At this moment, I heard a 'bang', and the wooden gate was kicked to pieces, and wood chips flew sideways. Fiction www.wxs520.om

When the wood chips flew violently, two people had already been involved outside the door, standing in the center of the courtyard.

Gordon held the poem tightly in his arms, for fear that the flying sawdust would hurt her. After all, in Gordon's view, poetry is so weak no matter where you look at it. A weak and boneless body, a thin waist that Yingying holds, and a sickly posture.

Hey, in short, she's a weak woman.

Gordon didn't want to hurt her because of his carelessness.

"Why are there two of them?" someone had already shouted.

"Yes, it's a little couple!" replied suddenly. The two who were involved in the case, as soon as they gained a foothold, set their eyes on Gordon.

They can't stand the food they fancy being eaten by other men. The two bared their teeth and glared fiercely at Gordon.

One man, nine feet tall, with knee-length hands, pigtails on his head, and a pair of large sprinkler shoes under his feet. The whole person is skinned and bones, standing there, a living skeleton.

The other person was a thief-eyed and vulgar, and the flesh on his stomach was thicker than the snow on the Kunlun Mountains. The man had no neck, and it looked like his round head was pressed directly against his body, which was ridiculous in front of him. It's no wonder they're so for women.

"Boy, let go of that pretty girl next to you. Meatball he.

Gordon stared at the two of them silently.

"Are you dumb!" Meatball continued.

"Are you here trying to hit her attention?" said Gordon suddenly.

"It seems that he is not dumb!" said in a deep voice, "Otherwise, do you think we will be interested in men?"

Before the meat ball finished speaking, he began to laugh.

At this time, the thin man smiled lewdly: "The little girl looks like a flower like jade, staying by your side is simply a tyrannical thing, you might as well hand her over to us, let us take good care of her." ”

After saying that, he looked at the meat ball and laughed.

"Yes, girl!" the thin man looked at the poem in Gordon's arms, and his eyes began to glow.

"Poetry!"

Gordon suddenly felt the poetry tremble. His heart sank.

At this time, the fat man said slyly: "Good things should be taken out and enjoyed by everyone, so that the world can be considered fair!"

"I can give it," Gordon said as he glanced at the poem in his arms, gritting his teeth, "but that depends on whether you have the ability to do it." ”

"Gordon!"

Shiyu hugged Gordon's arm even harder when she heard that Gordon was going to hand her over to them.

The thin man, when the meat ball heard the sound, suddenly laughed, as if he had suddenly heard some big joke.

"What a big breath!"

In the laughter, the meat ball suddenly turned pale, and as soon as the palm of his hand was flipped, there was an extra hundred refined steel chain gun in his hand. With a shake of the volley, more than a dozen guns were shaken.

With a loud shout, he flipped over and took Gordon's throat.

Dazzling guns, the end is ruthless and tricky.

In this area of the Devil's Domain, there is no good person, and there is a nest of bad people. Those who soak here all the year round are nothing more than outlaws and wanted criminals.

There are very few people who don't know martial arts here. On the street here, you will see some people steaming steamed buns with Wudang Zhenjue Taijiquan, some people quenching iron with Shaolin 72 Absolute Blowing Fire Palms, and some people flying eaves and walking on the wall, actually climbing on the smooth city wall of more than ten zhang, carving a mural, using the world's top light power gecko wall swimming technique.

There is lawlessness here, you can do whatever you want, and whoever has a hard fist has the right to speak.

But there is one thing that most people here really don't dare to do, and that is to kill people casually. There is only one kind of person who can kill here, the killer. Only they have the right to kill, because when they kill, they are not killed right away. They are all devil's domain fanatics and bullies, the best of the outlaws.

At the gate of the devil's city, there is a stone tablet two zhang long and seven zhang high, on which the names of people are engraved from top to bottom. In addition to the side of the inscription, this stele is quite smooth, and the other sides are uneven and not square, but it is such a stele, but there are few people in Nanzhan Buzhou who have not heard of it.

It is the famous Killer Monument of the Devil Domain, and the seal engraved on it is the latest combat power list of the Devil Domain.

Except for the person on the stele, no one dared to kill a person indiscriminately, because they were all afraid of a person, a person with no name on the stele, but they were afraid of death.

Sima Xiongju.

