"Gudong --!"

Although, the moment Li Dasheng saw that charcoal was about to be put into his mouth.

The whole person burst out, crazy desire to survive.

Began to struggle under Zhang Xiaofan, resistance!

But he struggled and resisted.

In front of Zhang Xiaofan, it's like a mole ant.

He just put a little effort on Li Dasheng's throat.

Then the whole person took him and shook him up and down in mid air.

Let Li Dasheng swallow the red charcoal into his stomach.

"Oh

With that piece of charcoal, it entered Li Dasheng's throat.

See Li Dasheng, directly issued a heartrending scream!

Although this piece of red charcoal is not as good as that in the relatively closed bellows stove of a blacksmith.

The ambient temperature as high as 500-700 degrees, so exaggerated!

However, there is still a high temperature of nearly 100 degrees

Such a high temperature of charcoal, directly in the eyes of Li Dasheng's throat hot out a big bubble.

Zhang Xiaofan looks at Li Dasheng, who is like a fish cut alive, twitching and shaking his limbs.

I can't help laughing!

As soon as he made an effort with his left hand, he threw Li Dasheng out like a dead dog!

"Bang Dang!"

Li Dasheng's body is under the action of this great force.

He bumped the seats and benches in the dining room into a row.

However, he has no energy to care about it now.

It's squatting on the ground, mouth wide open.

Keep fanning with your hands, wheezing, wheezing.

It's like a husky, sticking out its tongue and lowering its temperature.

"Am I right? You didn't think of all this

Zhang Xiaofan wiped his hands with a tablecloth and glanced at Li Dasheng squatting on the ground. He said with a sneer.

"Your mother sells, little redneck!"

"I want you today..."

Since Li Dasheng joined the Jiulong Gang, how did he ever suffer such a big loss?

It was a great shame to him as a whole.

In all these years, he has never been humiliated like this again!

At present, Li Dasheng's eyes are red.

As soon as he saw it, he grabbed the chair he hit. While roaring, he smashed at Zhang Xiaofan

For the whistling chair, Zhang Xiaofan still sat there motionless.

But his right hand popped out like lightning.

Before Li Dasheng finished his swearing, he let out a shrill scream again.

And it was accompanied by his screams——

"Click!" A crisp and pleasant sound of bone fragmentation.

And the chair, which he had raised above his head, suddenly began to fall freely.

"Dang!" It's a cry!

Hit Li Dasheng's spirit cover heavily.

What's more exaggerated is Li Dasheng's left hand and arm.

At this time become like noodles, with a very strange angle bending!

Originally, in the moment.

Zhang Xiaofan suddenly takes his hand and grabs his left wrist.

Then he twisted his left arm 180 degrees like a twist of Mahua!

Red blood, accompanied by white bones stubble.

Just one drop, one drop.

Dripping on the floor of the dining room, making a clear sound.

"I don't think you would have thought of that 10 minutes ago, would you?"