"Bang dang!"

Fang Fatzi sat in the car and saw Lao Zhou's operation in less than a minute to control the strong man, and hurriedly got out of the car, opened the trunk, and found a 70-centimeter solid wood baseball bat from the trunk, commonly known as a pickaxe handle.

"Your uncle! I'll make you howl! I'll make you howl!"

Lao Zhou had already beaten the strong man's nose bone crookedly, and the nosebleed was like not wanting money, and he jumped out in an uproar, so that half of his sleeve was wet.

"Stop fighting! Stop fighting!"

Fang Fatzi saw Lao Zhou in such a crazy state for the first time, and he didn't get used to it for a while, and the pickaxe in his hand was like a void, and he didn't hit it for a long time.

"Fuck you!"

Lao Zhou let go of his legs angrily, and then stretched out his leg and kicked the little foot of No. 40 on the temple of the strong man, and pulled out the right leg under it with force.

"Alright, alright."

Fang Fat Man bent down and pulled Lao Zhou's shoulders in fear, and helped him up from the ground without too much effort, glanced at the strong man who had more breath and less breath, and asked Lao Zhou, who was still in a state of anger, with a worried expression: "You can't beat him to death, right!?"

"You can't die!"

Lao Zhou was tired of Fang Fat's mouthful and tongue-talking, snatched the pickaxe handle in his hand, and was eager to try to give the strong man Tianling cover again.

"!"

Fang Fatzi hugged Lao Zhou with all his strength: "Brother Yi is asking you to control him, not letting you kill him!"

"If I had changed my temper more than ten years ago, I would have killed him."

Lao Zhou was murderously stunned and grabbed the pickaxe handle with his armpit, and poked Fang Fat's buttocks: "This person can't be thrown here, he will be towed in the car."

"Okay!"

Fang Fatzi let go of Lao Zhou after answering, inserted his hands into the analysis of the strong man's arms, his movements were extremely skillful, as if he was dragging the corpse, and his mouth was chattering: "You are really not afraid of killing, you don't squat on the fence when he dies?" You don't eat peanuts when he's dead? Play this burying energy. ”

"Don't push it."

Lao Zhou held a pickaxe in his hand, and his body kept rotating back and forth, always paying attention to the impenetrable white mist that was still forming within ten meters around him.

"Whew...... Call...... Whew......"

The cold wind whistled like crying for no reason, and Lao Zhou's clothes began to sway, blowing goosebumps for him and Fang Fatzi.

"What's the situation?"

Fang Fat Man dragged the strong man to the side of the car, only to find the unusual changes in front of him, as well as the flickering, erratic, and flying figures in the mist.

"Open your door!"

Lao Zhou was extremely calm and commanded the fat man.

Fang Fatzi didn't change too much in Lao Zhou's tone when he heard it, so he opened the rear driving door relatively calmly and stuffed the strong man inside.

"Hoo ......"

As soon as Fang Fatzi opened the car door, a cold wind as hard as a sharp knife blew in his face, which was mixed with seven or eight faces of men, women and children, and the expressions of the faces were endlessly resentful, as if Fang Fatzi was their father-killing enemy.

"Oh!"

Fang Fatzi was shocked, forced by the wind to retreat again and again, and finally fell to the ground in a panic and fell at the feet of Lao Zhou.

"Bang!"

The sound of a heavy object hitting the car cover sounded in the ears of the fat man.

"you!"

Immediately afterwards, Fang Fatzi heard a familiar scolding sound, and subconsciously looked up at Lao Zhou standing behind him.

The old Zhou at this moment is completely different from the old Zhou in the past.

He was full of ruthlessness, which could only be tempered in the desperate situation of experiencing the rain of bullets and bullets, life and death fighting, etc.

Be cruel to others and to yourself.

"Bang!"

Without waiting for the fat man to squeak, Lao Zhou raised the pickaxe handle again and knocked on the lid of the car in front of him, his eyes were edged, and his disdainful eyes were vividly displayed.

"you!"

