And the two "men" in front of him don't care about the excitement of others at all.

They are more excited than anyone else, and they are the most excited.

They just waved to the wall.

They only care about when this wall can be broken through, and when they can kill the "person" on the other side in order to avenge their lover who has just disappeared.

Syllable!

Boom!

Syllable!

Boom!

Syllable!

Boom!

This old wall, with enough materials, good workmanship, although this building is not inhabited for many years, but the foundation is there.

Like a lot of old things, they look shabby, and they are much stronger than the new ones now.

Therefore, this two-way smashing wall, after a long time, only a brick was a little loose.

It seems that the opposite side won.

Is this how much they love that "woman" through the amount of strength they have?

I don't know.

I only know that after this first brick is loosened, the opposite side will concentrate its efforts to break this point again!

How wise that is. In contrast, the domestic violence man here only knows how to smash with brute force, but he doesn't understand.

After a while, the loose brick, sure enough, fell to the ground on this side.

But!

FURTHER DOWN, IT'S SHOWTIME FOR DOMESTIC VIOLENCE MEN AGAIN.

Such a large iron shelf, on the wall where a brick has already fallen, boom! Syllable! Syllable! Three times, directly pushed the wall out of a large hole.

Even the bricks with wall ash, a hula all pressed on the opposite "man surnamed Wang".

"Ah!!h The domestic violence man roared, threw the iron frame in his hand, stretched out his hands and rushed over!

The "man surnamed Wang" on the opposite side seemed to be much thinner, although most of his body was pressed under the wall tiles, and his right hand stretched out outside looked very weak.

As he spoke, the domestic violence man here rushed over the wall, rushed over the bricks, and pinched his hands straight on the weak man's neck.

It's a dead move.

Although he was pressed by the bricks, he could clearly feel the struggle of the weak man.

Although this struggle, it was still suppressed by the domestic violence man standing on the brick.

Gasp.

This...... That's not an order of magnitude at all.

Xiao Ling and the others were stunned.

The cameras in the front building were also stunned.

What is this?

One trick and it's gone?

Yes, just one move, and it's gone.

The legs under the bricks, no longer struggling.

The domestic violence man has always maintained a state of stretching his hands forward and has been suppressing.

This is...... Is this considered a win?

Yes, that's a win.

Naturally, there will be no struggle under the bricks.

The domestic violence man stretched his hands forward and fell straight to the side.

Parallel to his outstretched hands was a slender pen in the middle of his neck.

Yes, pens.

The body of the pen is that old black-green color.

Very classical, very civilized.

Such a cultural thing is now actually a murder weapon.

Such a weak "man surnamed Wang" actually used such a gentle pen to kill such a powerful domestic violence man with one move.

Yes, no one will believe it when it is said.

Domestic violence men don't believe it either.

He stretched out his hand straight, stared at him, and immediately lost his breath.

This kind of thing, unless you see it with your own eyes, who will believe it?

So long scolding,

So fierce smashing of the wall,

So sad and bitter weeping,

In exchange for such a short and direct literary kill.

No!

This is the most domineering kill!

One move is deadly. This is a story that only exists in Gu Long's novels.

It's actually staged right in front of my eyes.

Although it is not a real person who does it, it is not a living person, but it is also shocking enough.

Xiao Ling walked over slowly, wanting to pass through the broken wall hole and see what was going on on the other side.

The hole is still supporting the body of the domestic violence man on one side, and the other side is blocked by an iron frame.

It's not easy to get over it.

Moreover, it is not easy to drill.

The little ghost grabbed Xiao Ling.

Xiao Ling understood, turned his head and opened the door, walked to 201, took out the set of keys to find 201, and opened the lock......

As soon as the door opened, it was the straight-edged corpse.

Although he has been killed, the eyes that refuse to believe him are still very scary.

201, like 202, is also a place of dust.

The "man surnamed Wang" was still crushed under the bricks.

It seems that he can't believe that with such a move, he will give the domestic violence man ......

He's also on guard. Holding the brick in his hand, he didn't dare to relax.

After careful observation for a while, the domestic violence man really didn't seem to react, so he put down the brick and struggled to stand up.

finally sat up, but still not at ease, picked up a brick and poked it on the head of the domestic violence man, but there was no response.

He knocked it on the head and shrank back...... No response.

Far away, smashed hard...... No response.

It seems that it really went.

Wen Xiaonan looked left and right, looking at the body of the domestic violence man, half in 201 and half in 202.

The belly is right in the middle of the wall.

"Hmph, this can't be done, when you're alive, you don't treat Qiu Ping well, and I can't let you be together when I'm dead." Wen Xiaonan said, reaching out and dragging the body of the domestic violence man to room 201.

After all, the weak man is weak, and he spent a lot of effort smashing the wall just now.

So, dragging a corpse took a lot of effort.

It seems reasonable to say that corpses are heavier than living people.

Anyway, it dragged over.

The weak man fell to the ground, panting.

The weak man gasped for a while and cried.

This cry is different from the previous flower pot girl, and there is no such feeling of pain in it.

There are no grievances either.

Only that kind ...... Yes, only the pain of losing my love.

I lost my love again.

Never lose my love.

Also a poor man.

Xiao Linghuan looked at room 201. Unlike the 202, the 201 doesn't even have a bed.

Yes, it's just wall after wall......

"Qiu Ping, I love you!"

"Apple, love you!"

"I have no chance in this life, I will die in my life"

"He put on your wedding dress, and I don't want to put on a robe"

"Miss you!"

……

It's all over the wall.

The ceilings are all over.

Xiao Ling pulled the dust on the ground with his foot, and the ground was also there.

It's all this kind of word, big and small, dense, black paint.

What a miserable man this man must be.

The weak man gasped and cried.

After a while, he stood up.

Squatted down again. Go and sort out the bricks on the ground, piece by piece, and stack them neatly on the side.

He ran over and dragged away the corpse. The corpse may have been holding him back.

And he cleaned the hole in the wall.

What a man who loves cleanliness.

After cleaning up, the bricks were put back one by one.

Only one piece is missing!

Yes, that piece was in room 202, and he chiseled it into room 202 with a pen.

The weak man sighed heavily and sat down on the ground.

Xiao Ling realized that under the brick just now, it was actually an iron basin!

The basin was also black inside, and at the bottom of the basin was a pile of ashes.

What does that mean?

Xiao Ling felt a headache.

"You don't understand me at all." The weak man leaned against the wall he had built, kicked the body of the domestic violence man fiercely, and said.