It was dark and windy, and the mist was filling, and a bright light in the pig farm shone directly on the slaughterhouse in front of the pig farm. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Xiao Ming was dressed in a white suit, a white top hat, and a leather skirt worn when killing pigs around his waist, surrounded by nothing but a parasol, a slaughtering table, a high street lamp, and a cup of Zhuoan Martini. At this time, his brows were furrowed, and he held a pig-killing knife in his hand to slash at the corpse on the table.

In an instant, the meat crumbs flew and blood splattered!

Seventy seconds later, the corpse on the table was completely separated, bone by flesh, organs were complete, blood vessels were broken, and they were scattered in an orderly manner.

Xiao Ming was white, and he had never touched the slightest blood, and he threw the pig-killing knife in the air twice, and then inserted it into the scabbard on his waist, which was graceful and chic.

"Hoo ......"

Xiao Ming took the cigarette off his mouth with his clean right hand, shook the cigarette ash, put it back to his lips~, narrowed his eyes, and shot straight ahead.

"You guys, are you afraid!"

......

Ten meters in front of him, there was a gangster kneeling, all of them with strange shapes, wearing earrings and dyeing their hair, and they didn't look like good people.

"Woooooooooo......oo I'll call my eldest brother right away, don't be angry if Brother Ming has a lot of them......"

One of the small leaders cried and took out his mobile phone and dialed the number.

"Hehe......"

Xiao Ming smiled faintly, reached out and picked up the cup of "Zhuoan Martini" on the table, picked up the fan-like pig ear that accidentally fell on the cup, threw it out, put the cup on the tip of his nose, and sniffed gently.

Yes, he threw out a pig's ear.

And the dissected corpse on the table was also nothing more than a huge pig corpse.

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To be clear, Xiao Ming was an authentic pork seller who was taken from the orphanage by his adoptive father at the age of five, and then followed his adoptive father to kill pigs and sell meat until he was seventeen years old.

His original life was very stable, and he had nothing else to do every day except killing pigs and selling meat.

But just a month ago, after the death of his adoptive father, a change occurred!

This group of thugs who came out of nowhere come to ask for protection money every day!

At first, he endured it with the mentality of not causing trouble, after all, only a dozen yuan is nothing.

But I didn't expect this group of gangsters to get even worse!

The protection fee rose from a dozen yuan to dozens of yuan, and then by this evening, it became a full hundred yuan!

Can Grandpa Mao give it to people casually?

Xiao Ming, who couldn't bear it, broke out, and knocked down the gangsters with three punches and two kicks with a pig-killing knife, and then a pig corpse autopsy performance completely suppressed this group of people.

Since he was a child, he studied the nameless qigong that his adoptive father got out of nowhere, and Xiao Ming's current strength is not at all in the category of normal people.

What's more, there is also the magical pig killing knife method taught by the adoptive father, which creates the gorgeous and cool scene when the pig corpse is just dissected.

"One minute left......" Xiao Ming said lightly, as he spoke, his mouth was closed, but the cigarette between his lips~ seemed to be glued to it, and it didn't fall......

"Hello everyone!"

At this moment, an obese middle-aged man about forty or fifty years old walked into the pig farm, appeared in Xiao Ming's field of vision, and walked straight in the direction of the gangsters.

The thugs also looked at the middle-aged man who suddenly broke in with confusion.

"You are?"

The little boss spoke.

"Brother Long has something to do, let me come over and take a look. The middle-aged man waved his hand, the voice was not loud or small, but Xiao Ming could hear it just right.

Knowing that this person was the helper on the other side, Xiao Ming couldn't help but take a serious look at this middle-aged man.

Small ~ flat-headed, Chinese face, wearing a string of finger-sized thick gold chains around his neck, a small floral mid-sleeved shirt, blue shorts, and a pair of large flip-flops.

What caught Xiao Ming's attention the most was the middle-aged man's eyes, although he covered them with big sunglasses, with his eyesight, he could still see the light in them.

"Look at this dress, my brother is not like ordinary people. Xiao Ming took a cigarette in his mouth and smiled slightly.

"Well said!"

The middle-aged man first exclaimed, and then said: "Brother is the emperor when he is alive, and he will be a god after he dies. ”

"So powerful?" Xiao Ming was shocked, he didn't expect to meet someone who could pretend to be better than himself today, and he pretended to be on the ancients......!" Love your sister!"

"Don't dare to be a ......" The middle-aged man hugged his fists and humbly conceded, and then put his eyes on Xiao Ming.

