Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.inforeadx;?" Wash bed sheets. What do you mean?" I know the fat guy won't be playing with me at this time. There must be some kind of moth coming out again. Then I listened to what follows.

"These souls are too difficult. Come. Brothers. Let's give the girls a strangulation." Talking. The fat man reached out and tore at the two white shadows on his body. But. Looks like the fat guy doesn't tear as easily as I do. Busy with a sweat. Only then did he tear the two white shadows down.

Subsequently. The fat man asked me to pull the white shadow off my body again. See me pull it off. The white shadow was dragged down. The fat man smacked his lips in confusion. Then he joined forces with me to mix the three white shadows together. Then. It's like two people working together to twist a sheet. One person grabs the other. Twisted the three white shadows together. And it is more and more screwed finer. Soon." Poof". The "white rope" was broken in the middle. A pungent white dust erupted. The three white shadows disappeared in an instant.

"Hmm. Did the ghosts of those three little devils escape?" I was shocked. Looking at the fat man, he asked.

"Run. Osama bin Laden is dead. Where else do they want to flee? Depend on. The perfect soul is gone." Fat man clapping his hands. T squinted at me with lightning speed. That's called a drag.

"What's going on? It's here." I'm still a little confused.

"Didn't it say that inside. If the ghost's yin energy is particularly strong. Then more than three ghosts come together. It will make the phenomenon of yin and yin restraining each other and eating each other. In the end, all the souls are scattered. So. This is called three ghosts into tigers. Do you understand?"

"Got it. Elder brother. Listen to you. Save me ten books. Well. Follow you. Really long learning. Really." I looked at the fat man. Make a look of adoration.

". At first glance, you are a fake model. Exercise. Being a human being is more deficient than a kidney. I'm rubbing." The fat man could see that I was squeezing him. Scolded. Turn around and walk outside.

The fat man and I walked out of the hut full of stumps and broken arms. At this time. The gunfire outside was still intense. Looks like. The "cops" who can't be killed are storming the hideouts of the soldiers and SWAT officers.

While most of the forces of the "police" who could not be killed were besieging the strongholds of the military police. At the moment, the bungalow area is full of small groups of stragglers. The fat man and I are like Einsatzgruppen going behind enemy lines. Start breaking them down one by one.

Those "policemen" who were possessed by the ghosts of the Japanese army were a little hideous except for their appearance. The others look just like normal people. But. Its intelligence is still slightly less than that of normal people. More often than not. Or rely on a kind of animal instinct to govern their own actions. So. In the process of confronting them . Me and the fat man were like fighting in the jungle. As long as you can hide yourself perfectly. We can do it with one hit. One hundred is not lost.

This feeling akin to jungle hunting made me nervous and excited at the same time. It's almost overturned.

Right now. It's me and the fat man chasing the souls of those hidden little devils. It can also be regarded as the historical shame of the Japanese army blindly chasing the national army and the communist army in the bloody eight-year War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression. Damn it. I'm always in such a good frame of mind with fat people. No matter what the fuck is. Both of us can always relate it to the safety of our country and to the safety of all mankind. So as to immerse yourself in a very bloody state of excitement as a national hero. Thereupon. The two of us started to go crazy.

That's it for now. After leveling the ghosts of the Japanese army. The excitement of me and the fat man was completely aroused. With a perverted expression covered in blood and grinding teeth sucking blood. Aggressively began to look for the "police" who were possessed by the ghosts of the little devils all over the bungalow area.

Stop. When I wandered with the fat man to a chaotic shantytown with a messy house, a bit like an old Shanghai alley. I really saw that the five "policemen" were like a group of rats who had been flooded. Scurrying around.

The fat man and I saw the prey in our eyes. Didn't think much about it. A man picks up a brick from the ground. Slammed into a wooden window on the right that still had some broken glass.

Where can that window, which has been in its old age, withstand the ravages of me and the fat man's big bricks? With two loud noises of "bang" and "boom". The whole window, along with the glass, fell down.

This sound really startled the "police". Turning the muzzle almost reflexively . There was a dense strafing of fire towards the rattling window.

The fat man and I waited for this time difference. When I saw the five "policemen", all the attention was drawn by that window. I'm three steps and two steps with the fat man." "Wow, blah, p-h Then I swung my nail clippers sideways with my right hand. He pulled the head of one of the "policemen" down.

Here. Fat people are more convenient. It's like playing billiards. Start by aiming at the head of a "policeman". I slapped it with a submachine gun. The head of the "policeman" flew straight out. and hit the head of another "policeman." Poof". Both heads exploded at the same time. Red and white sprinkled all over the ground.

