"Wow, beauty!" Tang Zi whistled lightly, staring at Nianhu with bright eyes, his eyes drifting up and down, and his gaze lingered on those sensitive areas from time to time. "Senior brother, you have broken the precepts!" Long Jie tilted his head and glared at him angrily. "Senior brother, although we are Buddhist disciples, we are just lay disciples, why should we be so strict with those rules and precepts?" Tang Ziman didn't care. He, like Long Jie, is a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple, but because of his heart problems, among the two, Long Jie practiced the best kung fu such as the golden bell jar, and this product can only practice martial arts at this level of strong King Kong fingers.

"Senior brother, you still don't change your stubborn nature!" The eyes of those traversing people around him made Long Jie want to slap this stubborn junior brother to death immediately.

Nianhu stared at Tang Zi expressionlessly, her eyes were rippling, but the Mo knife in her hand was gently dangling, expressing what she thought in her heart.

"Bald donkey, you are looking for death!" With a loud shout, Tang Zi raised his head, and before he could make any movements, a big stone had smashed into his bare head, don't forget, he didn't have a golden bell jar "Wow, blood!" Tang Zi only felt a headache in his head, and when he reached out to touch it, some wet liquid stuck to his palm, and when he took it down, it was bright red!

Long Jie was surprised inexplicably, and hurriedly protected Tang Zi, who was bleeding from his head, behind him, and a group of traversers also ran to the side with guns and cannons, with a hideous face, and the momentum was comparable to that of the Taliban "Who is it?"

"Don't look at it, the old lady is above you!"

Everyone looked up and saw a woman in pink standing on the roof of a house not far away, holding a grenade in her left hand, a pistol in her right hand, a bright saber pinned to her waist, and a grenade stuck outside her trouser belt on the left side.

"Beauty-poof!"

As soon as Long Jie touched his waist, a ball of red blood was spraying on it, and he turned his head to look at Tang Zizheng looking at the girl on the roof with an excited face, blood gushing out of his nose, and the central part of his crotch was faintly protruding.

"Shame!" a group of traversers covered their faces, followed by a flurry of punches and kicks, dragging the guy down. His grandmother's, it's normal for men to like women, and it's normal for them to like beautiful women, but you won't say it as soon as a monk likes beautiful girls, but can you not be so pig brother and so ashamed? It's the same as never seeing a woman in eight lifetimes, is it okay to be normal?!

The two sides confronted each other, with swords rattling, and there was a great sense of swords and guns facing each other if they did not agree with each other.

Long Jie looked at the two women solemnly, holding the hand of the military thorn, sweating faintly, he could see that these two women were both masters of cultivating the Sparrow Snake Skill.

The two sides are already like this, and if they don't get it right, they will lose both, even if she is confident in her martial arts, she is not sure that she can survive under such dense firepower. Slowly leaning down, the slender jade hand was already on the grenade on her waist, as long as there was something wrong, these high-explosive grenades could send her and those traversers to the sky.

At this stalemate time, a misty sigh suddenly sounded in Nianhu's ears - "We are also people who have traveled through the end of the world, why bother?" she was shocked, raised her elbow and struck back. This elbow is so powerful that if an ordinary person is hit, it is estimated that a ruptured spleen is definitely indispensable.

An elbow hit the target, and she was overjoyed, and when she was about to jump away from the opponent's attack range, an invisible force shackled her in place, unable to move.

"Donor, why be so grumpy? Wouldn't it be better to sit down and talk. She turned around, only to see a Taoist priest with a face like a crown of jade, long hair and flowing hair looking at herself with a smile, the black pupils that exuded a faint light were like two rare stones, slightly upturned lips, with a magnetic voice, like a fairy sound, accompanied by the glowing moonlight sprinkled on the body, just like the immortal who was degraded to the mortal world, which made people look up.

She looked at the Taoist priest in front of her with calm eyes, and said softly: "What do you want to say?"

"Fusheng immeasurable Tianzun, although the way of heaven is ruthless, but people are also affectionate, in this dangerous place, everyone is the descendants of Yan and Huang, and they should help each other, why kill each other?"

"Hmph, that's a nice thing to say, you're a bull-nosed Taoist priest, you're full of hypocrisy, don't hurry up and let Nianhu go, otherwise, the old lady will hit you on the head and blossom!" The girl on the roof suddenly stepped in, and as soon as she raised her pistol, the crosshair had already locked on Xiao Baitu's head.

Xiao Baitu turned his head and looked at her, his eyes were peaceful, even if someone pointed a gun at his head at such a close distance, his mind did not have a trace of waves.

"Donor, harmony is precious. ”

"Hurry up, I'll count to three, and if you don't let people go, I'll shoot." The girl was so spicy that she had already begun to count the seconds after she had finished speaking.

"Hah!"

A nimble black shadow suddenly pounced on her from behind, and because of inertia, the two of them suddenly fell from the roof and fell to the ground with a bang. Pressed to the ground, the girl tried to fight back, but found that the Boleta pistol in her hand had long been thrown away.

Suddenly, her face flushed: "Stinky rascal, let go of your hand!"

The black shadow was unmoved, still pressing the girl who was pressed down by herself. The posture of the two is extremely ambiguous, Q17's right hand has been placed under the girl's plump jade rabbit, and he is still rubbing it around.

Despite the thick layer of RKE armor and the thin layer of clothing on the girl's body, the slippery feeling was still within reach.

"Uh!" the girl's eyes widened, and only now did she see what the man who pressed on her was sacred.

Jet-black metal armor, heavy guns (ahem, poor and evil), hideous helmets, and flashing blue magnetic field lines are not things that Earth technology can make no matter how you look at it.

Q17 neatly pulled out an alloy rope with the thickness of his little finger, tied up the girl who was pressed under him by dividing it by two, clapped his hands, stood up, and stretched his waist: "Report, the target has been captured, please come and receive it quickly." ”

In a small dark room, a man and a woman sat opposite each other.

"Name?"

"Nianhu. ”

"Real name. ”

"I don't remember the original name, so I had to use this instead. ”

"Okay, gender? uh, that's not to ask, age?"

"Twenty-one. ”

"Occupation?"

"Killers. ”

"What's the specialty?"

"Kill. ”

"Uh-well, welcome to our team. ”

“”

In another small dark room, a man and a woman sat opposite each other.

"Name?"

"If you want me to say, I'll just say, isn't the old lady faceless?!"

"Guys?"

"Don't say it!"

"Ahem name?!"

"If you don't say it, you don't say it, why are you so annoying?!"

"I'm grass mud Malegobi, electric shocker ready!"

"Okay, stinky rascal, the old lady's name is Yang Ying. ”

"What a good name, why was it ruined by you. (Q17)

"Damn, you kid has to say it again, I'll tear your mouth, old lady!"

"Occupation?"

The following content refers to the above.,Poor Dao won't make up the number of words Okay.,I'll admit,When I code this chapter,,I was distracted.,Because Poor Dao is watching a movie and recommending a book: "Crossing the Nine Peaks of the War of Resistance" My friend's book.,Friends who are short of books can go and see it.,Of course,Leave me the recommended ticket.。