"The white suit, the longevity smoke, the melancholy eyes, the embarrassed beard, the miraculous knife skills, and the symbolic 'Zhuoan Martini', this pig corpse, only used thirty-seven knives...... Your Excellency seems to know Mr. Stephen Chow very well."

Xiao Ming's body was stunned, the wine glass in his hand slipped and fell to the ground, he squinted and looked at the opposite side, and slowly put his right hand on the handle of the pig-killing knife: "You have seen through this?"

Xiao Ming began to pay attention to this middle-aged man in his heart, and he did always think that he was very similar to the lacquer in Mr. Stephen Chow's classic film "Domestic Lingling Paint", he was also a pork seller and had the same magical knife skills.

It's no secret that anyone who has watched the film can see that he deliberately imitates, although after more than ten years, imitation has become a habit.

But these are not the point, what alerted him was the middle-aged man's sentence of dissecting the pig corpse, which only used thirty-seven knives!

Seriously, he didn't even count how many knives he used for the indiscriminate slash just now, he only remembered probably, but now he was seen by the other party at a glance, and it was not much different from what he knew.

These are enough to show that this middle-aged man is definitely not a simple person!

"Low-key low-key ......"

Brother Qin, who claimed to be Qin Shi Huang to win the government, shook his big ~ leg with a big grin, stretched his right hand into his arms, took out a revolver, and aimed the muzzle of the gun at Xiao Ming's chest.

"Brother knows that your knife is fast, but can you be faster than a bullet?"

"Huh...... It's not hard for me, I'm not in vain. Xiao Ming smiled faintly, took the pig-killing knife in his hand, his tone was indifferent, but his face was full of sweat!

He was really not sure that he could block the bullet, after all, this was not in a movie, he was not Ling Lingqi, and he did not have Mo Ye's royal kitchen knife.

His pig-killing knife is just an old broken knife handed down by his adoptive father, and there is nothing special at all except that the quality is quite good.

"Try it then?"

Brother Qin spoke, followed by a gunshot!

"Bang!"

"When ......"

A metallic tremble sounded around the pig farm, Xiao Ming's hands were numb, but his eyes widened, looking at the pig-killing knife across his chest in disbelief.

A silver pistol bullet is standing firmly in the center, and only a thin layer is left to pierce the entire knife surface.

But the point is, he blocked it!

He actually used an ordinary pig-killing knife to block a bullet!

"Brother is really promising!"

Xiao Ming's self-confidence skyrocketed, and he suddenly felt that his future was bright.

This is the real domestic Lingling paint!

Such a wind-pulling skill, only my brother can have......

Seeing that the bullet was blocked, Brother Qin was obviously not very happy, pursed his lips, and said fiercely: "I blocked one, brother has five more here, and if you have the ability, you can block them all!"

"Bang bang!"

Five gunshots rang out in a row, and Xiao Ming's hands shook like phantoms, in exchange for five successive metal crashing sounds.

He really blocked the five bullets on the pig-killing knife without revealing them!

"What else do you have to do?"

Xiao Ming's face was pale, he knew that the revolver only had six bullets, and now that they were all gone, Brother Qin would no longer be a threat to him if he had no other hole cards.

"Hehe...... Brother Qin smiled wryly and said, "To deal with you, Brother still needs to use other means?"

"Bang!"

It turned out to be another gunshot!

And this shot was extraordinary at first glance, only to see a dazzling golden light flash away!

However, Xiao Ming's hands were already numb from Fang Cai's extreme operation, and he didn't have time to react at all.

A wisp of green smoke came out of the muzzle of the gun in the middle-aged man's hand.

The bullet has been shot ~ into Xiao Ming's heart muscle.

"One more?...... How is that possible?"

Leaving the last sentence, Xiao Ming was dumbfounded, full of puzzlement, with incomprehension of life, and was unwilling to fall.

"...... Uproar"

But at this moment, a glowing vortex appeared out of thin air, surrounding Xiao Ming's corpse, and disappeared without a trace after three seconds.

disappeared along with Xiao Ming's corpse.

"Bang long long ......"

Only the pig-killing knife, which had been hit by six silver bullets and had lost its face, fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Hey......

Brother Qin, a middle-aged man, laughed, then turned around, faced the group of gangsters, and said, "You guys just forget about this!"

I saw Brother Qin's right hand wave, white light flashed, and those gangsters fell to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

When you wake up, you'll forget everything about tonight.

This miraculous, with the seventh golden bullet that came out of nowhere with a revolver, the middle-aged man who claimed to be Qin Shi Huang and disappeared into the world with one shot shot Xiao Ming looked around, found that he had not ignored anything, raised his head, and flew out with his feet off the ground and into the sky......