Liang Zichen's performance is very strong, thinking that everything is under control.

"Yes, transfer all the shares of Zhongyuan Real Estate under your name to Zichen's name, otherwise you will die!" Liang Lin also seemed to have found a backer, and said hatefully.

"If God wants people to perish, he must first make them swell!" Mr. Fu also sighed with rare emotion.

"The trapped beast is still fighting, and it is not self-sufficient!"

Liang Zichen snorted coldly and rushed out like lightning.

"How so!"

But then there was a burst of exclamations.

A thick mist of water shrouded all around.

Before he could make a move, the mist had already risen, and by the time he rushed in front of him, he was already enveloped in a thick fog.

It looked as if he was diving headlong into the mist.

The mist was so thick that it seemed to be looking at people through a thick veil, and a little farther away, even a faint black shadow could not be seen.

I only heard a muffled sound of ping-pong plopping.

Subsequently, the dense fog dissipated.

Four people were lying on the ground, and three of them fainted.

The only remaining Liang Zichen was also full of horror,

"Fa Zong!"

It's actually Fa Zong!

Even if he exerts the power of the entire Fu City Tenglong Martial Arts Hall, he is not the opponent of Fa Zong.

Liang Zichen is like a mourner.

Then he was carried by Old Man Tong one by one, and he and his Lao Tzu came to the spacious and bright office.

The rest were dumbfounded.

In particular, Mr. Fu's methods are really like movie special effects in their eyes.

Although it's only a five-cent special effect.

"Old thing, your dad shouted you to get up!"

Old man Tong "snapped" two slaps to wake Liang Lin up, making his red and swollen face even more swollen.

Liang Lin didn't speak, but there was a glint of hatred in his eyes.

Old Man Tong didn't seem to see it, and then slapped Liang Zichen in the face a few times, until he spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and looked at Old Man Tong hatefully.

I didn't faint, you draw a yarn!

"I just hate men who look more handsome than me, and it's really much more comfortable to smoke a few palms!"

As if he could see Liang Zichen's inner thoughts, Old Man Tong said arrogantly.

Looking at Old Man Tong's appearance, the corners of Mr. Fu's mouth trembled.

According to this theory, there is probably no one in this world who he does not hate!

What follows is a scene of blood and screams.

Old Man Tong had watched the movie 'Ten Tortures of the Manchu Dynasty' and had always wanted to find a chance to try it, but Liang Lin and his son were quite disappointed.

Breaking hands and feet is just an appetizer, but Liang Lin can't bear it anymore.

As for Liang Zichen, he originally thought that a middle-level martial artist would be able to last a little longer.

But the nails were just pulled out, and the castration had not yet begun, and he confessed.

Old man Tong could only stop with regret.

After everything was done, they returned to their lives.

After listening to the report, Chu Wuya became more and more appreciative of Wang Yuting's methods.

"Mr. Fu is getting more and more used to his identity, not bad!" Looking at Mr. Fu who was standing in front of him with his hands tied in front of his abdomen, his eyes and nose, and his nose and heart, Chu Wuya smiled lightly.

Mr. Fu's body trembled.

Adjusting to identity?

What an identity!

A dog, of course!

It was impossible for him not to know that a deep sense of humiliation welled up in his heart.

But immediately, this sense of humiliation was diluted by the next three pills.

"I'm just for the pill!"

"It must be for the elixir!"

Mr. Fu comforted himself over and over again in his heart.

The weather was not good tonight, with light fog and poor visibility.

But Chu Wuya, who had finished eating, still habitually walked out of his life and strolled on the country roads.

The combination of work and rest is not a bad thing.

On late autumn nights, the air is a little cold, but it makes people more awake.

"Qingxue, are you still in the world?"

Chu Wuya's face rarely showed loneliness.

When he was pregnant with the Xuan Realm, he was an orphan.

When he was very young, he witnessed those high-ranking immortals, those so-called famous and decent people, fighting each other for the treasures that were born, and destroying the entire village.

His parents, his fellow villagers, were nothing more than a swarm of ants in front of the self-proclaimed righteous immortals.

They were fighting in the sky in full swing, but the mana and sword qi scattered were life-threatening chains.

The villagers were frightened, fled, and cried and begged these immortals for mercy.

But they can't hear or see......

Maybe I heard it, maybe I saw it.

But who cares about the cry of ants in their eyes!

Until the appearance of the curtain light snow.

The white-clothed snow is like a fairy who has strayed into the mortal dust, like an independent snow lotus on the snow mountain, cold and elegant.

She took herself into her arms, pity and tenderness.

"You must be alive!

Immediately, Chu Wuya, whose face was full of resoluteness, clenched his fists, and his eyes instantly became firm.

He doesn't care who the mark of the King of Battles falls into, but ......

Mu Qingxue must find it!

......

As a top 50 killer in the world, Johnson is actually reluctant to come to China.

Not only is it because the Huaxia Shadow is pervasive, but it is also difficult to get advanced equipment and weapons here.

However, when the client was willing to pay twice the price and provide the required equipment, he came.

Not only because of money, but also because she wanted to sell the ,,,, family a face, even if she was just a peripheral member of the family.

It is said that the real employer is not her, and he does not know who it is.

But that's not what he cares about.

After investigating the target of the hunt, Johnson suddenly felt that the mission was far easier than he had imagined.

For him, who has a record of sniping martial arts, it is not too difficult to assassinate a great martial artist.

Johnson's strength lies in his team, with top hackers and snipers, and of course, his personal force value is unquestionable.

Externally, he is only an A-level killer, that is, the cultivation equivalent to the Great Martial Arts of Huaxia.

But only those who died in his hands knew that he had actually entered the ranks of the S-rank for many years, that is, the Martial Sect.

So, genetic medicine is a good thing.

It's a pity that the couple who were the first to develop genetic medicine have evaporated from the world.

"The fish surfaced. ”

When I was bored thinking about this, I heard the sound of a sniper in the headset.

Johnson, who was lying on the ground, couldn't help but be shocked, and he became more and more restrained, almost blending in with the wheat field.

It's really a good day to kill, and the light mist is the best cover for yourself.

After waiting for three days, Johnson was a little excited when his prey finally appeared.

Kill him, soak in the hot springs, and enjoy a hearty meal.

Hmmm!

"Cobra, play freely, choose the right opportunity and snipe the target person. ”

Taking out the infrared telescope, Johnson observed the movements of his prey and ordered in a low voice.

Even with an infrared telescope, he couldn't find the cobra's hiding place, but Johnson knew that he must be nearby.

True to his code name, he is a cobra that hides in the shadows, and only when he is 100% sure that he will show his vicious fangs.

At this time, in the depths of the vigorous wheat seedlings thousands of kilometers away from Chu Wuyan, the muzzle of a black hole was aimed at his figure.

Of course, it is well hidden and blends perfectly with the wheat field.

Even if you pass by, you will never notice it.

When the figure in the sniper scope was completely exposed, there was a slight tremor in the wheat field, like an autumn wind.

Burst!

Dull gunshots rang out!

It's too late for the prey to dodge!