The interpreter came out of nowhere, and looked at Don as he smashed a tire into the wall, and snorted.

Just now, he said that he was a second-grade martial artist, not afraid of the so-called ghost call, and he punched away the huge tires that fell from the sky.

It turned out to be a good thing now, and it was directly made into a 'sandwich biscuit'.

The two bodyguards from the Protector Army are fine.

They only suffered a few scrapes, and Donn was the worst, absorbing all the impact head-on.

With the shouting of the interpreter, the medical team on standby 24 hours a day in the medical university quickly arrived.

He Xiaotian watched the picture of everyone working together to pull out the tires, and then lifted Tang En onto the stretcher, and walked over whistling, looking like a crowd of onlookers eating melons.

If it were to be known, he had just swept the tire.

It will definitely make people suspect that He Xiaotian is retaliating.

Thanks to this visitor from the world, he is a second-shop martial artist.

The body is as strong as an ox, and a certain reckless man is just 'a light sweep'.

Otherwise, you don't need to send it to the ward, you can send it directly to the crematorium for incineration.

In the makeshift ward, the number one hundred and fifty people either had bandages around their arms or thighs.

Slightly miserable, his head was wrapped in a circle.

Although the medical facilities here are complete, the nurse is as beautiful as a flower.

But it hurts, it still hurts!

A group of people screamed, and it was just a matter of lifting stone locks all day long.

When it comes to resisting beatings and resisting beatings, they are really inferior to He Xiaotian's registered disciples.

"Squeak!"

A hospital bed was pushed into the room by a nurse, and the person on the bed was covered in bandages, revealing only two eyes.

More than a dozen students from the Tang En Group on both sides of the room were stunned.

Are there any such miserable people among our friends?

The apprentice of the big muscle bully on the opposite side is too ruthless!

"Brother, how did you offend people and make people look like this?"

It's no wonder that the people in the ward are strange, it's a battle of words that everyone is dying.

It's just a fight, not to beat people to death!

Don looked at the curious students in the room and let out an angry voice.

"Bastard! When you're healed, everyone's stone locks will double in weight!! ”

But to the rest of the people, he was talking about something, babbling.

"Goo-dong!"

There can be such an accent in the medical university, and there is no one who doesn't speak human language, except for Tang En.

"Teach...... Instructor?! ”

After a group of people reacted, they were stunned like wooden chickens, why did you become a mummy?

Okay, at noon, the little muscle sticks on the other side are mummified troops.

As a result, his instructor made people mummified in the afternoon.

it!

The big and small muscle bully is really not easy to mess with, so let's walk around when I see them in the future.

He Xiaotian never expected that the dirty water would still splash on himself.

Tang En was walked over, and He Damang returned to the playground pretending to be nothing.

He waved his hand to the dog-legged trio and ordered, "I have something to go out, you can watch these little bunnies for me for the time being." You can't fall behind in your daily cultivation. If I come back and find out that they have any slack, I will not punish them. And the three of you, be careful. Do you understand? ”

The three of them nodded, weighed their respective weapons, and everything was silent.

Whoever dares to make it difficult for them, they will take the knife and cut whomever they want.

I didn't dare before, so I could only scare.

Not anymore!

Take a look at these little cuties, one by one, the muscles of cultivation are knotted.

plus "Bronze Statue Gong", as long as you don't cut too hard, it's fine.

The registered disciples who were sweating like rain on the playground felt a chill inexplicably rise on their backs.

The three people standing with the master in front of them seem to have sheep's horns growing on the top of their heads?

Wait, why did the blade in your hand become a demon's fork?

It won't be dazzling!

After He Xiaotian finished explaining, he left the playground, walked to the gate of the medical university, and took a key from the soldiers in the communication room.

Walked to the garage and drove out a special SUV.

Now he is one of the two instructors of the Scavenger Martial Arts Program, which is somewhat of a power.

In the search system in the car, Gao Jie's home was found and set as the destination.

Then the special SUV entered intelligent driving, and He Xiaotian rested under false sleep.

The harassing phone call is obviously a supernatural incident, and it is not clear that Gao Jie's younger brother died because of this reason.

If not, why did it go into Gao Jie's phone and not anyone else?

This kid is one of his most optimistic disciples, and he can't die halfway before his wings are grown.

If he goes out of school, he can't say that He Xiaotian won't care.

After all, he is not a savior.

A community in the magic capital, 402.

Gao Jie sat tiredly on the sofa in the living room, with a sad face.

All afternoon, he went to the police station.

According to the on-site investigation, it was an accident.

A little girl suddenly slipped out of the crowd, causing a pickup truck loaded with steel pipes to hit a fire hydrant after slamming the steering wheel to the left.

Due to inertia, the steel pipe is shot.

Gao Chunpeng turned his head, inserted it into his eye socket, and died on the spot.

I went through the claim procedures at the police station, and it was already dark.

Tomorrow, I have to contact the people at the funeral home to hold a funeral for my younger brother.

The parents were overly sad and never wanted to leave.

Gao Jie was already notified in the middle of his cultivation, and after some tossing, he was physically and mentally exhausted, so he went home to rest first.

"Bell bell bell ......"

The phone in the living room rang, and he didn't think much about it, but picked it up.

"Hello?"

“......”

"Speak." He was in a bad mood, and his voice was cold.

"Fire."

"Toot toot toot...... Toot Toot ......"

After spit out two words on the other side, he hung up the phone.

"Hey! What do you mean? ”

"Bang!"

Gao Jie slapped the phone to pieces, and as soon as his younger brother died, someone called him to say that there was a fire.

Is this cursing him?

Bastard, don't let me know who you are!

Otherwise, you are good-looking.

He walked to the bathroom, undressed, and began to shower.

Opposite, rooftop.

Two young men dressed as students are sneakily smoking.

The two swallowed the clouds and spit fog, so unhappy.

If this appearance is bumped into by parents, it will definitely be a violent beating.

After Gao Jie walked into the bathroom, they also finished smoking a cigarette.

The two casually threw cigarette butts down and returned to the building.

Because it's summer, almost no one closes their windows.

In addition, when the cigarette butt fell, a strange wind blew.

Two cigarette butts with a surface temperature of 300 degrees and a core temperature of 700-800 degrees were blown into Gao Jie's home.

Coincidentally, it also landed on the sofa.

A moment later, the flames rose.

A trace of smoke did not drift to the bathroom, but was all pulled out by the strong wind outside the room.

When Gao Jie finished taking a shower and came out of the bathroom.

Flames, filling the room.