Old Demon Han was furious.

Draw the knife and face each other.

Although he is old, he can still eat.

Honest people are in a hurry, and they bite too!

Han Lao Mo stubbornly carried Tang Yi's ten knives, the tiger's mouth was already oozing blood, and his body was also stabbed a few times, and the blood flowed down the trouser leg of the suit, which was shocking.

On the other hand, Tang's trick is even worse.

Three fingers were severed on his right hand.

The left hand was severed by the wrist.

In the future, it can be renamed Tang Erzhi Zen.

Han Lao Mo raised the blade, coolly grabbed the blood-stained blade with his elbow, and pulled it with his hand, wiping the blood stains from the knife.

Raising his eyes, he glanced at Tang Yizhao: "Young man, the experience is still shallow." Who the wasn't a genius boy when they were young? Are you? ”

"Keep two fingers for you to eat, don't say that Uncle Shi is not emotional."

Old Devil Han said, raised his hand and pulled away Tang's move, which was full of pain and despair.

He couldn't imagine that the ten knives he had practiced hard for many years couldn't kill a lover.

When he was eighteen years old, his master told him that as long as he was willing to work hard, he would be able to surpass his second uncle Han Lao Mo, who became famous in the first battle, in five years at most, and become famous in the capital.

But now, he only lost two fingers.

Even in the most upscale casino, people may not be ruthless enough to cut off their eight fingers.

Tang Yizhao looked at the master's car with a stunned face, and his eyes were full of pain.

Click.

Under the indifferent gaze of Old Demon Han, the car door opened.

A slender and domineering figure slowly stepped out of the car.

"Master, I will avenge you."

The majestic man said word by word.

Tang Yizhao's eyes were red, both ashamed and humiliated.

"Don't be stupid, kid." Han Lao Mo debunked on the spot the truth that everyone present understood except for Tang Yi's move. "He uses you as cannon fodder to consume my physical strength. Do you really think he's going to pass on his throne to you? When he dies, he will bring the famous knife door into the coffin, what is the matter with you? ”

Tang Yizhao's expression was hideous, and he glared at Old Demon Han angrily.

After Han Lao Mo killed people, he stared at the man coldly: "You are still the same dog as back then, you are not sure of victory, and you will never make a move." ”

The scariest thing is.

The martial arts talent of this famous sword sect elder brother is still above his old demon Han.

A guy with explosive martial arts talent and can play tricks, he deserves to reach the peak, and no one dares to be blind to those little junior brothers.

"I don't know what she likes about you." Yue Qinghua understated. "A reckless man with no brains."

"I'm more handsome than you." Old Demon Han squinted and said. "My eyes are squinting, they're bigger than yours. I'm hunched over, and I'm taller than you. Is it enough? ”

"This is the confidence you have to rob the woman I fancied?" Yue Qinghua said indifferently. "You deserve to live in the dark all your life, and you can never hold your head up."

"My old demon Han wants to rob a woman, but it depends on his identity?" Old Devil Han was domineering and leaked, and said word by word. "Don't say it's just a woman you like, even if it's your mother, as long as I, Han Lao Mo, take a fancy to it, Lao Tzu can be your father when he sits on the ground!"

Yue Qinghua frowned, and a sinister anger flashed in his long, narrow and gloomy eyes.

"Okay, I've got you some breather." Yue Qinghua paced towards Han Laomo, his steps were calm, and his breath was as steady as a mountain. "I'll send you on your way."

The hard qigong master's consumption of Han Lao Mo is at most two percent.

But Tang's move consumed at least fifty percent of him, or even more.

This talented martial arts genius was personally trained by Yue Qinghua.

He did a virtual review and deduced every detail to the extreme.

At this moment, Old Demon Han is already at the end of his strong crossbow.

Yue Qinghua can effortlessly kill this old demon Han, who became famous in a battle twenty-nine years ago, under the knife of the famous family.

Sou!

On a dimly lit street corner, a sedan suddenly sped up.

Han Lao Mo glanced at the license plate number, frowned, and his heart sank.

Damn it... What is she messing around?

As soon as Zhao Changying comes, he will die, and Yue Qinghua can't even let himself run...

Crunch!

The car stopped in front of everyone.

When Zhao Changying appeared in front of everyone wearing a snow-white wedding dress that was originally intended to be collected.

Old Han's heart is like ashes.

Come and wear a wedding dress.

Does this want to provoke Yue Qinghua, or do you want to be martyred with yourself?

Women, what a long hair and short knowledge!

Can be a second.

The daughter-in-law's co-driver walked down to a man who was not his own.

His name is Zhang Ruoyu.

There is also a name, called Zhang Xiangbei.

Han Lao Mo's baby son-in-law.

Not every woman, you have long hair and short knowledge.

There are always exceptions.

When Yue Qinghua saw Zhao Changying in a snow-white wedding dress, his narrow and cruel eyes were dancing with a bloodthirsty cold light.

"You're really a good wife." Yue Qinghua's voice was cold and full of murderous intent. "Married twice."

"Of course." Old Devil Han's mouth was stiff. "How beautiful do you think she looks in her wedding dress?"

"It's a pity that you won't be able to see it in the future." Yue Qinghua was filled with monstrous murderous intent.

Here, the conversation is in full swing.

Over there, Zhao Changying and Brother Zhang, who had just gotten off the car, also chatted beautifully.

"When you see Xue Bao in the future, be a low-key person, don't be crazy, see me, pour tea and hand cigarettes, don't show me a face, and play official." Zhang Ruoyu lit a cigarette in the wind and glanced at Zhao Changying lightly. "Is there a problem?"

Zhao Changying looked at it and was covered in blood, and he was so distressed that he couldn't do it.

Taking a deep breath of cold air, he betrayed his pride and dignity: "As long as you can keep him." ”

"Speaking of him, I would like to mention two more points." Zhang Ruoyu exhaled a thick cigarette and said lightly. "In the future, my father-in-law will not mention divorce, no matter how unpleasant he is, he will hold me back. He beats you and scolds you, but he endures it. I'll tell you the truth, I've never seen a coastal old man who doesn't beat his daughter-in-law. ”

"Can you save him first?" Zhao Changying said with a straight face and a cold voice. "He's bleeding to death."

"Can you say yes first?" Zhang Ruoyu squinted and said. "If you don't agree, he will suffer while he lives, so it's better to die."

"I promise!" Zhao Changying gritted his teeth and made a loud noise.

"Roger."

Zhang Ruoyu grinned, turned around, and walked step by step to the scene of the brawl where the bigwigs gathered.

walked to the old demon Han who was covered in blood for his daughter-in-law.

He endured for Xue Bao all his life, and he never raised his head for the rest of his life.

For his daughter-in-law, he was willing to fight to the death.

The man's hair was gray, and he was old, but he hadn't been in a proper place yet.

Tonight, his brother Zhang, his son-in-law, wanted to do something for him.

It has to be done.