"What did you say?!" Ebuga blinked in disbelief and laughed angrily, his fat face full of mockery and sarcasm. [Full text reading] "I call you Lord Liang, call you Liang Zongbing, just to give you face, what, do you really think that your face can be worth a few dollars, and you want to play prestige in front of someone's eyes?" Tell you, Liang Pengfei, don't think that you are famous in Liangguang, in the eyes of Lao Tzu, you can't compare to the face of our Jueluo family's clothed minions. ”

Hearing this, the pro-soldier guards around Ebuga all laughed, and looked at Liang Pengfei's eyes as if they were looking at a piece of shit on the side of the road.

"Liang Pengfei, you are just a pirate-born Han man, what, do you still want to ride on top of our full heads, just a general soldier of the sailor, a petty officer with a big fart, want to fight with Lao Tzu, and don't look at your surname. Get out! If you provoke Lao Tzu, let alone a general soldier, even if you are a commander, you have to give Lao Tzu obediently lying on the ground and calling me a master. Ebuga sneered.

Liang Pengfei also smiled, but he laughed more arrogantly and wildly than the Eight Banners soldiers opposite. "Your grandmother's, okay, Ling finally saw someone who was even crazier than me, Ebuga, Ebuga, do you really think you are a character?" Liang Pengfei took his hands like this and slowly climbed the steps, and the hands of Bai Shusheng and the others, who were more than ten steps behind him, had already hung down and placed them next to the handle of the revolver on his waist, staring at those Ebuga's personal soldiers, as long as he dared to pull the knife out of the sheath, Bai Shusheng was confident that the opponent's knife would become a corpse full of gun holes if it could not be unsheathed.

Liang Pengfei walked towards the steps so proudly, facing those soldiers with hideous and fierce expressions, his eyes were as cold as knives, stabbing those people's hearts with cold and chills, like a group of local chickens facing hungry tigers. After Liang Pengfei climbed the last step, he stood in front of the Buga, looking at the dead fat man condescendingly. "Face is earned by yourself, not by others, understand? Ebuga, don't fuck shame on your face! ”

"You dare to talk to me like this, you are a good dog, you dare to threaten this official like this!" Hearing Liang Pengfei's words, Ebujia was so angry that his fat face turned purple, and his hand was pressed on the handle of the knife and the hole was broken, but looking at Liang Pengfei, who was ruthless and vicious all over his body, he just didn't dare to let the knife come out of the sheath in the slightest.

"Han dog?!" Liang Pengfei narrowed his eyes, and then, raised his foot, stretched, everyone felt that there was a flower in front of them, and Ebuga's fat body like a meat ball suddenly soared, and rolled directly into the reclining Buddha Pavilion, and even Ebuga's screams were not yet sound, Liang Pengfei came first, copied his hands, clasped the throat of Ebuga, and viciously pressed him directly on the clay statue and gold Reclining Buddha lotus platform, the impact force was so great that even the lotus platform shook a puff of cigarettes and smoke that I don't know how long it had been deposited.

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Liang Pengfei's left hand actually pushed the Ebuga off the ground, and with the other hand pulled out the revolver he was carrying, the oily, metallic barrel was on the center of the Ebuga's eyebrows at the moment. "Say it again." Liang Pengfei's voice was calm and calm, but his eyes were as sharp as a sharp blade slowly drawn from the cold ice for thousands of years, and his throat would be cut at a glance.

Ebuga's hands struggled to hold Liang Pengfei's fingers, and his feet kept stomping, like a fat guinea pig hanging from a cliff tree. There was a terrifying light in his eyes, and his face, which had been purple, was now as white as a freshly dried lime wall.

The soldiers of Ebuga were all stunned, and they froze beyond the threshold, their mouths open like a group of hippos about to perform a collective recitation. His eyes were like a row of salted fish on the bamboo rack.

"Let go of the forehead, let go quickly!" Ebuga's own soldiers came to their senses and shouted and cursed, but none of them dared to step forward. And at this time, Liang Pengfei's guards had already rushed up, and without saying a word, they just picked up the back of the knife or the handle of the gun, regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one, it was a violent beating, and in an instant, all the soldiers of the Eight Banners who were originally showing off their might were beaten into leeches that twitched and twisted on the ground.

"Let go of me, let go of me, Liang Pengfei, oh no, Lord Liang, Lord Liang, don't kill me." At this moment, Ebuga felt that he was on the verge of death, and the strange style of the firearm made him feel that his life was like an autumn leaf that would fall at any time, seeing Liang Pengfei's serious and indifferent eyes, thinking of this guy's famous name in the past, as well as his title of a butcher who kills people without blinking.

