Chapter 299: Seven Flails Society, you bastard

When Zhang Yinyuan covered his wrapped head like a zongzi, and saw the light again through the thick gauze intervals, while rubbing Fa Mu's head, the memory of being pierced into the ground by a big waist gradually flowed back into his mind, and he suddenly remembered that the blow of the Qijia Society directly blew himself away. Flame surging's straight fist, straight, rough, simply, direct, if it weren't for the battle record of the space in the retina, and shattered the flame slag with an attack on the attack, I'm afraid he wouldn't have to suffer such a slap from the bush, the pain of the top door made him grin. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

(Sure enough,The game can't be fully believed.,Obviously in the game's 'final impact' has to be accumulated.,This raised hand and punched it out.。。。 There's also this back fall.,It seems that the Seven Families Society won't come to this trick.。。。 The damage is so high. He sat up, his eyes wandering around through the gap in the gauze, and he became familiar with the environment.

(Here...) Yes)

What caught his eye was an extremely large room, in which there were wide sofas, wide tables and chairs, and a wide bed, and he was lying on a wide tatami mat, looking at the surrounding large appliances that were obviously specially customized, Zhang Yinyuan was a little stunned, until he saw the tall man leaning on the edge of the wide window, and suddenly remembered Zhuolu's likes and dislikes of the Seven Flails Society that he had told him.

[Big brother, what about the Seven Flails Society, he's a super super hate of being small, by the way, he doesn't like to eat eggplant yet, because he's a guitarist like Yagami, and he once laughed at Yagami's clothes for being eggplant skin, well, also, he likes to eat noodles, especially instant noodles]

I couldn't help pouting, this flail society doesn't hate small things anymore, just look at the lamp bulb that looks about the size of a football, and I don't know how he played so wild in the small place of the 'low point bar'...

(So, this place where everything is magnanimous is the home of this guy from the Seven Flails Society?) ）

Just as Zhang Yinyuan was commenting on the residence of the Seven Flails Society, the Seven Flails Society by the window turned around and bowed deeply to Zhang Yinyuan, who was still lying on the ground.

"Please forgive me for not controlling my emotions, and I'm so sorry...

"Uhh Zhang Yinyuan looked at the tall man with drooping eyes in front of him in a daze, and he was a little speechless for a while.

"I didn't expect you to be really a great composer, and I didn't get angry at you for helping everyone escape when I recognized the fact that Ryuji Yamazaki attacked you, please forgive me for my faux pas." The Seven Flail Society said, bowed deeply, and Zhang Yinyuan's eyelids jumped wildly.

"No... Never mind... Zhang Yinyuan suddenly remembered the task given to him by Zhuolu, and quickly turned over and stood up, the corner of his eye swept over a small grenade hanging on his underwear, and saw that the thin hair tied to the grenade handle was still intact, and his eyes flashed, and he quickly retreated to the corner of the wall and made a very aggressive posture.

He shouted sharply at the Seven Flails Society, who were a little confused by his series of actions: "You executioner! Suffer death! ”

kicked on the wall, and then the reaction force of the wall, Zhang Yinyuan directly volleyed at the Seven Flails Society, but perhaps because he had just woken up, coupled with the head injury, which caused some balance problems, he fell to the ground with a snap in the middle of the plop, and for a while he moaned low on the ground, and he couldn't get up after several efforts.

"Huh?!" The Seven Flails couldn't help but widen their eyes, and looked at the wounded man on the ground who was still looking at him viciously in surprise.

"Parched earth! Give my sister's life back! Zhang Yinyuan struggled several times, but couldn't get up from the ground, so he simply shouted, stretched his hand into his arms, and took out a fist-sized grenade, held it in his hand, buckled it with one hand, and shouted angrily, "Butcher!" Let's die together! ”

The grenade was taken out, and the second it was seen clearly by the Seven Flails Society, the Seven Flails Society didn't care about the other party's words and called themselves 'dry earth', the string of pronunciations brought an indescribable throbbing, as if there was a heavy bass beating fiercely at the edge of the heart, hurriedly blended up, stretched out the big fan-like hand and pressed Zhang Yinyuan's hand, pinched the grenade in his hand, and flicked the other party's veins with his fingers, Zhang Yinyuan's arm was soft, and his fingers spread out weakly, and the grenade was gently and skillfully snatched away by the Seven Flails Society.

"Butcher! Give it back! Zhang Yinyuan shouted in vain, his mana turned in his eyes, and his eyes turned red.

"Uhhh The Seven Flails Society looked at Zhang Yinyuan a little speechlessly, you are going to up with this thing, and you want to give it back to you?

"I... I... I'm fighting with you! Zhang Yinyuan's mana rushed to his eyes, tears flew out instantly, tears flowed, Zhang Yinyuan, who fell to the ground softly, squeezed out a strength out of nowhere, and hit the Seven Flails on all fours, and the head covered with gauze crashed into the tall body of the Seven Flails without hesitation, and there was a taste of desperately trying to bite you a piece of meat.

"Hey, hey!" The Seven Flails Society retreated sharply, his wrist turned flexibly, and he didn't know where the grenade in his palm was collected, and then his arm opened, and with his arm span nearly half a meter wider than Zhang Yinyuan, he grabbed Zhang Yinyuan who rushed up tightly.

Seeing Zhang Yinyuan's eyes containing killing intent through the gap, the Seven Flails Society couldn't help but shudder, the pair of eyes that emerged from behind the gauze were fierce, violent, and hysterical in the madness, in this look that seemed to look at the enemies who did not share the sky, the Seven Flail Society did not doubt at all that the other party had just taken out the grenade and was really planning to die with him, although the grenade may not be able to blow himself up...

The moment he met that pair of crazy eyes, the Seven Flails Society really had a plan in his heart to kill this guy who was caught by himself on the spot!

"What the hell are you talking about, you guy?" Suppressing the killing intent that suddenly rose and scared himself, the Seven Flails Society shook his head, how could he have such a thought, and he actually wanted to kill... ,However,This guy just called himself.。。 Butcher? Frowning, the Seven Flails Society asked with a cold snort.

"Let go of me! I'm going to kill you! Zhang Yinyuan shouted like crazy, waving his arms desperately, but unfortunately the innate difference in body size made him unable to touch the Seven Flails Society with height and arm length, and it looked as ridiculous as a child who was put in the air by an adult.

"Tell me! What are you talking about! ”

"Kill you!"

"What is the dry earth? Why do you call me that! ”

"Bastard! Bastard! Bastard! ”

"Humph!" Even the Seven Flails Society, who has not awakened, is not a person without temper, who was originally a little irritable after hearing the pronunciation of 'dry earth', was angered by Zhang Yinyuan's non-cooperation almost instantly, the corners of his mouth grinned, he snorted coldly, and the fingers that clasped Zhang Yinyuan's shoulders were instantly retracted, and he deeply pinched the tendons and fell into Zhang Yinyuan's shoulder muscles.

"Ahh Zhang Yinyuan directly howled with a broken gong-like voice, and kept struggling while howling, seeing that the howling Seven Flail Society was even more irritable, and the mana rushed straight to the cervical spine.

"Hiccup~" rolled his eyes, his body twitched a few times, as if he had been pulled off his back, he rolled his eyes and fainted, leaving only a stunned Seven Flails Club clasping Zhang Yinyuan's shoulders and crying and laughing.

"This... What should I do? Feeling that Zhang Yinyuan had fainted, the Seven Flails Society also helplessly shook Zhang Yinyuan, who was soft and collapsed in his hand, and sighed.