A pack of cigarettes was taken out.

In order to show his sincerity, Dasha kicked his own gun far away with his foot while lighting the fire.

Seeing this, Billy completely let down his guard against the stupid and stupid man in front of him, and cautiously watched out for Zhong Fabai and Uncle Feng.

"Brother, why are you working for the Japanese? Look at your skills, there is the shadow of Heyang Nanquan, Chinese. ”

Dasha spit out a puff of smoke rings, and the man in front of him didn't answer, so he smiled and said: "Life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky, let's count this in the ring, and when we finish smoking this cigarette, we will continue." ”

"Definitely don't want the two old guys to be nosy."

As he spoke, Dasha looked not far away.

"Hey, did you two hear that?"

Zhong Fabai is really an eye-opener, who said that this guy has a brain problem?!

If he hadn't known that his apprentice had gotten a gun for Dasha in advance, that is, the cigarette case he was holding in his hand, Zhong Fabai would have believed it.

And Uncle Feng's acting skills are exquisite, he caught the scene thrown by Dasha, and after sighing, he asked in a deep voice:

"Are you sure?"

"Nonsense!"

Dasha took a cigarette in his mouth, and his tone was full of determination.

After speaking, he took off his suit and wiped away the blood and sweat that had gathered on his forehead and the bridge of his nose.

This posture is very similar to the hard-core hero in the movie!

Billy lowered his gaze again, sweeping towards Dasha's waist, where there was nothing and nothing to hide.

"It's a man."

So, Billy finally spoke, his voice cold but full of solemnity: "What is your name and where do you want to be buried?" ”

Clearly, Dasha has earned his respect.

"I won't mention my real name, just engrave a nickname on the tombstone, Dasha, as for where to bury it, you can do whatever you want."

The smoke was hazy, the cigarette was half burned, Dasha entered the state, and said with emotion:

"I haven't touched a woman in my life, brother, if you have the heart, burn a few beauties on New Year's Day, let's get acquainted with each other in vain."

"I haven't enjoyed it in my life, and I have to be magnificent after I die, and I want any color of foreign girls!"

Listening to Dasha's last words, Uncle Feng patted Zhong Fabai's shoulder and said, "Let's go, this guy is determined to live and die, let's do what he wants." ”

"Alas, good words are hard to persuade damned ghosts." Zhong Fabai reacted and cooperated: "If it weren't for my apprentice's face, I wouldn't care if he lived or died!" ”

After the words fell, the two left side by side and walked deeper into the villa.

Dasha didn't panic, but Billy did.

Because inside is Michiko, his boss, and beloved!

Gotta get over and help as soon as possible!

"Hurry up."

Listening to the urging sound from ahead, Dasha was not in a hurry to fire, because the spy pistol disguised as a cigarette case could only shoot one bullet, and the accuracy was very poor, and he had to ensure that he hit it with one shot.

"Got it."

"I'm leaving, before I die, I'll give you half a pack of cigarettes, don't dislike it, just as my thank you gift, I can be buried for peace......"

One step, two steps.

Dasha holds the cigarette case in both hands, hinting that he is not threatening, and slowly approaches.

"No, I don't."

Billy watched the backs of the two Taoists go away, and his heart became more and more anxious.

His eyes couldn't help but look at Dasha's mouth, the cigarette was about to burn out, and he had already planned in his mind that as long as Dasha took another sip, he would swing his fist and shoot his head.

Bang!

The fire flashed.

Gun?

As soon as the thought came to him, Billy felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, which spread to all his limbs, and he vomited blood:

"You...... You...... Don't talk about it. ”

"Don't talk about it...... Wude. ”

From beginning to end, Billy thinks that Dasha is a pure martial artist, and takes the initiative to scold his companions, even if he dies, he will defend his honor as a martial artist and fight himself one last time.

"Poof!"

He vomited blood, his eyes were full of resentment and despair, and his heart was full of resentment:

Why are there such black-hearted people in the world?

"Wude?"

"Idiot, I was fucking collecting protection money in Thailand, the underworld, understand? That trick just now is called forbearance and humiliation. ”

Dasha looked at the cigarette box gun in his hand, his eyes were full of appreciation, and he smiled:

"It's such a good thing, and it's got poison on the warhead."

"Good brother, you can go with peace of mind, during the New Year's holidays, I will burn a few foreign girls for you, hahaha."

Listening to the word foreign girl, Billy's eyes widened, his body went limp, and he completely collapsed to the ground.

This is clearly Dasha's own so-called last words.

"Death is not blinding."

"I'm very angry."

Uncle Feng and Zhong Fabai went and returned.

Looking at Billy staring at them with staring eyes on the ground, Zhong Fabai raised his fingers, preparing to use the thunder method to overtake him, so that he would not become a ghost or a zombie after he died.

Frankly speaking, the probability of this kind of murderer and villain becoming dirty is very high, and it is very difficult to deal with, and if there is a condition, it must be disposed of on the spot.

However, Uncle Feng took the lead.

A yellow charm flew out of his cuff.

Call!

The fire is rising.

The corpses of a generation of murderers began to burn violently, and in a few breaths, all that was left was a pool of brownish-gray powder on the ground.

"You can find something to put away the ashes."

After speaking, Uncle Feng turned around and left.

"What should I do with it after I finish loading, and I will take it back for you to overdue?" Dasha asked.

"It's overdone, the corpse has turned to ashes, and there are no three souls and seven spirits left."

Zhong Fabai's voice came: "You can find a place to bury it, he has no next life, and there is no possibility of harming the world." ”

The flesh is gone.

The soul is gone.

Isn't that ......

Dasha understood in seconds, and a wicked smile appeared on his face.

The other side.

Within the Jiuju Formation, the struggle over spells continued.

The petals are scattered on the floor.

Michiko, who had an ugly face, pointed a finger and pinched the spell, and there was a sound of rocks rolling, and the stone slabs that were originally covered by the mat flew up in an instant, and then crashed towards Meng Fan and Jin Maiji like raindrops.

Meng Fan was reluctant to hit the canopy ruler, so he first threw a punch, poured mana, and shattered it.

Then duck short.

Without this battle, he would never have realized that his physical strength was still too poor, and he could not be satisfied with just taking down seven or eight big men with his bare hands, because the future enemy was not an ordinary criminal.

Bang bang bang!

The floor hit the wooden pillars behind Meng Fan one after another, losing momentum.

On the side, the junior brother Jin McKee was not so good at it, and he could not avoid it, so he put the gossip mirror behind his back and forcibly smashed those stone slabs with his fists.

It seems to be unstoppable, but in fact the back of the hand is bleeding.

The mana in his body is also almost exhausted.

In fact, he also gained something:

It turns out that I am a rookie, I don't have a three-plate axe, and I am usually so proud.

It's just that the master and the uncle crippled the demon girl in advance, if she bumped into her in her heyday, I'm afraid she would have died a long time ago.

This scene fell in Uncle Feng's eyes, and he couldn't help but raise his hand, wanting to throw the suitcase over and lend the moire yin-yang mirror inside to his juniors.

However, Zhong Fabai raised his hand to stop him.

"Brother Dao, it's not time yet, let these two boys continue to sharpen and increase their lessons and experience."