This Lao Zhou's second swear words seemed to be emboldening Fang Fat.

"Whew...... Whew......"

The cold wind did not choose to retreat because of Lao Zhou's existence, but became more and more ferocious, and the fog and cold wind matched well to surround the two of them.

"Hahaha......"

"Woo woo woo ......"

……

Countless faces are within easy reach.

There are those who don't care about laughing, those who cry sadly, those who are madly scolding, those who curse the two of them for not dying well, and those who beg for peace of mind and reincarnation.

The demonic voice came into Fang Fatman's ears, making Fang Fatman sit still, swaying left and right with his head in his hands, trying to get rid of these damn things.

"Bang! Boom! Bang!"

Lao Zhou rhythmically knocked on the lid of the car, and the sound of the knocking was competing with the howl of the ghost crying wolf, and even faintly pressed over one head.

Maybe it was because Lao Zhou, who had been knocking for a long time, felt tired and tired, so he coldly rushed to the group of lonely souls and wild ghosts hiding in the fog and asked, "Do you still want to die a second time?!"

“……”

For a while, the cold wind was silent.

The ghost of his daughter-in-law on Lao Zhou's shoulder suddenly appeared, tilting his head and moving motionless. At the same time, Lao Zhou's body momentum underwent indescribable changes again, the last second was the rigidity of an iron-blooded soldier, and the next second was a monstrous yin qi like a true god of the underworld, and the yin qi actually covered his body, forming a network of protective film.

There are also red resentments from all over the country, and a steady stream of them are coming rapidly. When the first resentment was combined with the yin qi, the pupils of Lao Zhou's eyes turned red, which was the unique red of blood.

Lao Zhou raised the pickaxe handle, was silent for a long time, resisted the endless killing thoughts in his heart, and said word by word: "I'll just say three numbers, if you don't disperse by yourself, I'll kill you all the!"

This is like a middle-aged decadent drunkard with slumped shoulders!

"Buzz ......"

Some of the lonely ghosts are scared, and a few have already run away.

"One!"

Lao Zhou bit his lip and spoke with his throat.

"Buzz!"

The first one counted and ran a third of the lonely ghosts.

"Two!"

Lao Zhou touched his neck without hesitation, and the red of his pupils was extremely bright.

"Buzz ......"

After the second counted, two-thirds of the lonely ghosts ran away, and the remaining one-third still pinned their hopes on the strong man who was unconscious.

"me calves!"

Lao Zhou didn't follow the routine at all, didn't count three, scolded angrily, and then stepped on the window frame of the rolled down window with his left foot, as if TM would work lightly, his left foot kicked violently with a borrowed point, and successfully jumped to the roof of the car.

"Huh!"

The cheap skins who don't remember to eat or beat dissipated completely, and not even a single excess mist left any traces worth pondering.

"Little Fangzi!"

Lao Zhou saw that all the lonely souls and wild ghosts were deserted and fled, so he quietly and slowly dispersed his momentum, but the residual power still scared the fat man.

"What...... What's wrong? ”

The fat man Fang, who was almost scared to pee, replied tremblingly.

"You're shivering, JB, your dad is here! Can they hurt you? ”

Lao Zhou recovered his confused mental state, jumped out of the carport lightly, stuffed the strong man into the back seat by himself, and then closed the door and no longer cared whether the strong man was alive or dead.

"What the hell are you doing? Why can't I see through you? ”

Fang Fatzi cleaned the back of his buttocks, got into the car with Lao Zhou, sat in the main driver, and asked with great curiosity.

"!"

Lao Zhou turned around and threw the pickaxe handle behind, took out a bottle of brand-new and unopened Erguotou from the hand button, unscrewed the cap of the bottle and blew half a bottle to his mouth, and then gasped and flickered Fang Fat: "Do you know Luffy?" I've worshiped him and learned to be so domineering, One Piece almost made me a thief back then, a thief. ”

"!"

Fang Fatzi knew that he was not stupid: "I have a bridge with Naruto, why don't you say that you learned the Realm King Fist from Sun Wukong?"