Xia Hou was slapped in the face a few times by Zhang Ruoyu unusually provocatively.

It is not very lethal and extremely insulting.

Far more devastating than Long Fei's slap.

Xia Hou crooked his mouth, his hideous face under the white hair, dark and intertwined.

Bang!

The sky was thundering and thundering, and the rain was pouring down.

Smack.

Beimang Young Marshal Long Fei stretched out the black umbrella and protected his brother's obviously well-groomed hairstyle.

There were hundreds of people in the audience, one chair and one black umbrella.

"You've ever shattered the world?"

Xiahou's burly body trembled, and in front of everyone's eyes, he stood up.

Tall and strong, like a mountain, overlooking Zhang Ruoyu: "You have a virtue with your Lao Tzu, and you don't brag about drafts." ”

The crackling sound of bones popping, mixed with the sound of rain, reached everyone's ears.

"Do you know who I am?"

Xiahou showed murderous intentions: "Do you know, why don't even you, Lao Tzu, dare to touch me, and would rather be separated from his wife than serve me in prison?" ”

Zhang Ruoyu's dark eyes flashed cold.

Bad memories of childhood, resurrected from the dead.

Smack.

Xiahou stood up to the rain and lit a cigarette.

Then he bent down and picked up a chair and sat in front of Zhang Ruoyu.

Even if he sits face-to-face, he is slightly higher than Zhang Ruoyu.

"Ye Zhengting." Xiahou's voice was low and hoarse.

Ye Zhengting wiped the rain from his face, and stepped forward stubbornly: "Here." ”

"Hold an umbrella." Xiahou's thin lips opened slightly.

Ye Zhengting's expression froze, the two armies were facing each other, and the saber was tense, and he was still talking about this pomp?

But Ye Zhengting didn't dare to disobey this master.

No matter how much awe and loyalty he still has for Xiahou now.

But twenty years ago, Xia Hou was indeed a big man he couldn't climb.

It is the overlord of the military department who covers the sky with one hand and makes a promise.

Just like Xiahou himself said, even if he is as strong as Brother Dazhi, he does not dare to act rashly.

I didn't dare to kill him without permission.

Xiahou's confidence is too hard.

background, too, too strong.

"A bunch of little cubs who don't know the height of the sky."

Xia Hou's words were vulgar, and his tone was cold and violent: "I picked up some military merits and mixed up some military merits, and I was promoted a few levels, so I don't know what my surname is?" ”

"There are no tigers in the mountains, and the monkey is the king?"

Xiahou's body leaned forward slightly.

Twenty years of torture and torture in prison not only made Xia Hou's heart like a rock, but also made him resentful, and his heart was twisted and vicious: "In my time, you weren't even qualified to be a big soldier, why did you stand out from a group of dwarves and give you blood?" Proud? ”

Just one word.

The old subordinates behind Xia Hou were like chicken blood, ready to move.

This is the General Xiahou in their memory!

It is the unshakable mountain in their hearts!

The way of the world has changed, and a group of little cubs swaggered through the market, regardless of dignity and inferiority, and acted recklessly.

These old people who have been tortured to the point of being too bad are very uncomfortable and difficult to accept!

"I don't care who you are, no matter how awesome you've been in the past few years."

Xiahou's face was rampant, staring at Zhang Ruoyu like a beast: "Believe it or not, I can turn over your little cubs who haven't grown all their hair at one time?" ”

The old general behind Xiahou almost shouted: The last general is willing to go!

In the past ten years, the old brothers have been too aggrieved!

When General Xiahou was there, there were many beautiful days, who saw them and couldn't shout Lord?

It's like now, any one who comes out of Beimang can step on their feet.

Punches and kicks at every turn.

The meat was sandwiched in the bowl, and the soup was not drunk.

Xiahou's high-flying and domineering rhetoric completely silenced the little cubs of the Beimang Heavenly Troupe.

In the golden ten years of Beimang, the brothers have experienced a lot of bright and dark cheapness, and they have not heard much about yin and yang.

But it's the first time I've heard it like this, and it's the first time I've heard it.

What's even more outrageous is that in front of Zhang Xiangbei's deity, he will dick him if he says dick.

Who the hell is this old Deng?

He's such a dick, so domineering, listening to him chatter, it's like those people in the backyard of the wall have to call him brothers and sisters when they see him.

The few people in the backyard, no one told him, who was the man sitting in front of him?

These two people who don't know each other's identities and backgrounds at all, just do it?

What about a good confidant and knowing that the other side will win all battles?

The one who knows a person best will always be the enemy?

You don't know that either.

Even strange.

Xiahou was domineering and easily controlled the situation.

The Beimang Heavenly Regiment was silenced.

The group of old subordinates behind him who had been following him for many years were all like chickens, ready to move.

Xiahou has led the army for many years, and he has a deep knowledge in speech.

At the level of brainwashing, it is even more a must.

The atmosphere has arrived.

The situation is also in control.

Xia Hou stepped on the cigarette, raised his hand, and said word by word: "Come on, return the few slaps I just received to him." ”

As soon as the words fell.

The rain stopped when it stopped.

The heart of the gloom gradually shines.

The restless hearts of the old subordinates calmed down with a ray of sunlight refracted in the clouds.

Especially the core old subordinates who stood next to Xiahou, who were high enough to know more insiders, were full of convulsions and sweating.

They didn't move, and the old subordinates in the outer circle of the station didn't dare to move.

This kind of limelight thing, of course, has to be done by the old subordinates, and the outer circle does the inner circle, how can I make progress in the future?

Xiahou turned his head sideways and saw that no one was ordered.

glanced at Ye Zhengting lightly: "You come." ”

When Ye Zhengting heard this, his legs shook.

Yu Guang peeked at Zhang Ruoyu, who was expressionless.

The murderous Beimang Heavenly Regiment.

Ye Zhengting hooked his waist slightly, sweating: "The last general will not dare." ”