddenly felt that a catastrophe was coming, and he couldn't help but think 'I'm going to die', 'I'm going to die', 'I'm dead'......