"Ahh Dead perverts, dead hooligans! ”

Seeing the surprise at first glance, Han Qingyan quickly withdrew her hands and feet for the quick attack, covered her face and jumped away suddenly, leaning sideways and screaming: "Stinky rascal, you put on your pants, you bully people!" ”

That's a high decibels! The hooligans were also shocked to death.

Long Jiang covered his ears and looked at the thick closed door worriedly, the sound insulation of the room was excellent, otherwise, the whole building would be filled with the screams of swallows in shame.

"Hahaha!"

Mr. Qin proudly held that thing, as if showing an outstanding handicraft, hehe smiled, pulled out his feet and chased after Han Qingyan, and reached out to grab the frightened little beauty in front of him.

Han Qingyan's eyes were tightly closed, her hands and feet were angry, and the two of them ping-pong together.

Regardless of them, Long Jiang went straight to the target, seeing Lu Weiguo looking at him in horror, he smiled, the eighth mission goal is just around the corner, what are you waiting for?

Reach out and pat it near his heart.

When it came to his chest, Long Jiang changed his mind again, his palm was crooked, and he slapped the fat man's temple, this guy rolled his eyes, slammed his head into the corner of the wall, and fainted.

"Whoa!"

A hard marble coffee table was smashed by Mr. Qin's palm, and Han Qingyan rolled out of the back door of the coffee table in a bad way, and her snow-white thighs were stained with a lot of tea leaves and broken snacks.

"Dead rascal, what's so great about Iron Sand Palm!"

Han Qingyan still had her eyes half-closed, not daring to open them, and as soon as she moved in her hand, a glittering scorpion knife appeared, white and practical, and attacked Mr. Qin, who pounced on Yin with a smile.

"Servant!!" The sharp knife was like defeating leather, only piercing a white mark on Mr. Qin's chest, and the knife flew out of his hand, but it scratched one of Han Qingyan's fingers.

Mr. Qin laughed wildly, turned around, kicked away the scorpion knife that fell to the ground, and walked forward step by step, his eyes full of interest, staring at Han Qingyan's beautiful face, bulging chest and white long legs, and sneering:

"A palm? Five-flower boxing? Hehe, there are white ape legs, martial arts are small, skillful, soft, chick, you are the Emei faction, but unfortunately the skills are too poor, if the old nun comes, I'm still afraid, just you, will obediently wash the white for a while, split the legs and wait for your Qin Ye!! ”

Han Qingyan was angry and wanted to cry, only half of his kung fu was left in shame and anger, his subordinates flashed one after another, and three flying knives were thrown out, but unfortunately he didn't dare to open his eyes, and he was so accurate that one of them almost hit Longjiang.

Seeing that bad guy walking step by step with that weird, never-before-seen thing, Han Qingyan finally became nervous, retreated step by step, and quickly cried and warned:

"You are not allowed to mention my master! Don't come here, you wear your pants, you play hooligan! Whining. ”

Mr. Qin's footsteps paused, and his expression was slightly stunned:

"Oh? Interesting! Know my killer's screen name, chick, will you make a scorpion knife, or Emei faction, the expression is a little cold, it's still a virgin, could it be the latest mission madman to emerge, the beauty killer Bingyan, right? But it's okay, chick, your contribution points belong to me, and your people belong to me, hahaha. ”

The more wolf Han Qingyan became, the more helpless he became, and the more smug Mr. Qin became.

"Smack, smack, smack!"

There was a sudden burst of applause in the corner next to him, and a lazy voice came:

"Exhibitionist, congratulations you guessed it right, damn it, your JJ is really small, like a small toothpick, if I am embarrassed to take it out!"

Mr. Qin turned around suddenly, and the thing under his waist was hit by Long Jiang, and sure enough, it drooped, a little soft, and a little smaller.

He moved his eyes from Han Qingyan's body, as if he had just seen Long Jiang, and squirted viciously: "Don't be complacent, boy, I'll go over and kill you now, cut your JJ, and see how big your model is!" ”

Long Jiang grinned and continued to anger him: "How big is the model?" Anyway, it's much bigger than you, and yours is a toothpick! No, it's the tip of the needle! No, it's supposed to be a hair strand! ”

Xiao JJ is Mr. Qin's greatest pride in addition to martial arts, and now after Long Jiang said it, the goods involuntarily shrank, Long Jiang said three words in a row, and the thing actually shrank three times in a row, completely losing the huge amount in front of Han Qingyan just now, and finally shrunk to the size of a pencil head.

Hey? It's really small!

Mr. Qin looked down, and when he was angry, he yelled angrily, picked up the thick iron sand palm that was one size bigger than usual, and struck Long Jiang on the head viciously!

"Kill me? You're still far away! Long Jiang put away his hippie smile, and there was a rare trace of seriousness on his face.

"Shaoshang gun!" He looked solemn, his thumb was cocked, he didn't care about hiding from Bingyan, and pointed at Mr. Qin's chest.

"Ahh Mr. Qin had a sharp pain in his chest, and he stopped in a hurry, and his hand couldn't hold it back, and slapped it on the hard sandalwood sofa, the wood splashed, and the sofa collapsed, making a huge noise.

"You actually hurt me! Boy, you're dead, you're dead! ”

He squatted down, ignoring the bleeding wounds, and took a deep breath, exposing the roots of his shriveled ribs, and his palms were twice as thick, and he inhaled deeply again, and his palms continued to thicken......

"Damn, old thing, you think you'll make a movie, and you'll do it when you're done?"

Long Jiang waved his thumb in his left hand, and one after another, invisible evil energy, hissed at Mr. Qin, who was still unlucky.

