The Killer Quartet looked at each other, their eyes full of fear.

The fourth sister is a member of her own family who knows her own affairs, and the poisons in her backpack are always half a hundred, and there are more than ten kinds of poisons that make people can't ask for death.

Bazihu and the eldest brother know the ability of the fourth sister, if they take her poison, it is light to be half dead, they are afraid that all kinds of things will be mixed, and they will be half dead and half dead.

The only one who agreed was the white-faced scholar, "Zi once said, a good man does not suffer immediate losses, it is better to die than to live, I think it is better to eat poison." ”

Of course, it is good to take poison, so that after the white-faced scholar is resurrected, the little brother can be rejuvenated again.

Now although the painful strength has passed, the white-faced scholar has just quietly tried, and now the brother is no longer strong.

Even if it's not scrapped, it's probably not very easy to use, it's better to be resurrected and replaced with a new one after death.

"This brother is right, I advise you to do what our shopkeeper says. "It's hard to say rich.

The three of them were still looking at each other, blinking and discussing, and the white-faced scholar saw that they even had the intention of making up their minds to fight, and immediately felt that something was wrong.

He persuaded: "The son once said, those who know the times are handsome, and those who change through the machine are heroes, we adults don't remember villains, and the prime minister's stomach can support the boat..."

"Shut up!" Yu Sheng and the three companions of the white-faced scholar shouted at the same time, let him continue to speak, and the rest of his life will be a villain.

"Don't be so unproductive, don't forget that we are from Los Angeles, why is Los Angeles still in ruins?

The eldest brother looked back at the rest of his life with a firm expression, "We would rather live standing than die on our knees." ”

"Hmm, huh?" Bazihu and the fourth sister nodded heavily, and then looked at the eldest brother suspiciously.

"Ahem", the eldest brother coughed embarrassedly, and said recklessly: "I'm not wrong, as long as we stand, even if we die, the spirit of the saint will not die!"

"That's right!" the white-faced scholar was encouraged, he stood up with his body bold, grabbed a throwing knife, and staggered to stand with his brother.

He looked at the rest of his life, "Zi once said that the people of Los Angeles will never survive to harm benevolence, and if they kill to become benevolent, they will fight with them!"

"Wait a minute. "Stop them for the rest of your life.

He couldn't help his curiosity, "By the way, you always say, Zi said, who is Zi?"

It's a good man who can't eat the losses in front of him, and he kills himself, and the rest of his life doesn't feel like a person saying it, but like a two-faced person who talks about people and talks nonsense when he sees ghosts.

"How can you say anything? Aren't you a liar? Otherwise, you're a hypocrite, not like a good person. Yu Sheng said.

Compared to the son of the previous life, it is far worse.

"Bastard, the son once said that a soldier can be killed but not humiliated. The white-faced scholar was angry and threw out a throwing knife casually.

Yu Sheng was startled and hurriedly stood in front of the little aunt beside him.

He still remembered the white-faced scholar's flying knife vividly, and he had already teleported to dodge, but he was still stabbed.

"Ah~", the hall really sounded with a muffled snort, so that Yu Sheng hurriedly looked down to check his body, and saw that the wound was still only the same.

He touched his head again, fearing that his brain would be tricked, and the injury and bleeding would be small, and it would be bad if it damaged his high IQ.

It doesn't matter if you lose your IQ, if you are disfigured, the gains outweigh the losses.

After checking all the places on his body and finding no wounds, Yu Sheng asked strangely: "Hey, who was recruited?"

He raised his head and saw that Ye Zigao and others around him were all looking behind the white-faced scholar, near the entrance of the backyard of the lobby.

Yu Sheng followed their gaze and saw the old beggar's eyes raised, staring blankly at a flying knife stuck in his head.

"This..."Yu Sheng looked at himself and stood in front of the white-faced scholar, only three steps away.

Look at the old beggar again, behind the scholar, there are still seven or eight steps behind.

How bad must this be to stick it in the old beggar's head when it is thrown for the rest of his life.