The monument was created by me, so my name is not excluded. No one knows his combat prowess, because he kills people and never has to do it himself.

Meat balls and bones are probably also the people on the stele, as for why they stayed in this town, I am afraid that it is because there is no place for them in Devil City, so they want to come here to be the boss.

"Die!"

The meat ball's face turned pale, and the sharp spear flower had already stabbed Gordon's throat.

"Boom-"

There was a metal crack, and the tip of the gun did not enter in response to the sound, but sparked a white spark and slid to the side of the neck.

"What?"

The meat ball was shocked, and with a shake of his hand, the Hundred Refined Steel Chain Gun turned into a silver whip and slashed towards Gordon's neck.

Between the changes, it's all a killer move.

Gordon wanted to copy the head of the gun between the changes, but Shiyu's body was too soft, and he was afraid that if he let go, he would accidentally drop her to the ground.

After hesitating, he shouted, flipped into the air with the poem in both hands, and kicked the tip of the gun with his toes.

Just listened to the sound of "dang-", and the tip of the gun flashed, like a wild horse that had taken off the reins, and went straight to the center of the eyebrows of the meat ball.

Gordon was afraid that something was wrong, so he turned his head to look at the poem and was shocked.

"Be careful—"

As soon as he finished shouting the word "caution", he heard a "poof-" sound, which was the sound of the tip of a gun entering the flesh.

The tip of the spear passed through, and before the meat ball could shout, it fell to the ground, and a pair of eyes were as open as the fifteenth moon, and he didn't believe that he would die in Gordon's hands until he died.

The guy who had stood in the courtyard and never made a move, was now looking at the tip of the gun nailed to the wall, shaking violently.

His face was so pale, and his head was covered with fine beads of sweat.

"The little man has eyes and doesn't know Tarzan, so he takes his leave!" he suddenly turned his head, and without looking, he clasped his fist at Gordon, and then walked out the door. People like them have long been trained to send and receive emotions freely. When you see that the situation is not right, you will immediately turn your face.

"Stop!" said Gordon suddenly.

"Shao, Shaoxia, what's the matter?" The thin man's tears had already come out, and he didn't dare to turn around, he was afraid that if he turned around, he would never get up again.

"Take him away too!" said Gordon coldly.

"I'm damned!" the thin man slapped himself, turned around, stiffly picked up the ball, and ran away.

Can he not run?

He has been working with Meatball for several years, and he is ashamed that the martial arts of the two are not as good as Meatball. But today, the meat ball didn't survive two rounds in front of Gordon, and he died with a whimper. Will he still have a chance of winning?

In this case, begging for mercy may still be alive. Desperate will only have one more corpse.

The thin man carried the meat ball on his back, running wildly in the alley, with no goal, no direction, as long as the front was not a dead end, he kept running, he was sweating like rain, his nose was spraying hot air, and his tears were already flowing down his eyes as he ran.

Suddenly, he fell to the ground with a corpse, crying and crying.

"How so?"

"Iron Lord, he will never let me go!"

There was desolation in the voice.

By this time, Gordon was already walking down the main street of the town with poetry.

Poetry walks in front, and Gordon follows behind.

"Gordon, why do you always walk behind?" Shiyu suddenly turned her head and asked embarrassedly.

Gordon froze. Then he stretched out his hand and said with a wry smile: "I'm afraid that if I don't pay attention, I'll lose you!"

Shiyu suddenly blushed, and said seriously: "Then you don't dare to lose me!"

Gordon nodded.

He was also depressed in his heart! In a chaotic place like Devil's Town, there could be so many people in one small town.

He never dared to look at the treasures sold on the street.

Gordon rubbed his belly, and suddenly walked over and picked up Shiyu by the waist.

"Ah!!" Shiyu was suddenly picked up by someone at the waist, and she was shocked. When he looked back, he saw that it was Gordon, and he closed his mouth.

"Walk hard, No," Gordon grinned, "sit on my shoulder!" he strained his hands and lifted Shiyu up and sat on his shoulder. Just like the grass back then.

Shiyu was so frightened by him that his face turned pale. She trembled and said, "No, no, Gordon, I'm going to fall!"

Gordon smiled and said, "One shoulder is indeed a bit narrow for you now, so why don't you sit on two shoulders?"

"No!" suddenly objected.

Gordon froze.