Mr. Qin's stomach was numb, and before he could react, countless pain points fell on his shoulders, legs, and neck like rain, and the wounds cracked, and the breath was immediately discharged, and blood from all over his body spurted out like spring water from various wounds on his body!

From a distance, it looks like a blood-spurting lotus canopy.

Long Jiang's last finger touched Mr. Qin's dead forehead, poking out a distinct hole.

"Plop!" Mr. Qin fell heavily, blood gushed like a spring, staining the thick tiger skin under his body, and the thing under his crotch really shrank to the size of peanuts after this battle.

Mr. Qin's eyes were wide open, and he didn't bat at death.

The well-known iron-handed fierce Qin in the rivers and lakes, the intermediate killer of the outer gate of the Wind Alliance, and one of the eight generals of the Cui family, one of the four major families in China, Cui Shao, Mr. Qin Da, who has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for half his life, would never have imagined that he would die in the hands of an unknown young man in the Northeast.

"Long Jiang, you killed him?" Long Jiang's side showed Han Qingyan's little head, and he looked curiously at the ugly corpse on the ground, and sure enough, that hooligan died!

She took out her phone, endured her nausea, looked at the corpse's left eye, and took a picture.

"With a photo of your pupils, go to the forum to receive a reward, you don't know this, right?" Han Qingyan looked at Long Jiang's curious gaze and explained.

"Humph! Dead perverts, stinky men, stinky hooligans! Han Qingyan picked up a bath towel with her foot, covered the corpse, and kicked it fiercely, especially angry, and planned to pull out the scorpion knife and stab it a few more times, but she felt empty, and there was an extra black bracelet in her hand.

"Oops, I'm bleeding, I'm bleeding! Long Jiang, you see I'm bleeding. As if she had just found out, Han Qingyan threw the bracelet and shouted with her slightly bleeding fingers.

Long Jiang pouted and despised shì, please, long-legged girl, is it strange to bleed? It seems that girls have to ...... every month

Well, well, a beautiful woman with long legs and a thin waist and a long hair shawl is holding up her slightly bleeding snow-white fingers to you, obviously looking like she is begging for comfort, and if you don't know how to do it, you will be a fool.

"It's okay, Yanzi, be good, I'll take a look, won't I bleed a little, it's okay, girls always want that, ah?" Seeing Han Qingyan's eyes that were about to kill, Long Jiang braked in time and quickly held back the sentence "Flow, flow, you will get used to it".

Holding Han Qingyan's delicate arm and sitting down, Long Jiang simply touched the smooth finger with his left hand, so that the wound healed quickly, and the blood flowing out dried up, and the fingers poked and rubbed, quickly cleaned the residue, and then comforted:

"Look, Yanzi, you're okay, aren't you, you're not bleeding, you're dazzled, you're definitely dazzled."

Han Qingyan withdrew her finger and took a closer look, huh? There was no wound, and the blood was gone, so I couldn't help but be surprised: "No, obviously I took out a bracelet just now, and my fingers were bleeding, no!" ”

She stood up, pouted her little bulging ass, and bent down to find the bracelet.

hiss, looking at Bing Niu's exposed snow-white thin waist, and a large piece of round and swollen hot pants exposed at the hip waist, Long Jiang inhaled and covered his forehead:

God, I am always followed by such a big beauty wearing short B pants, and from time to time I have to bend over to show off my hips, please, are you testing my brother's concentration?

"Found it, look at Longjiang, I found it!"

Han Qingyan excitedly held the bracelet found next to the dead foreign devil, cheered, and saw Long Jiang's ill-intentioned gaze at a glance, his face turned red, he tightened his waist and hips, and knocked Long Jiang's head.

"Am I dazzled? You're dazzled! If you look at the blood on it, it's clear that I just left it. ”

Long Jiang's old face turned red, and the peeping farts were discovered, so he hurriedly took the bracelet, looked at it and covered it up: "Where is it, why didn't I see it." ”

Pinching the bracelet of the foreign devil, Long Jiang was suddenly stunned:

The two small fish on the side of the bracelet were vivid, and the fish's eyes were filled with the blood flowing from Bingyan, which turned into a strange red, emitting a bewitching light, and in the depths of the light, a small hole that was not easy to see was clearly visible.

The scene is so familiar.

"What's wrong Longjiang, you look like a fool, I really bled out, I didn't lie, really." Han Qingyan pushed Long Jiang and said dissatisfied.

"Quick, find a needle, quick!"

Long Jiang's hands and feet trembled, and he no longer had time to look at the beautiful little white waist, and finally in the drawer next to Lu Weiguo, who had fainted, he turned out a pack of acupuncture needles, and he trembled and inserted them into the small hole in the fisheye.

The needle sank and went in! Long Jiang's heart also hung high.

Sure enough, Long Jiang inserted the fish's eyes one by one, and when the needle was pulled out of the last fish's eye, the familiar clicking sound was heard.

"Click, click......"

"Hey, big astringent wolf, what's the sound?" Han Qingyan saw that the bracelet in Long Jiang's hand trembled suddenly, and as the shaking sound became louder and louder, it finally became one, and suddenly it turned into a dazzling green light.

The light cluster rolled in mid-air, tangled, and slowly turned into a token, with a simple pattern on the surface, exuding an ancient desolate and desolate atmosphere.

The token image stayed in the air for a few seconds, turning left and right slightly, as if to distinguish the direction, and when it turned to the vicinity of Han Qingyan, it suddenly burst into brilliance, shooting out a dazzling light.

When the light dissipated, Long Jiang was surprised to find that Han Qingyan was holding a pair of Hao wrists high, her eyes widened, and her lips were slightly round, but she was dumbfounded.