Chapter 87: Squirt to death!

Chapter 87 Spit to death!

"Zhuo Bufan, you have to die and don't drag us together! This uncle, please let us go, we have nothing to do with Zhuo Bufan." After all, Gao Gui is a woman, and he burst into tears when he heard the other's fierce name. His face was full, and there was even a damp and heat between his legs, and he was scared to urinate.

The black-clothed man standing nearby raised the whip in his hand and struck her hard, "Shut up."

Ye Kaihe and Ye Kaihai were so frightened that they didn't even dare to show up. Ye Zimei had long lost her soul, and even wanted to ask the other party if she needed her to sleep with her and let her go.

As the second generation ancestor, the leaf fox usually does a lot of fights and nonsense outside, but he has never seen such a scene before, and his teeth kept trembling in fright.

Only Ye Ziqin's face was always cold, and suddenly he said: "It has nothing to do with them, I am Zhuo Bufan's wife, you just need to keep me."

The cool voice was still cold as winter water, but Zhuo Bufan looked at Ye Ziqin in surprise.

He had already agreed to break up with Ye Ziqin, and there was no feeling between them at all, why now Ye Ziqin still admits to be his wife!

"Shut up!" Pang Jiexie's face showed a fierce color, slapped in the air, Gao Gui's head tilted to the left, a distance of three meters away, directly hit her face with a red color Palm print.

Seeing this scene, not only Ye Kaihe and Ye Kaihai and others were dumbfounded, but even the bodyguards who followed Pang Jie were dumbfounded.

A slap in the air can actually hit a person in the face. I'm afraid this is no longer a human being.

After doing all this, Pang Jie squinted his eyes, turned his head and continued to stare at Zhuo Bufan: "Don’t think that you are the master of inner strength, but I didn’t expect that you will be able to develop inner strength at a young age. In years, I am afraid that no one in this Golden State can cure you, but it is a pity that you are destined to fall into my hands today."

Suddenly, a few bright beams of light penetrated through the frosted glass of the warehouse, and the men in black standing in the warehouse showed their vigilance for an instant. They pressed the guns on their waists, and the sound of the vehicle's engine was getting closer and quieter. .

Immediately afterwards, a string of footsteps sounded. Outside the warehouse, a dozen men in black suits filed in. The leader was a man with a height of about 1.8 meters and a strong physique. He respectfully walked to Zhuo Bufan’s side. Mr. Zhuo."

"Why are you here?" Zhuo Bufan asked with frowned.

The person here is the bodyguard and confidant Jinhu next to Chu Tian.

Jin Hu glanced at Pang Jie and said, "Mr. Zhuo, God knows that Wang Wenwu's relationship has brought the bloodblade out of the prison, so let us watch his whereabouts. I didn't expect that he would dare to kidnap Mr. Zhuo and your family."

"Golden Tiger? The number one warrior next to Chu Tian, ​​hum." Pang Jie was as steady as Mount Tai, just lightly glanced at Jin Hu: "You are not here to speak."

"Pang Jie, nicknamed Bloodblade, is nothing more than a robber from my point of view. You are so godly from the outside. I don't know why Wang Wenwu would try to get you out, thinking that you can bring down our God? "Jin Hu said coldly.

"Is there any place for you to speak here?" Pang Jie's eyes were cold, and suddenly he arched his back, like a spring, rushing straight to the height of three meters, and smashed his foot into the face of Jinhu from top to bottom.

Jin Hu was taken aback, and hurriedly folded his hands over his face.

There was a "bang".

Jinhu only felt the numbness of his arms, as if a huge boulder fell in his hands, and the whole body was blown out directly. The toes under his feet penetrated the leather shoes, and he firmly grasped the ground so that he did not fall, but the solid concrete floor was pulled out by two. Long traces of the road.

Although he was not seriously injured, his two hands had lost the ability to fight, and his musculoskeletal body was severely injured. He trembled involuntarily, and Jin Hu was sweating coldly and looked at Pang Jie taboo.

"Now you know why Master Wu asked me to come out, go back and tell Chu Tian to let him wash his neck and wait for me." Pang Jie gently dropped to the ground, with his hands behind his back, and said proudly.

"You..." Jin Hu glared at the other party, his eyes begging to Zhuo Bufan again.

Zhuo Bufan shook his head, "I dare to show it as shamelessly as a three-legged cat."

"What are you talking about? It seems that if I don't kill you, you won't shed tears if you don't see the coffin." Pang Jie spit out sharp points in his eyes, staring at Zhuo Bufan as if looking at a dead person.

Zhuo Bufan was not in a hurry, put his index finger into the teacup, and a drop of clear and translucent tea was stained on the nail cover, and the qi in his body was wrapped in water droplets and condensed on the nail cover.

"This kind of trick, as long as a warrior with a small internal strength can do it, it is a great skill." Pang Jie said with a look of disdain.

"Then look like this." Zhuo Bufan's voice just fell, and the water droplets on his fingernails suddenly popped out, like a bullet that pierced the chest of a black-clothed man next to him, and he twisted his mouth and overflowed with blood foam. , Kneeling on the ground with a puff.

"Inner strength is great?" Pang Jie's complexion changed drastically, and his pupils widened.

The other men sent by Wang Wenwu were silent and killed a person with a drop of water. This was simply the devil.

As for Ye Kaihe and others, they looked at Zhuo Bufan with a shocked expression on their face, as if they did not know him at all. The former Zhuo Bufan was a waste material, but now he suddenly became a peerless master, let alone murder. ...Without blinking.

Ye Ziqin bit her soft and cold lips hard, her dark and deep eyes with a complex look.

"What I just said still counts." Zhuo Bufan smiled indifferently, then took a sip of the tea on the table, with a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, Pang Jie's true essence exploded, and the whole person stepped on the ground fiercely. The place where he was standing collapsed in an instant, as if it had been blown by a bomb, turning around like an arrow from the string to the gate of the warehouse.

It was less than 20 meters away from the warehouse. Pang Jie almost exhausted all his energy to escape, and his intestines were blue with regret.

"One."

"two."

"three."

Zhuo Bufan tapped his fingers on the table three times, his pupils flickered, and a spit of tea came out of his mouth, as if it turned into a flying knife to catch up with Pang Jie, directly piercing through his back to his chest and bursting a cloud of blood.

Pang Jie, who was running, had already stepped on the threshold of the warehouse, with complex expressions of regret, shock, fear, and disbelief in his eyes, and fell to the ground with a puff.

The entire huge warehouse fell into a dead silence at this time, and Ye Kaihe, Ye Kaihai, Gao Gui, Ye Zihu, and Ye Zimei had their faces as gray as death.

The people brought by Pang Jie and the subordinates brought by Jin Hu looked at Zhuo Bufan with a look of the devil at the same time, and sipped Mr. Pang to death with a sip of tea?

Jin Hu swallowed his saliva secretly, and said in his heart: "What's so special is that a sip of tea squirts you to death!"