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"In prison, harmony is king, a win-win situation."

The Dark Lord also waved his hand to drag a box out of it, and opened it as if it was cigarettes, beer, and more than a dozen kinds of snacks, and the Dark Lord patted the box and added: "If you are willing to turn the war into a jade silk, I am also willing to take out this box of things and divide it equally, you know, in this prison, everything in it is extremely precious and valuable." ”

The thirteen people around him also nodded with difficulty, this was originally their thing, but now they are divided into half for the two of them, and they are a little entangled in their hearts, after all, it is difficult to buy these things with money, Mo Qixiong glanced at the box, and pouted disdainfully: "Turn war into jade silk?" Why didn't you say it when there were many people just now? Doesn't it feel too late now? ”

"Besides, I've knocked you all down, and the whole box is ours."

"You're strong, but we're not weak either."

The Dark Lord's eyes also showed a bloody nature: "And you have consumed a lot of body, and at the end of the strong crossbow, if you really want to break the net, you can't get any good." He put on a deep voice about the pros and cons, and in order to prove the truth of what he said, he secretly lucked, and the light sound kept going on in an instant, and the muscles in his arms became hard, revealing the knotted green tendons:

"Instead of letting go and losing both, it is better for everyone to return to their respective places, and the well water does not interfere with the river water to spend this night!"

He also added viciously: "And I'm not afraid to sue you, I still have three hundred black brothers in the rest of the warehouse, plus the sworn friends of these people on the ground, not to mention eight hundred people, with an order, they will not hesitate to work for me, even if it is planted tonight, we can get the lottery back tomorrow, why don't you stop and be friends?" ”

Ye Zixuan looked at the sick young man: "Mei Zishu, give me a Jianyi, do I want to fight with the Dark Lord?" ”

The sick young man rubbed his heart, opened his eyes and smiled: "On the side of the couch, how can you allow others to sleep soundly?" And the two sides have already made such a situation, do you think it is still possible to keep the well water from the river water? The reason why the Dark Lord took the initiative to show weakness is that he didn't find the right opportunity, if you really listen to their nonsense, you will be killed by chalk tonight if you squint. ”

"If you want to get a good night's sleep tonight, you have to cripple them one by one!"

Ye Zixuan smiled: "Incisive." ”

The Dark Lord shouted: "Meizishu, you betrayed me? ”

The sick young man smiled bitterly: "I have split with you, and I also know your personality, you will definitely settle accounts because of my initial reminder to the Autumn Queen, if you win against them, you will feel that my mouth affects morale, and if you lose, you will also look at me unpleasantly, that is, I saw the danger of these two people, but I did not insist on stopping you from besieging them." ”

"And you've just said that you're going to clean me up afterwards."

"I'm dying left and right, it's better to die happily and pull you to the funeral together."

The Dark Lord gritted his teeth: "Meizishu, I will definitely let you die a good death." ”

"Old black, stop blowing it, take care of yourself first."

Speaking of this, Mo Qixiong twisted his neck and took another step, thirteen people subconsciously squeezed towards the Dark Lord's side, as if they wanted to huddle together to gain some confidence, and the injured on the ground also moved with all their might, worried that the two sides would fight again and hurt themselves, no one hoped that they would be punched by Mo Qixiong, or stepped on by the Dark Lord.

The corners of the Dark Lord's mouth twitched, he didn't expect the conspiracy in his heart to be exposed, he did think about a blow in the middle of the night, but he didn't expect that Mo Qixiong was not the overlord of Chu, and he was not left and right by sugar-coated cannonballs at all, looking at his slowly approaching body, his eyelids couldn't stop beating, and he wanted to move back, but he was suppressed by the fame accumulated over the years, this retreat, how will he see people in the future?

Mo Qixiong hooked his finger at them and said, "Do it." ”

"You think it's a gift to not move us, so you think I won't touch you?"

"You are so naïve, so naïve! Lao Tzu kills bears, and he always cuts his throat and rests. ”

Mo Qixiong sneered as he approached forward, the distance between the two sides getting closer and closer, and the atmosphere was tense again.

When Mo Qixiong and the Dark Lord were facing each other strongly, Ye Zixuan walked up to Mei Zishu and said with a smile: "Hello, Mei Zishu." ”

The sick young man opened his eyes, and his face was warmer: "Ye Zixuan, hello." ”

Ye Zixuan leaned against the wall and pointed his finger at the person in front of him: "Don't you want to say something about this scene?" ”

Mei Zishu smiled faintly: "Heaven creates evil, it is still possible, and man-made evil cannot be done." ”

Ye Zixuan gave a thumbs up and praised: "Incisive!" Messed with me later. He patted Mei Zishu on the shoulder: "I'll let you live three more years." ”

"Three more years?"

Mei Zishu's dim eyes instantly rose with a flash of light, and he looked sideways at Ye Zixuan: "You, you know?" ”

"I'll sleep for a while."

Ye Zixuan didn't respond to Mei Zishu's surprise, moved his body and sat on the Dark Lord's bed, kicked out the Dark Lord's messy things, what scriptures, basins, cups, towels, crosses, photo albums, Dangdang scattered all over the ground, and then lay down on the wooden bed covered with blankets: "The triangular-eyed police are here, you call me again." ”

"Also, help me think of an excuse to prevaricate them."

