In a matter of moments, my nose and mouth were dripping with hot fluid, and my brain was starting to feel groggy.

Presumably, this is the precursor before being killed, right?

Is this life really going to die?

Damn, I'm not reconciled!

Suddenly, a voice flashed in my head: "Lao Tzu is a disciple of the Mourning Gate Star Monarch!"

Oh, yes.

I suddenly sobered up a little, how dare you hit me, not afraid of bad luck?

It's not my purpose to fight back now, save my life first!

A stream of hot blood rushed to his head, and I opened my mouth to smack hard, and the mixture of blood and saliva sprayed right on his nose.

"Hit me! Lao Tzu is a disciple of the Mourning Star Monarch!"

"I'm tired of being crooked!"

Zhang Shaoshan immediately let go, took a few steps back, and waved his hand at the people on both sides.

"You hold him for me! I let him see with his own eyes how his intestines came out of his mouth!"

As soon as these words came out, a few grizzled lackeys immediately popped up next to me, one of them dragging an arm, and they nailed me here.

"Hey!"

Zhang Shaoshan shouted angrily in the mouth, and his fat body jumped up high, flying out and running towards my stomach.

I had mustered all my strength and was ready to take this blow, but the moment he landed, his body trembled suddenly.

"Whoa!"

This strong man like a bear was stunned to stage a big split in front of me!

I looked at the fire extinguisher next to me and immediately laughed.

He stepped on the cylinder when he landed, and this is when the big split appeared.

Zhang Shaoshan's legs suddenly shrank, and he stood up like a carp.

Maybe it's because he practices wrestling, and at such an age, his body can still maintain such resilience.

This posture is indeed quite handsome, but in the next second, Zhang Shaoshan's body was bent into a shrimp, and he was wailing and rubbing the root of his thighs.

"It hurts, it hurts!"

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Shaoshan jumped on the spot in an independent posture of the golden rooster, and couldn't help exclaiming.

As soon as I saw it, I knew it was a cramp.

For a moment, I gasped and watched his ugliness.

If it is a traumatic injury, it can be resisted by physical fitness, but the cramp is muscle spasm, and it can't be carried by a living King Kong!

A couple of ponies immediately walked up to him and took the initiative to set up Zhang Shaoshan in an attempt to get him to stand up straight.

Pony Boy is quite experienced, as long as his feet can touch the ground, the cramps will be greatly improved.

However, they ignored Zhang's weight.

The two horseboys, who were as thin as hemp poles, had just helped Zhang Shaoshan up, and the two of them were pressed down together.

What's even worse is that it was Zhang Shaoshan who slapped on the ground first, and the two horses pressed on his arms one left and one right.

I picked up the empty fire extinguisher bottle and limped up.

Until I stopped in front of Zhang Shaoshan, I lowered my head and shouted softly.

"Oops!"

As soon as Zhang Shaoshan raised his head, before he could speak, the cylinder in my hand had already been smashed up.

He rolled his eyes and immediately fell silent.

It's just that this time, I almost exhausted the strength I had left, and my body went limp, lying on the opposite side of Zhang Shaoshan.

I couldn't stop laughing at him as he passed out.

It is said that Zhang Shaoshan is also a master, and in the end he actually collapsed on cramps.

Then again, what if you can fight? Lao Tzu resisted the beating, so Lao Tzu could laugh at the end!

At this point, the two ponies slowly stood up, but I was already tired.

"Zhang Shaoshan has fallen, you don't have to sell your life, go now, I don't think we've seen each other."

The two boys looked at each other, turned their heads and ran.

I let out a long breath, "The wicked have their own harvest!"

They were accompanied by the male doctor.

It's okay for others to want to go, but he can't!

I looked at the cylinder in my hand, riveted it with all my might, and threw it in front of him, right on the back of his head.

I've been exhausted for a long time, and this time I just knocked him down, and there was no actual damage.

He turned his head to look at me in horror, crawled forward on his hands and feet, and I stood up, staggered, and walked towards him.

The only attack I could do was to stomp on his palm.

"Now you know you're scared? It's late, isn't it?"

The doctor pulled his hand out, "You're still young, don't be impulsive."

"I'll give you no injustice or hatred, you won't!"

I rubbed my toes against his palm, gritted my teeth, and asked, "How about teaching me a lesson in thinking and morality?"

"Lao Tzu will not hurt nature in this life, but I really hate you bed bugs!"

I don't have that kind of ruthlessness if I want to kill him, but I have to come up with something real, otherwise it will be difficult to scare him.