Brother Tomb also smiled. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

I don't know why he's laughing.

For a man, this is a great disgrace.

Brother Tomb lowered his head and began to look for the guy.

The third child was scared, and trembled and said some useless nonsense.

Brother Tomb ignored him and continued to look for him.

Brother Tomb and I, ten years of brothers, understand him best, and I took out a kitchen knife from the kitchen and handed it to him in an empathetic manner.

Brother Tomb took it.

The third child screamed and shrank naked at the head of the bed, looking submissive, just like the heroine in the A-movie.

On the contrary, my sister-in-law is more heroic, or rather, more spicy, rushing over with her teeth and claws, stretching her neck and shouting, Han Shiwen, you are out of breath, and you are still using a broken kitchen knife to scare people, come, you cut, if you have a kind, you will kill me.

Brother Tomb was originally very ruthless, but he was scolded by his sister-in-law like this, and he was a little dumbfounded. Stand still, like a fool.

I understand, Brother Tomb said that "that bitch was beaten up by me" is a lie, he didn't dare to beat his sister-in-law at all, and it is estimated that he didn't even dare to beat the third child, so he pulled me over to strengthen his courage.

He's so cowardly.

But I'm not intimidating.

I said, sister-in-law, you've gone a little too far.

Fuck off, it's none of your business.

I'm very angry.

But I don't beat my sister-in-law, although I am stunned, I understand the basic truth. Brother Tomb can beat her, but I can't.

I poured all my anger on the third child.

The third brother is Brother Tomb's brother, not my brother. I don't even know him. I've drunk wine twice, it's a waste, I only drink beer, and I don't dare to drink liquor. My sister-in-law also has no vision and falls in love with this kind of man. But he's pretty big down there.

I picked up the stool and smashed it.

The third screamed.

The more he screamed, the more I smashed, about a dozen times, and he stopped screaming.

The sister-in-law was terrified. Women, they just love to chirp, and they are really afraid of it.

Brother Tomb also came back to his senses, suddenly became very angry, and grabbed his sister-in-law's neck, you call your mother a fuck, you may not be so afraid when Lao Tzu dies.

Let me go! The sister-in-law continued to call.

Brother Tomb didn't let go.

The sister-in-law bit him on the arm, and the blood flowed profusely.

Brother Tomb inhaled in pain.

I didn't mix, I sat on the blood-stained stool, smoked the Yellow Crane Tower, and watched the changes.

I helped him solve the third child, but I couldn't help him solve the sister-in-law. That's his own business. Although I am his brother, from the standpoint of husband and wife, I am an outsider, so I do not mix.

Small-forced, come and help me pull her away!

I didn't move.

Don't be stunned, Lao Tzu's skin has been bitten off!

Since he said so, well, I'll do you a favor. I walked over, grabbed my sister-in-law's hair, and pulled it back sharply, and pulled it away.

It's as simple as that.

My sister-in-law turned her head and bit me again, like a mad dog.

I'm not a grave brother, I have a way to deal with her, kick her in the crotch. This trick is not a woman's patent, and a man can also use it, and it works very well with large leather shoes with pointers.

The sister-in-law screamed in pain, let go of her mouth, and rolled on the ground, crying and scolding, as if she were the victim.

I watched from the sidelines.

The six gods of the tomb brother have no owner.

What to do? He asked.

Are you stupid? I scolded him.

Brother Tomb was a little stunned, and didn't understand why I scolded him.

Miscellaneous. I said, if I were my sister-in-law, I would cuckold you too.

Brother Tomb's eyelids jumped, I'm not a bad seed!

You are.

I'm not!

You are! My sister-in-law said the same.

Brother Tomb pointed the finger at her and asked, what the are you talking about?

The sister-in-law sneered, spit in his face, and took a kitchen knife, pretending to be a fucking big-tailed wolf? If you have a kind, you will hack me to death.

Brother Tomb was like a demon, and he slashed it with a knife.

Blood soared and splattered all over the ground.

My sister-in-law is a little blind.

That wasn't her intention.

Generally speaking, when the phrase "if there is a kind, you will kill me", it is not to let people really hack themselves, but to make people retreat.

But Brother Tomb took it seriously.

Knife after knife, like chopping dumpling filling.

My sister-in-law became a puddle of rotten meat.

The third child was just knocked unconscious by me, but now he woke up, saw his sister-in-law's body, and fainted again.

He may be really faint, or he may be pretending.

Brother Grave didn't care, he walked over and cut it all indiscriminately.

The third child also became a dumpling filling.

Is it enough? Brother Tomb gasped, touched the blood on his face, and asked me with a cruel smile.

I gave a thumbs up, I should have done this sooner.

Go, brother, drink and go!

Walk.

If you don't get drunk, you don't go home.

Okay, don't get drunk and don't go home.

Brother Tomb changed into the clothes of the third child, washed his face, and the two of us went out in a hurry.

The neighbor pushed open the door and looked at us with a dissatisfied expression, it was more than ten o'clock in the evening, what are you doing with your chatter? Influencing others to rest.

you.

Brother Grave kicked it over.

The little four-eyed hurriedly closed the door, not daring to say a word more.

After going downstairs, the two of us got on the big motorcycle, and drove away with a whin.

There was a stupid guy on the tram who was going against the road and was on the phone.

Brother Tomb is also horizontal, and he ran over directly on a big motorcycle.

The fool sat on the ground with a bewildered face and began to curse for a while.

Brother Tomb stopped, walked over, and asked, Who are you scolding?

The idiot started rolling around, saying that he had a broken leg and was going to hit 120.

I'll let you fight, I'll let you fight.

Brother Tomb and I stepped on his head with two pairs of big leather shoes.

