Chapter 598

In Milan that night, although Zhuoyang and the fat guy Raiola left ahead of time, he was very clear about what would happen to the punk Jeff bernova.

Although not his own hands, but ultimately because of his own death, what's more, Zhuoyang had already killed the machine, and the result was not much different from his own killing.

For the first time in his life, Zhuoyang didn't feel frightened or fidgety, because the man deserved to die. Even if the fat man doesn't show up, Zhuoyang will kill bernova. There will always be violence in killing people. Zhuoyang's heart will hold back the violence.

Beverly's betrayal made him upset and annoyed, and the conflict between uncle slag and Lao song disappointed and angered him. Under the penetration of that anger, these negative emotions have been lingering around Zhuoyang. Until today, the rudeness of Mido ignited Zhuoyang's anger and turned into a cavity of violence and reached the emotional peak.

Zhuoyang needs to vent!

the road to Xiaobailou on the peninsula is quite wide. Zhuoyang sits in a small hanging chair in the dark woods beside the road and waits for Hassan Mido. Mido's motorcycle is parked in front of him. The little chair was made by Zhuoyang and Li Xiaoqing when midair and her father Swinburne came to visit the peninsula the summer before last.

When I think of Li Xiaoqing who has been betrayed by myself, I think of Beverly who has been betrayed by myself.

It's for you that I betrayed Xiaoqing completely. But you betrayed me again, Beverly Deng, how hateful you are!

Anger burns even more. Zhuoyang's fists are tight and relaxed, relaxed and tight. He moves his fingers to prepare for the fight.

Zhuoyang knows that Mido is not a good fault. If the scissors thrown to Ibrahimovic in Ajax dressing room are a little more accurate than 5cm, the two great football sharps will become a prisoner and a blind man. And in the second half of the season before the start of the "battle at the foot of Anfield" in Legia, Poland, Mido showed a lot of bravery. He smashed his fists over several places and was a good fighter.

But then what!

Height 190 cm, weight 81 kg, lying on 167 kg, Hassan Mido these data are more than Zhuoyang. But so what?

The convex moon comes out of the clouds and lights up the road among the trees.

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“…… Always close to you, all the memories of the past always stay in my heart, my beautiful Egypt... "

Hassan Mido is humming a ditty. This "helwa Ya Baladi" is sung by almost every Egyptian, and it's his favorite song.

Mido was very happy, naturally because he scored again. He is not a fool. When he celebrates, Mido finds Zhuoyang with a straight face. He knows what to do with his head, but Mido doesn't care much.

Zhuoyang is a good man. I'm a little over doing today, but I'm not excited! Zhuoyang will not care too much. He is a broad-minded man. Only in China, which is as ancient as Egypt, can there be such a world-renowned person.

- I'll admit a mistake to him later and have a drink. Nothing will happen. Allah's teachings do not allow us to drink, but who listens? Wine is a good thing. Zhuoyang is a good person to deal with, which is better than me. He likes me and I also like him. I really want to marry my sister Tana to Zhuoyang

Zhuoyang and I are the same kind of people. They are all geniuses. He will never care about Rand's goods. I'll pay attention later

Humming, Mido walked to the small open space in front of the white building.

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"Hassan!"

Zhuoyang stood up and stopped, singing without noticing the little chair.

“…… Every tear that falls on my cheek is full of... " The song suddenly stopped, and Mido turned around: "Hi, Zhuoyang, you are..."

"Pa!!!"

A slap in the ear made me see stars, and a dozen birds appeared around my head. When he was silly, he stared at his big eyes and finally focused on the focus. The whole world was stunned.

"Bang!" He was chucked in the stomach by Zhuo Yang's foot, "bang!" Mido sat on the ground and almost didn't break his tailbone.

Uncle Freeman, who came out from behind the small white building, saw this scene just in time. He had a lot to learn. He didn't even say a word, so he went to the dressing room and shouted. That day, in order to fight for uncle slag and old song, Freeman suffered several times. Till now, his bones still hurt. How dare he come to fight for Zhuoyang today? His old arms and legs are dead?

Zhuoyang pulls back a little and waits for Mido to jump up from the ground. It's not a big Revenge of life and death. He is too lazy to take advantage of the other side's sitting on the ground.

However

Mido didn't jump up, he didn't get angry, he didn't yell. He just sat on the ground with his hands outstretched and opened his mouth and looked at Zhuoyang stupidly.

- Fuck, are you going to fight or not? I'm a little embarrassed with my splay knife? It's strange that the two men are fixed.

After a while, the muscles on mindless meadows' face began to shake, more and more quickly, and his nostrils seemed to be the bull demon who was about to start shooting fire.——Oh, finally angry! Well, I'm standing here waiting for you. The more angry you are, the better. I'm hungry and thirsty

"Wow -" suddenly, MINDO cried. "Ah, wow, wow..."

"Wow - Zhuoyang, why are you Wow - hit me Wow - ah - ah - ah - I like you so much. You, you hit me. Wow - "br >

" Zhuoyang has three black lines on his forehead.

Hassan Mido, the Egyptian international, a famous center and a strong man, was sitting on the ground crying his heart and lungs. He pedaled his legs and clapped his hands on the ground. He didn't work so hard at his father's funeral. The cry was mixed with the criticism of Zhuoyang. The central idea was: I miss you so much, you love you, but you are ruthless, cold and unreasonable

Zhuoyang was at a loss. His hair was almost broken and he stood up. The flowers, birds, fishes, crickets, frogs and toads in the forest were all frightened to silence. The wind did not dare to blow over. The leaves did not dare to move.

Without much effort, Mido was already out of breath crying. "Wow ah ah ah ah, Zhuo Cough! Cough! Yang Why are you Cough! Cough! Hit me Cough! Ah ~ ah ~ ah ~ ah ~ "I'm crying and coughing.

Tears splashed out, snivels were poured into the mouth, and from time to time, a transparent film was formed between the big upper and lower lips, which was burst by the howling air flow.

What's more, Zhuo Yang wants to squat down to admit his mistake to Mido and coax him

Mido's cry gradually decreased. It wasn't that he stopped his sadness, but that he cried too hard. He needed to breathe heavily. Mido opened his mouth and sobbed desperately. The scene was very sad and touching.

All of a sudden, the sound of rumbling footsteps, a large number of people and horses came rushing.

"Kill him!"

"Cut him!"

"Dog day, you dare to touch my brother Zhuo's finger..."

"Beat him! Beat him! Get him! "

"Wow - ah - ah - ah - Wow -" Mido cried even louder than at the beginning. The hoarse crying and Howling around the forest were like calling donkeys.