"Am I so unlucky?" Yu Sheng thought to himself, he clutched his chest, and said to himself, could it be that I just hit the flying knife directly?

The old beggar who was affected by the pond fish finally made a move, and he looked at the white-faced scholar with eye level.

"What the hell you...", the old beggar fell to the ground with a "poof" and died.

The silence of the lobby was broken at this time, and everyone looked at the white-faced scholar in unison, and his companion was not very surprised.

"Accidents, accidents", the white-faced scholar explained to everyone with great shame, "Zi once said that life is always full of all kinds of accidents. ”

"Surprise your uncle, you guys are writing chicken soup for the soul, why do you jump out of everything. "The rest of my life was thunderous.

At this moment, there are already two corpses in his inn, although he can be resurrected, but he can't do this business.

What's more, the souls of the old beggar and the man were floating in front of him with a grudge.

"You are not allowed to slander your son! Zicai will not be as ambitious as you and stoop to the kitchen to stew chicken soup. "The white-faced scholar obviously has some misunderstanding about chicken soup for the soul.

"I'm going to slander you like this?liar, fool, idiot, shit, dare to kill people in my inn, he has to roll the calf when he comes!"

"Bastard, the son once said, people can be killed but not humiliated, see if I don't slaughter your animal!"

The white-faced scholar was also angry, his hand was wiped from his waist, two flying knives were in his hand, and with a flick of his hand, the first flying knife went out.

Yu Sheng kept an eye on it this time and stood up in time to avoid hitting the flying knife.

The white-faced scholar's second flying knife was about to fly out again, "Haha, haha!" An earth-shattering laugh made him withdraw his hand.

"Haha, oops, haha", the laughing person laughed and was almost out of breath, and he didn't have to look back for the rest of his life to know that the laughing person was Zhou Jiufeng who heard the livestock.

However, he was still startled when he turned around, except for Aunt Qing and Yu Shiyu, who were already behind him, everyone else lined up neatly behind him.

"What are you?" said Yu Sheng.

"Avoid harming the fish in the pond. Ye Zigao said, after all, the white-faced scholar is not accurate, so it is better to stand behind him for the rest of his life.

Yu Sheng rolled his eyes and looked back, and saw the white-faced scholar, the eldest brother and the eight-character beard looking behind the fourth sister.

The guests hiding behind the wooden ladder also poked their heads out and looked at the fourth sister's buttocks.

The fourth sister felt something, and slowly reached behind her hand and took a bloody flying knife forward.

The fourth sister was furious, "You can't fucking shout, shout?" she kicked and kicked the white-faced scholar.

"Forgot, forgot. The white-faced scholar dodged, embarrassed.

"Haha", Zhou Jiufeng just laughed, and the rest of his life laughed again, "Did you fool say..."

"Shut up!" The white-faced scholar dodged the fourth sister, and the remaining flying knife in his hand made a move, "Let you slander the son of the saint, look at the knife, Xiao Lu flying knife, there is no false hair!"

"Poof", there was the sound of a knife entering the flesh.

Yu Sheng looked at the knife on his chest, and then looked up at the white-faced scholar in surprise, "You..."

"Can't you think of it, right?" said the white-faced scholar proudly, "As long as I shout out the sentence 'Little Lu Flying Knife, there is no false hair', my knife will be no false hair." ”

"I'm not asking you this. Yu Sheng pulled out the knife directly and threw it on the ground, "I'm asking you, what did you just say?"

"The son of a saint, the godslayer. The white-faced scholar said respectfully.

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Yu Sheng stepped forward, raised his foot and kicked it, daring to scold myself here at this time.

Just at this inadvertently, the stunt of the rest of his life was triggered again.

So much so that Zhou Jiufeng had to admire, "Now that the shopkeeper Yu is getting more and more powerful, that tricky angle, that flowing leg lift, it's amazing." ”

It was indeed amazing, this time the white-faced scholar who fell to the ground heard the sound of broken eggs, and rolled dead and alive on the ground again.

After returning to his senses, he retracted his toes in embarrassment, and said to the stunned mustache and eldest brother: "I'm sorry, I'm used to it." ”

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