Chapter 627： Bloodthirsty madman!

Xiao Zheng said this is very light, as if a knife is not a leg, but a cucumber. The young man who wore glasses and vowed to be in the face of Yan Shang said proudly: "Don’t pretend to be a ghost. Let's do it."

Although this family is not as good as the Yan family in Yanjing, it is also a wealthy family, able to eat both black and white. Especially in the black-road, although he did not directly kill people, he personally knives, but also dyed a few lives. It’s a slap in the face, and it’s a fierce man with a strong temperament. Of course, there are only such monks, and Yan Shang will be deeply involved.

"So urgent?" Xiao Zheng was holding a knife in his hand, looking at the glasses man with a smile.

"I will have a game for a while." The glasses man snorted. "No time is wasting time on you."

"Alright. Let me leave you first."

Hey!

Everyone only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and even they had been in the army for a few years. Although the method was not as good as Xiao Zheng, but the three or five strong men were absolutely invisible, Yan Shang did not see what happened. Xiao Zheng was in front of the glasses man.

After approaching, Xiao Zheng stretched out his left hand and whispered to himself on the male thigh of the glasses. It seemed to be gentle. In fact, it was chilly and said: "The aorta cannot be avoided, but as long as I start fast enough, I will take a knife. It will end. Don't be nervous. Soon it will be done."

After all, Xiao Zheng raised the fruit knife in his hand and smashed it like a cow.

Fight!

The blood spattered out, and the male left eye of the glasses suddenly flew out and separated from the body. The red blood is like a faucet that has opened the gate, and it has been spilled.

No one expected Xiao Zheng to shoot. For the glasses male shot.

No one even thought that Xiao Zheng could really kneel down the glasses man's legs with a knife. The flesh and blood were separated, and even the leg bones were simply broken into two sections.

The speed of the hand, the bloody, can not bear to look straight, people are absolutely embarrassing.

After a brief stunned, the glasses man who was conscious of it burst into tears and screamed like a pig. The body that lost the support of the left leg also fell to the ground, and collapsed to reach out to block the blood. But people often say that the elbows are not twisted on the thighs, and both hands are palms. How can they block the **** mouth of the legs?

He was so desperate to cry and Wang Quan, even the curse was too late. Or, the horrible end of the game has made him lose the courage to curse.

"It's just a broken leg. Is it necessary to scream and cry?" Xiao Zheng erased the blood stains on his face and held a fruit knife in his hand. Then he bypassed the man's body and came to his intact right leg. Under the arm, the left hand pressed the glasses with pale face like paper: "Resist the point, if you can't cut it, you really have to saw it."

Before waiting for everyone to react, Xiao Zheng took the knife and fell to the other leg of the glasses man.

Fight!

A knife down, as it is, as Xiao Zheng said, because the glasses men's fierce struggle, Xiao Zheng did not make a full force, just cut into two-thirds. The blade was not in the leg, leaving only the dark handle.

"Speak, don't move, don't listen. Sinned?" Xiao Zheng said quite a bit. Then he tightened the handle, and the knife of the pig, like a butcher's knife, saw the male's thigh.

After this effort, the blood spurted Xiao Zheng's face. Even the white shirt on his body was dyed red. As if crawling out of the plasma, it is extremely abnormal.

After squatting down the two legs of the glasses man, Xiao Zheng picked up a sofa cushion and wiped it a few times on the face, then threw it on the floor, and relaxed a cigarette on his face. The young man next to him said, "Trouble me."

Then I sat on the sofa, smoking a cigarette, and staring at Yan Shang: "Old comrades. It should be our account now."

The air is filled with a pungent **** smell. The screaming of a spectacled man like a pig is a heartbeat in the workplace, and the spirit is weak. Where is Xiao Zheng’s behavior, what is it like a normal person?

It is simply a killing metamorphosis! A psychological distortion to the extreme metamorphosis!

They subconsciously moved away from the madman who saw a pair of fruit knives and saw the male legs of the glasses. Even the eyes of the eyes, no longer dare. The arrogance and highness of the face turned into clouds in the moment, and disappeared. Instead, it is the fear of death and the stun of cutting off your legs.

Yes. Of course!

Is Xiao Zhengyi a beast that breaks the traditional rules and is more wild than the beast?

They dare to come, just to see a game of eagle catching chickens. They also determined that this is a struggle without suspense.

but

How do they know that Xiao is such a pervert? A madman?

They want to go. I want to leave.

If it’s not that Xiao Zheng’s seat is too close to the gate, they will definitely rush out and breathe a fresh air that will not let them feel suffocated!

Yan Shang and his fists stared at Xiao Zheng were clenched, and his face was gloomy to the extreme. It seems as if it is going to spurt fire. He is not as afraid as everyone else, he just feels unprecedented anger!

For Yan Shang, he was not able to study in the army and live like a walking dead. What more terrible things than this?

When everyone is as far away as possible from the **** Xiao Zheng, Yan Shang stepped forward, and the teeth clenched and said: "You want to settle with me? What about my account?"

"I am only mys." Xiao Zheng spewed a thick smoke, and said plainly. "Your account, I don't care."

After that, he picked up the fruit knife on the coffee table. A fruit knife with blood and water on the handle. Get up, take a leisurely step, and slowly move towards Yan Shang.

When Xiao Zheng approached Yan Shang, when there was only one meter left, Yan Shang suddenly pulled out the pistol hidden in his waist. Dead and dead on the forehead of Xiao Zheng.

"Your account, and I have a relationship with his mother!?" Yan Shang arm force, pistol top Xiaozhen forehead red, roar. "How much can you fuck? Can you play bullets? Can you hit a pistol? Come on! You give Laozi a try?! You **** in today, I dare to let you out!"

Xiao Zheng’s eyes were cold and staring at the maddening Yan Shang, and his thin lips were filled with a sly smile. The voice line is low: "Do you learn to play with a gun?"

Yan Shang screamed: "Today is your death!"

The index finger is pulled, and the uncontrolled Yanshang pulls the trigger without reservation.

boom!

The gunshot sounded, but failed to leave a blood hole on Xiao Zheng’s forehead. On the contrary, when he pulled the trigger, he could no longer feel the shock of the pistol after the bullet was shot.

At that moment, Xiao Zheng’s body violated the common sense of mechanics and moved to the side of Yan Shang. Then, as the gunshot sounded, he waved the fruit knife and cut off Yan’s arm. And the bullet that was supposed to hit Xiao Zheng’s forehead, but violently killed a **** girl standing behind Xiao Zheng.

The screams sounded. The pig-like screams sounded. The **** smell of the room was a mess, and the chickens flew.