The eyebrows and eyes of the man in black are almost exactly the same as those of Kameda Rice Bucket Taro.

"Kameda Itotaro, face is getting better so quickly? How did you get out, this good kung fu is hidden quite deeply, what did you do to my Yanali? ”

Land Rover asked a lot of questions.

What he feared most now was whether Yanari had been murdered.

The man in black looked at him in a daze, blinking a pair of triangular eyes: "Muddrops, what kind of drips are working?" ”

Yakxi went up with a big-eared melon seed: "I am your eighth-generation ancestor, you dare to speak to the god like this." ”

As soon as the man in black spoke, Land Rover immediately breathed a sigh of relief:

This is not Kameda Itotaro, there is a big difference in demeanor, movements, and voice.

The body is also much thinner than Kameda Rice Bucket Taro, Kameda Rice Bucket Taro's body is round like a landmine, and his body is not even a grenade, barely a trumpet cannonball.

The man in black had a very stubborn temper, and his face was crooked by Axy's slap, and he came over with a pair of small triangular eyes, glaring at Yakxi like a challenge.

"Wang Ba Lizi, you don't accept it, right?" Jaxsi slapped him back with another big backhand.

The man in black twisted his neck, straightened his crooked face again, and continued to stare.

"I'll let you pretend to be strong with me!" Jacques rounded his arms, crackled, and smoked more than thirty big-eared thunderbolts in a row.

The man in black's head twisted around, and every time his face was tilted, he immediately came back, glaring at Jaxie viciously, just not convinced.

It is said that those who drown will water, and those who will kill their mouths, this whole thing, although it is not sharp, but it is more annoying than a mouth.

Jacques was furious, gritting his teeth and pumping to death.

"Kersie, stop for now!" Land Rover can see that the man in black has been trained rigorously and is more resistant to beating.

"Trouble!" Jaxie paused, grinning and rubbing his hands together to relieve the pain.

Made, this king of eight lambs, has a really hard skin, just use the soles of his shoes to pump hard.

Land Rover held the electric baton in his hand and imitated the tone of the man in black: "You drop, what drop work?" ”

The man in black sneered: "I just don't tell you to work." ”

"Hehe, it's not enough to get beaten, right?" Land Rover grinned on his face, and his mother P in his heart.

"Beat the drop, don't care about the drop, beat me to death, I drop, I drop, more happy drop." The man in black looked challenged.

Land Rover touched the electric baton to his face: "Today I will neither beat you nor scold you, don't you want to be happy?" I will fulfill you, and I will make you happy. ”

After speaking, gently push the electric gate of the electric baton.

It didn't get to the first gear, Land Rover didn't want to hit him with such a big current, and he needed to work slowly and carefully for this kind of diehard, little by little, to subdue him.

The man in black was numb all over his body and had violent spasms.

The muscles on his face trembled, as if crying and laughing.

"How's it going, Leh? I see you're smiling beautifully! Land Rover teased the man in black as he controlled the current.

The man in black was speechless.

Land Rover loosened the electric door: "What's the matter, is it comfortable?" Is it enough fun, you drop, what drop work? ”

The man in black relaxed, and only after a long time did he recover a little, and then pretended to be a tough guy with a stalk on his neck: "I'm dripping, I'm not afraid of happy work, but I don't tell you to work hard." ”

Land Rover smiled coldly: "The stones in the pit are smelly and hard, and this doctor must cure your neuropathy." ”

Turning back and commanding Jacquessy, "Untie his rope and let him break dance for you." ”

"Trouble!" Jaxie untied the blackman's rope with three clicks and two clicks.

The man in black was unrestrained, jumped up violently, and punched the land rover.

Land Rover saw it so brightly, the electric baton touched his fist, and the electric door was pushed half gear.

The man in black was numb all over, and his hands were dancing, like a break dance, and he twisted the joints all over his body stiffly.

Land Rover took turns to electrify his hands and knees, making him swing his body constantly, while singing songs from his previous life to give him the soundtrack: "Dear-love-drop, little ghost, please don't cry, I want to use, my electricity, train your body ......"

The man in black was full of twists and sweating profusely.

The Land Rover loosened the button, and the man in black collapsed to the ground.

"Haha, the dance is good, you drip, what drips to work." Land Rover thought to himself, this time you should say it.

"I'm not afraid of dripping, I just don't tell you to work." The man in black was soft, but he held on to his death.

"Jaxi, bring me his two broken knives."

"Trouble!" Jaxie took the two long knives of the man in black, bent down and handed them to the Land Rover.

"You drip, you want to cut my drop to work?" The man in black thought that Land Rover was going to play with him.

Land Rover ignored him, holding a long knife in each hand, and fought left and right with a click.

Both blades have many small openings, and there are leaking teeth.

Land Rover threw the knife at the feet of the man in black: "I know that your supreme honor is to commit suicide by disembowelment, this will fulfill you, let's have fun!" ”

The man in black slowly knelt on the ground and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a firm belly with a few abdominal muscles faintly on it.

picked up the broken knife with open teeth, held it in his hand with a sense of ceremony, and recited words in his mouth.

Land Rover smiled coldly: "Slippery cut, apologize to whoever you should apologize to, what to rub in!" ”

The man in black took a knife and measured it on his belly for a long time, gritted his teeth several times and didn't cut it, raised his head and said, "You drop, bully people drop big drops." ”

"You are begging for death by yourself, how can I bully you with my drops."

"I drip, I need to do the wrong work."

"What is wrong? You are such a fierce and fearless person as death, you can't find enough to beat yourself, and you still need to make a mistake by cutting your abdomen? ”

"This broken knife is not good for dripping, so change it to a quick knife."

"You still use your own knives, your two knives are like a saw, pull slowly, and cut the little bit of miscellaneous pieces inside, and you will be about the same, hehe!"

The man in black gestured a few more times, suddenly threw the knife, and slammed his head on the ground: "God Drip, Kameda Drip, willing to serve God Drip." ”

"Kameda? Your name is Kameda? Kameda family rice bucket chiro. Land Rover guessed that although this Kameda was not the other Kameda, the two must have a relationship.

"Kameda Itojiro."

"Oh, Kameda Rice Bucket Taro's younger brother."

"Hello, does Shendi know Brother Kameda?"

"I know you too well, your brother is pouring me private salt now."

"Snay with Snaye, there are pimples. (I see, that's great)" Kameda Rice Bucket Jiro was overjoyed.

"You can do it with me!"

"Dig up the ants there (that's not okay)," Kameda shook his head.

"Hmm......" A cold light shot out of Land Rover's eyes.