In a blink of an eye. The fat man and I had already settled the three "policemen." The more we fought, the more courageous we were, and we were about to clean up the remaining two "policemen", when we saw that the two guys with the same face and blood holes on their bodies actually threw away the submachine guns in their hands. Then he looked at me and the fat man with a fierce face. Look at the posture is to fight us hand-to-hand.

Yah. It's quite exquisite. I want to practice alone with our little brothers. Mom you. Play with us. Are we still afraid that you will not succeed?

After seeing this. The fat man and I spat and foamed at the ground. Back then, it was said that when the bayonet was fighting. Three soldiers of the National Army could barely beat one Japanese soldier. Today, our little brother and I really want to see it. Whether this legend is true or not.

Come to think of it. Me and the fat man didn't hesitate. Each of them grabbed the weapons in their hands and rushed towards the two "policemen" who had already opened their fighting positions. Catch the right one and fight it.

This fight. The fat man and I found out that these two Japanese ghosts were actually Lian Jiazi. No wonder we have to practice with both of us.

Let's start with this "policeman" who fights with me. But the action is very sensitive. Slippery like a loach. I waved my right arm. Smash and top. But he deftly avoided it. A long time. I'm a little out of breath.

Look at the fat man again. He was confronted by a lanky "policeman" who looked like a sugar cane. Lean and lean. But he dared to wrestle with the fat man on the shelf. And the force is amazing. The tricks are not bad either. Don't look at the fat man's body, with Xu Yujing's spiritual help. But I didn't take advantage of it for a while.

Hey. His brother-in-law's. I can't see it. These two "policemen", or rather, the souls of the little devils in their bodies really have two brushes. The kung fu under his hands is very hard.

There is no quick fix. The fat man and I couldn't help but feel a little anxious. Why. We are mainly afraid of being entangled by these two guys later. In case a group of "policemen" possessed by the ghosts of the Japanese army come up later. Smack" a few shots. Me and the fat man are completely 0ver.

Come to think of it. I don't care about nausea or anything. The left hand poked the "policeman" in the eye. Of course. This is a false trick. Call it to attack and it will be saved. Lure it to raise its hands to defend itself. to expose the gap in the chest and abdomen.

Really. The "policeman" subconsciously raised his hand to block. My right hand was stuck straight into his body like a javelin. Ah. Hands feel warm and greasy. It's all soft and slippery.

I endured nausea. The body continues to push forward with its right arm. The "policeman" who was disemboweled, I also staggered back. Retreat all the way back to back with the "policeman" who fought with the fat man. I turned my right arm. Lean forward. The right arm penetrates the back of the first "policeman". Directly inserted into the back of the second "policeman".

The second "policeman" was suddenly attacked. Instinctively leaning back. Hands loose. The fat man seized this opportunity. A leg stumbled and knocked him to the ground. Then he picked up the punching bag and smashed it.

Since I haven't had time to pull out my right arm yet. The second "policeman" fell to the ground. I was also taken down. It turned out to be me rolling together with two "cops". The fat man pressed on it and smashed it with his old fist.

But. Even so. We are also dominant. But. Everything is unpredictable. A variable that does not depend on human will. We're just going to fight these two "cops". But I forgot the ghosts of the Japanese soldiers in the bodies of the three "policemen" who were killed by us just now.

So. Just when the fat man was about to smash the heads of those two "policemen" into tofu brains. Three white shadows floated silently like a scarf. And quickly wrapped around my head and neck with the fat man. We almost took our breath away.

The attack was sudden. And it's completely tied to our heads. The fat man and I were also flustered. The two "policemen" had to let go and began to tear the white shadows around their faces and necks with their hands.

Then. The gap I peeked through the white shadow that wrapped around my head. I saw the two "policemen" who had reached the ground and got up again. His face still dangles with the eyeballs that were smashed by the fat man's iron fist. Begin to fumble for submachine guns. it. If only they got the submachine guns. My life and that of the fat man are over.

Come to think of it. My heart is in a hurry. A wave of anger arose. I feel a chill in my head. A blue light suddenly shot out from the position of the yin and yang eyes. With that blue light coming out. The white shadow around my head froze in an instant. I shook my head. The white shadow, which had already ossified, shattered into countless pieces. And quickly disappear into thin air.

As soon as I broke free. Immediately began to tear the two impermeable white shadows on the fat man's head with his hands. And quickly tore out a gap, revealing the fat man's big mouth.

The fat man's mouth is liberated. The first is not to take a big breath of air. Instead, it bites hard at those white shadows. It also bites "squeaks". I can hear goosebumps on my body. And endlessly.

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