Mei Zishu nodded respectfully: "Yes." ”

"Bastard!"

Seeing Ye Zixuan swaggering to occupy his own territory, and arrogantly kicking his own things, his dignity was trampled on continuously, and his face was slapped hard, the dignified old face of the Dark Lord instantly became furious, and his fists clenched and roared at the thirteen people around him: "Shi Ke can be killed, but it is not humiliating, this king will fight with them tonight, brothers, go together." ”

The Dark Lord rushed straight up, and on the way, he found that he was the only one charging.

The remaining thirteen remained where they were, or even moved backwards.

Chalky day! There is no righteousness, there is no righteousness.

The Dark Lord, who has no way out, is angry that his companions betrayed him at a critical moment, but they can be a turtle with a shrunken head, and he Dark Lord is not chalky, how can he mix after bowing his head?

Many times, the name is a shackle that allows you to stretch and not bend.

"Kill!"

The Dark Lord roared, stretched out his arms, clenched his fists, and pounced on the Ink Seven Bear like a gorilla.

"Good time!"

Mo Qixiong's right hand sank, and with a low roar, his body instantly shook.

He sprang out like an arrow with a broken string, and slammed into the Dark Lord's massive body.

At the same time, stretch your palm forward and block the opponent's fist.

"Bang!"

The fists and palms intersected, and with a loud bang, Mo Qixiong retreated half a step, but the Dark Lord slid out two meters.

"Kill!"

After the Dark Lord stabilized his body, he ripped off his clothes to reveal his thick black chest hair, and then roared and rushed forward, throwing the strongest punch with his right hand.

Mo Qixiong didn't retreat, and also came to a hard time.

"Boom!"

The two fists collided, and the force raged, stirring up waves of qi that spread around.

The two of them retreated backwards again, Mo Qixiong's face did not change in the slightest, and he still had a monstrous fighting spirit, but the Dark Lord's eyes were full of pain, his face was hideous, his muscles trembled, and his joints were injured by Mo Qixiong, but the Dark Lord's movements did not pause at all, he shook his painful fist twice, and broke out again in hysteria.

He didn't believe that Mo Qixiong's tenacity was better than his own.

The Dark Lord is fast, and the Ink Seven Bear is faster.

The Dark Lord's fist had just struck halfway out, and Mo Qixiong had already passed through the opponent's arms.

A fist slammed into the Dark Lord's chest.

"Dang!"

With a muffled thud, the Dark Lord was punched and his ribs were broken, and his back slammed against the hard wall.

He snorted in pain, feeling as if his back was about to break, Mo Qixiong didn't stop there, grabbing the chest of the Dark Lord who had lost his combat effectiveness. Mao, mercilessly snorted and dragged a large handful, the Dark Lord screamed in pain, and Mo Qixiong's left hand moved slightly, and the Dark Lord's mandible was removed with ease.

The Dark Lord's eyes widened in horror, dragging his chin with one hand, he jumped and jumped in pain and couldn't shout, instinctively made him raise his other hand, and the fish died and the net broke and slammed towards Mo Qixiong, Mo Qixiong snorted coldly, grabbed his arm, and then twisted it fiercely, and there was a crisp "click".

The Dark Lord's right shoulder was dislocated.

Looking at the Dark Lord who was leaning against the wall and gasping in pain, Mo Qixiong slowly walked in front of him: "Are you still playing?" ”

The Dark Lord shook his head and stepped back, the prisoners behind him scattering with agility.

Thirteen people held their heads in their hands, looking harmless to humans and animals, drawing a line with the Dark Lord.

"Go, take your people, to the door."

Mo Qixiong waved his finger: "Be louder, shouting Jiang Dachun is a stupid fork." ”

Mei Zishu's eyelids jumped, but she quickly regained her composure.

The Dark Lord subconsciously shook his head, he didn't know who Jiang Dachun was, but he knew that it was definitely not a good thing, Mo Qixiong stepped forward, pressed the Dark Lord who wanted to dodge, stretched out the fingers of his left hand, and slammed into the muscles under the opponent's collarbone, and then hooked his index finger to the collarbone, and lifted it up vigorously, and all the prisoners' bodies stiffened and their faces turned green.

They can feel the pain.

If the Dark Lord's jaw had been intact at this point, his howl of pain would surely have pierced the sky.

Just when the Dark Lord's face turned pale and he felt that the collarbone on his left shoulder was about to be pulled out of his body, Mo Qixiong let go of his fingers, he held the Dark Lord's chin with his blood-covered left hand, and then pushed hard, clicked, and made a soft sound, picking up his dislocated jaw and patting his old face: "Now, can you go to the door?" ”

The Dark Lord crawled to the door, and the rest of the prisoners followed.

"Jiang Dachun, you stupid fork!"

In the depths of the prison, the Dark Lord's terrible roar sounded:

"Jiang Dachun, you brute-"

Listening to the whistles and footsteps sounding outside, Ye Zixuan opened his eyes slightly, looked at the ceiling and sighed: "This wind has indeed never stopped." ”

Also on this night, the ancient Buddha walked out of the perennial chanting hall, looked at the long-awaited Bai Qiu painting at the door, and smiled faintly:

"Many people think I'm old, but they don't know that the eagle is just napping."

"It's time for them to see what it means to soar."