The fool screamed for a moment, then lay on the ground and did not speak.

The onlookers watched silently and did not speak.

Look, look at your mother. Brother Grave scolded.

The crowd dispersed.

Brother Tomb and I stepped on the big motorcycle and drove away.

When I was waiting for the traffic light, I saw a fool walking the dog again. The big golden retriever pulled a big piece of shit on the side of the road, and the fool didn't care, and just left.

Grandson, you wait first. Brother Tomb drove over and stopped in front of him.

The young man glared and asked, what's wrong?

Your dog pulls on the road, you don't care?

The young man was at first dazed, and then he scolded, less-nosy.

Brother Tomb and I got out of the car.

Large leather shoes were printed on him.

The golden retriever barked. I'm annoyed. Stabbed to death.

The little young man was terrified.

Brother Grave said, dispose of the.

The young man hurriedly walked over, grabbed the shit, put it in his pocket, and ran away.

After a little more riding, there was a shop on the side of the road, which was shining with pink light, and the sign said six big words: Beautiful Leisure Club.

A man looked around and eventually walked in.

Brother Tomb got out of the car and followed.

The stumbling woman inside looked at the three of us and asked, "Are you together?"

The man said he didn't know us.

Brother Tomb raised his hand with a big mouth.

The man is stunned, how do you hit someone?

No interest, waste, come out in the middle of the night to find Miss, are you worthy of your parents? Brother Tomb scolded him.

Real waste. I scolded him and kicked him. He didn't dare to fight back. If you really fight back, I'll give him a knife.

A few young ladies were frightened and made a mess.

Brother Tomb walked over and slapped each person. Fuck, a bunch of rotten people, they don't know how to struggle in their best years, they are so self-deprecating, hurting others and themselves, are you ashamed of yourself, are you ashamed of losing people?

I kicked them in the face a few times.

A few young ladies scolded angrily and wanted to fight back, but I showed my knife, and no one dared to move.

Brother Tomb and I walked out proudly.

It's almost eleven o'clock, most of the restaurants are closed, and you can find a McDonald's when you walk around.

I ordered a double auspicious package, and Brother Tomb ordered a Big Mac package. While eating, a small couple next door began to quarrel, becoming more and more excited, annoying.

Brother Tomb walked over and slapped them one by one, knocking them both unconscious.

Live a good life, don't quarrel, quarrel is not happy. Brother Tomb educates as a passer-by.

The two really stopped arguing.

After eating, I went downstairs and the motorcycle was stolen.

Exercise! Brother Grave scolded.

Exercise! I also scolded.

We had to walk back.

On the road, a Bentley was parked on a non-motorized lane, blocking our way.

Brother Tomb began to curse again.

The co-pilot walked down a girl, less than twenty years old, probably eighteen or nineteen. Then a man also walked out, forty or fifty years old, wearing a suit and glasses, and looking like a Sven.

The two held hands and were very close.

Brother Tomb walked over, big brother, your daughter is really smart.

The man's face changed and he ignored him.

The girl was not happy and told him to get out.

Brother Tomb grabbed her by the hair and hit her in the car.

Bentley is of good quality, hard is not, and the girl who hit it is covered in blood.

I walked over, held down the man's bald head, and hit the car as well.

Passers-by watched for a while.

Look, look at your mother. Brother Grave scolded again.

The passers-by then dispersed again.

Tired of the bump, we both left. Leaving a man and a woman lying on the road humming.

Passing by a cigarette hotel, it was also a coincidence that I saw Brother Tomb's big motorcycle.

A little yellow hair walked out with a cigarette in his mouth.

Brother Tomb clenched his fists and gave me the knife.

I gave him the switch-knife.

Brother Grave ran over and stabbed Huang Mao in the stomach.

Huang Mao was holding a cigarette with a blank expression, and before he could understand what was going on, he was poked into a sieve.

Let the you steal Lao Tzu's car! Have hands and feet, don't be stupid, you have to be a thief! You have to be a thief!

Brother Tomb spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm viciously, which landed right on his mouth.

The two of us got on our motorbikes and drove away.

Brother Grave drove very fast and killed a pedestrian who ran a red light.

We went home, and it was almost twelve o'clock.

Brother Tomb has a bad soundproofing effect here, and there is a ghost cry from upstairs.

Ahh

Brother Grave is angry, and he screams every night! Every night the waves - howl! There is not a day that does not call!

He grabbed his kitchen knife and went upstairs.

I followed, too.

Brother Grave kicked on the brown security door.

I kick too.

The door didn't open. It's still wavy inside.

Brother Tomb was so angry that he took out his mobile phone and began to play Chopin's "Funeral March", which is the kind of music that is played when a dead person is killed.

I also took out my mobile phone, searched for this song from Kugou, and played it with Brother Tomb.

The people inside couldn't stand it, and a strong man came out in big pants, with an unkind face, you-Mom, crying here?

Brother Tomb slashed over with a knife, are you awesome if you tattoo a dragon and a tiger? You're awesome! You're awesome! you, Mom, I don't believe that people on the road can't be killed!

The strong man's head was covered in blood, and his body fell down.

Brother Tomb rushed into the house and began to cut the woman.

The woman's screams intensified.

Ahh

She seems to be having an orgasm.

After this is done, Brother Tomb wants to drink, and there is a 24-hour supermarket downstairs, so we will buy it.

A homeless man lies on the side of the road.

Brother Tomb walked over.

I'll walk over too.

Brother Tomb took out all the money, and there was a small one thousand, and threw it to him in a chic manner.

The homeless man blinked in confusion, looking at the big red banknote on the ground, and was in a daze for a while.

Brother Tomb sat on the ground, as if he had lost all his strength.

He pulled out his phone and dialed 110.