Chen Jian was about to open his mouth to say something, but Meilang Dorjee, who had long been impatient, had already stood up and shouted angrily at the long-haired arrow: "Shut your crow's mouth! Don't insult my wife." ”

"You...... You rascal, stinky rascal!" Tsering Bian Zhen had never been subjected to such filthy filth and insults since he was born, he stood up from his seat, trembling with anger, his fingers trembled, and he pointed at the long-haired arrow and shouted angrily: "It's just a scumbag, a piece of garbage!"

The long-haired arrow was slightly taken aback, and glanced at Meilang Dorjee obliquely: "Who are you? She is your wife? I don't look like it, hahaha." ”

Then he looked at Tsering Bian Zhen, who was trembling with anger, and said with a smile: "The appearance of the big beauty being angry is too charming!"

Then, the long-haired arrow walked up to Tsering Bian Zhen and stood face to face with her, revealing a particularly lewd smile, his eyes staring at the looming breasts in her V-shaped collar.

"Ah Jian, if you have something to say, this is my guest," Chen Jian hurriedly stood up to play a round game, currying favor with the long-haired arrow, "They are here to travel, and we just met." ”

The long-haired arrow is not good at stubble, and what Chen Jian is most worried about is that as soon as this big guy starts a fire, he will smash the entire box to pieces. In this place, except for the public security and special police, the long-haired arrow has never taken anyone into account.

"I've grown so big, and no one has ever dared to be fierce to me like this," the long-haired arrow showed a fierce light, and slowly approached Meilang Dorjee, "Today, you are the first, I want to learn and understand, do you have three heads and six arms." ”

Tsering Bian Zhen was so frightened that he grabbed Meilang Dorjee and walked towards the big screen. She wanted to see the right time and rush to the door on the right side of the big screen to escape from this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

Several security guards rushed in, seeing such a posture, you look at me, I look at you, no one has an idea for a while, and they don't dare to get close to the long-haired arrow for half a step.

The long-haired arrow snorted.

Tsering Bian Zhen's face was pale, and he hugged Meilang Dorjee tightly.

Meilang Dorjee met such a fierce man for the first time, and he couldn't help but tremble with his feet. He looked at the long-haired arrow that was approaching him, and quietly pushed Tsering Bian Zhen towards the bathroom door behind him.

The other hand gripped the satchel tightly on the body that was slung across the body.

At this moment, he felt a sudden strange change in his body.

A surging force rushed into his body from the bottom up, constantly swimming in his flesh and blood, quickly filling every joint in his body, making him feel comfortable and energetic.

Then, he felt the heat burn, and there seemed to be a flame burning in his body.

In an instant, Meilang Dorjee felt a powerful and agile breath of life, which was constantly flowing in his body, and finally formed a mysterious power, slowly circulating, filling, and expanding around him, as if it was impacting some mysterious energy source that had been imprisoned for a long time.

Then, the vitality of each of his cells was stimulated, and his whole body was like a withered branch sprouting, at an incredible speed, it quickly became active and vigorous, and the whole person was like a hungry lion meeting its prey, boiling with an urge to bite and fight forward.

At this time, the long-haired arrow had already walked in front of Meilang Dorjee, and with a snort, he picked up his fist and smashed it into Meilang Dorjee's face.

"Ahh

Seeing that the fist was about to smash into his face, in the midst of the electric light and stone fire, Meilang Duoji's head was deflected, let go of the fist, his left hand was quickly raised, and he tightly locked the wrist of the long-haired arrow like a forcepper, and then his body was short, and his right hand smashed the waist of the long-haired arrow, and he grabbed it and straightened his waist, and actually lifted the body of the long-haired arrow one hundred and sixty pounds above his head.

"Ah, husband!" Tsering Bian Zhen, who was hiding at the door of the bathroom, couldn't believe his eyes, how could it be that in an instant, Meilang Dorjee became so powerful that he was a martial arts master who was only revealed today?

Just between Tsering Bian Zhen's thoughts and surprise, a black shadow quickly pounced on Meilang Dorjee from behind, with a flick of his wrist, a cold light flashed, and a dagger appeared in his hand, shook an arc, and went straight to Meilang Dorjee's throat.

Meilang Dorjee threw the long-haired arrow he was holding on the ground, his feet were not messed up at all, he seemed to have eyes behind his back, without any hesitation, he turned around and kicked at the shoulder of the black shadow.

"Click!"

The sound of bones breaking could be heard, and the thug of the hairy arrow howled in pain and fell to the ground, rolling and wailing.

Meilang Dorjee stared at the bloodthirsty eyes, walked to the side of the long-haired arrow, and raised his foot to step down. Chen Jian, who was standing beside him, immediately reacted and hugged him tightly: "Don't, don't, don't! Don't beat him to death." ”

In Chen Jian's eyes, this tourist who visited here has now become an unbearable killer,?? None of the people present thought that this kid who was scared just now turned out to be a stunt, and even more unexpectedly, he launched a madness to be so terrifying.

"Husband, it's okay, it's okay, let them go. Tsering Bian Zhen hurriedly ran over and hugged Meilang Dorjee tightly. She was excited and nervous, proud and scared, "Don't make a big fuss, it's not good for anyone." ”

Tsering Bian Zhen hugged Meilang Dorjee's body, and suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood.

She thought that someone had been injured in the brawl and had shed a lot of blood, and the smell of blood wafted through the air.

Her gaze scanned the floor. The floor was clean in the fairly bright light, and there was nothing but two beer cans.

Tsering Bian Zhen retracted his gaze, focused his attention on Meilang Dorjee, sniffed it carefully, and was shocked at the moment.

It turned out that this breath did not come from anywhere else, but from the body of Meilang Dorjee.

In a moment of surprise, Tsering Bian Zhen felt Meilang Dorjee's body slowly move, as if he was taking a deep breath.

Then, strangely, the bloody breath slowly vanished.

"Don't worry, I won't do it again, let me go. Meilang Dorjee calmed down his anger, glanced at Tsering Bian Zhen and Chen Jian who were holding him, and then turned his head to the long-haired arrow that was still rolling on the floor in pain and said, "This time I will teach you a lesson." Next time, I dare to come, but the result is not as easy as today. ”

Tsering Bian Zhen and Chen Jian let go of their hands, and Meilang Dorjee walked towards the long-haired arrow.

"You must not attack me! You can't even think about this! Otherwise, you will die a miserable, miserable death. Meilang Dorjee squatted down, his slightly squinted eyes shot out two sharp and cold rays, and said to the long-haired arrow: "Also, you don't always want to take advantage of and bully people, you make money legally and compliantly, so that everyone admires you." ”

The long-haired arrow was lying on the ground, looking at the flickering anger in Meilang Dorjee's eyes, listening to his cold voice, and feeling that Meilang Dorjee was like the Shura of the region, revealing a terrifying momentum.

He was so frightened that his whole body twitched, his teeth chattered, and he could not utter a word.

"Get out of here!"

Meilang Dorjee shouted, and those stunned thugs suddenly woke up, scattered in all directions, hugged their heads, wrenched their waists, and hurriedly helped the seriously injured long-haired arrow and another thug up, hurriedly walked out of the private room, and called an ambulance as they walked.

"It's time for us to go, and we'll see a while. Meilang Dorjee shook Chen Jian's hand and grabbed Tsering Bian Zhen's waist: "Go, dear, we have to rest early on the plane tomorrow morning." ”

"In this entertainment city, maybe business will get better and better," looking at their departing figures, Chen Jian's expression was extremely complicated, and he muttered to himself: "Maybe it will close down tomorrow." ”