In terms of his vertical "burly" figure and his own tonnage.

Just simply moving up and down, there are some "breathless" and "out of breath".

At this time, in the face of this "nigger" under the fury of a punch, and how to avoid it?

Looking at this iron fist, which is comparable to laughing like a casserole, in this way, in my own pupil, a little bit, a little bit of amplification... Amplification... Amplification

After seeing this, Qian Wenyi's heart immediately died of "cool, cool..." how could he despair?

It's for the tendons of the nigger.

If, if I'm really beaten by the nigger.

Well, even if they do not fight into a "concussion", but this "tendon fracture" what is indispensable ah!

What's this called?

Is this called pretending not to be forced, but being fucked?!

Think of this later, Qian Wen a can't help but despair of closed eyes, heart is repeatedly lament, road.

"Bang --!"

However, when Qian Wenyi was in despair.

In this critical moment, a big hand is the first step, directly clenched the "nigger" fist.

I saw that the nigger's dark face was like being smeared with ketchup, and it was developing towards the trend of "Guan Gong" every minute.

He tried to squeeze his fist out of Zhang Xiaofan's palm.

But I don't know how.

His whole palm, as if by "Vice" to clamp the general.

No matter how he used his "sucking strength", he was still unable to extract the slightest from Zhang Xiaofan's palm!

Looking at the "nigger" in front of him, his forehead was blue and his face was red.

Zhang Xiaofan gave a cold smile, and then slowly released his left hand, holding the "nigger" fist. His voice was cold and he said.

"I said friend, one more two no more three!"

"Before, I think for the sake of being a foreign friend, I'll give you two moves first."

"If you insist on your own way, don't blame me for being rude to you!"

Seeing Zhang Xiaofan who came out to "save the world" at the critical moment, Qian Wen's face was very happy.

Originally, the fear that emerged in the heart before and after.

At this time, it was like the tide of the sea receded. Suddenly, it was clear.

At this time, Qian Wenyi seems to have found his strength again, and his waist is straight.

He ran up to Zhang Xiaofan and gave a thumbs up to him.

"Hey, brother fan, I have to count on you at the critical moment!"

After putting down this sentence, Qian Wenyi is also very self-conscious, far back to the side and began to "watch the war".

For Qian Wenyi and Zhang Xiaofan, who are "good friends" of their own, they are also black lines in their minds. They only feel that their old faces are hot, and they are secretly repentant in their hearts.

At the beginning, my brain is into the cement or into the soy milk, with whom out is not good, but with this "big tease force" out, really not enough with their own shame ah

The "nigger" shook his neck and broke his wrist. His face was ferocious and vicious;

"Little red guy, don't think you can compete with me. To be honest, I'm a black man who has practiced Kung Fu!"