At this moment, where can Ebuga still take care of the pride of his Eight Banners, the arrogance of the red belt of the clan, and the high position of the Left Capital of the Eight Banners, he just wants to live. I don't know when a stream of heat has flowed down the placket and thighs.

"I said, I thought he was a tough guy, but it turned out to be a fucking bastard." Liang Pengfei pursed his lips, and as soon as he let go of his hand, the forehead Bujia directly collapsed on the floor, and the floor was already wet, and a fishy smell began to spread.

Liang Pengfei spat in disgust, turned around, but couldn't help but be stunned, he saw two women, one was the young lady who covered the red cloak, and the other was the maid ring in the yellow dress, but compared to the young lady who made the cloak cover only a green silk exposed, Liang Pengfei cared more about the girl who was leaning against the wall, covering her stomach, and looking at her stunning girl ring in surprise.

That's right, this chick is really beautiful enough, a pair of beautifully, as if it can hook people's hearts, the eyes are wide open, the mouth is the kind of authentic cherry mouth, but it is slightly warped, revealing the crystal teeth, so that you give birth to a pair of cherry lips are very plump, very surname. The smoky eyebrows can be embellished, and the eyes are like water.

At the corners of her mouth, there was a blood scab formed by a trace of overflowing blood, and her face seemed to be secreting cold sweat, which made her delicate and pretty face have a trace of poignant, making people have an urge to care.

"Goo." Liang Pengfei, the rascal, subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and at this time, the old servant rushed in, and threw himself in front of the red cloak regardless of it.

Liang Pengfei glanced at the old man with disdain, the slender and thin body under the red cloak fluctuated very evenly, it was clear that the little girl was frightened and fainted, and when he saw the old guy's posture without knowing the situation, he might think that it was a dead man.

Liang Pengfei walked up to the little beauty who was staring at him blankly, showed a smile that he thought was the most gentle, stretched out his big hand, and naturally wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth for her: "Does it still hurt?" ”

"......" The young lady in the yellow dress looked at Liang Pengfei's sunny smile and the bright teeth, and had the illusion that her eyes would be burned by him, she lowered her eyes in a little panic, and nodded timidly.

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Ebuga's kick made her fly out, but the most unlucky thing was not her, but the pro-soldier who grabbed her arm behind her, the weight of the two people plus the usual surname, directly knocked the pro-soldier to faint, although the pain in the abdomen was unbearable, and the left hand didn't know what was going on, but she couldn't move a bit, under the stimulation of the pain, she was just dizzy for a while, and when Liang Pengfei rushed into the courtyard gate, she was already sober.

Then, the conversation between Liang Pengfei and Na Bujia, as well as the scene where Liang Pengfei broke out and hurt people, and finally pointed a gun at the head of the damn fat pig, were all seen by her, and at that moment, her mind was all tied to the tall and majestic young man, and she was extremely nervous, for fear that he would be hurt when he saved himself.

Seeing him holding the fat pig with one hand, she even forgot the pain in her body, and now, when he came to herself, she didn't dare to let her eyes follow him like Fang Cai.

"Don't be afraid, with me, no one dares to hurt you and your young lady." Liang Pengfei took it back with his big hand, well, it felt very smooth, and the skin of this little girl was like the layer of milk skin floating on the hot milk.

"Huh? ......" The young lady raised her head in some astonishment and looked at Liang Pengfei, as if she didn't quite understand whether Liang Pengfei was confused or confused. My young lady, what do you mean by me and my young lady?

"Why is your young lady as stupid as a pig, Lao Tzu has already told me thousands of times, the west of the city is those miscellaneous territories of the Eight Banners, everyone in the women's academy is not allowed to come here, look at it, now something has happened, look at you, and let your young lady be involved." Liang Pengfei looked at the beautiful girl in front of him who seemed to be a little scared and stupid, and said with the same hatred of the enemy. His eyes stared at the delicate woman who had fainted on her stomach at the entrance of the Reclining Buddha Pavilion.

The young lady's eyes stared at Liang Pengfei, ashamed, annoyed, angry, and her complicated feelings were really difficult to express in words.

"Miss, huh...... Red apricot?! At this time, the old servant who wiped his nose and tears and uncovered the cloak couldn't help but be taken aback after seeing the figure under the cloak clearly, and then subconsciously cast his eyes on this side. Miss, why are you here. ”

"It's me, Uncle Wu." This stunning beauty barely managed to squeeze out a smile.

"You...... Are you a young lady? Liang Pengfei glanced at the old servant who crawled over with a rolling belt, and then at this stunning beauty with a strange expression, a needle in her eyes, and a voice as sweet and glutinous as that Su Wu rice cake.

"I said." Liang Pengfei, who was sweaty and embarrassed, felt that he should look for a hole nearby.

(To be continued)