Sickle will all Jin Baxiong is forbearing, and Mr. Mu is indignant.
Before, Mr. Mu was really a master. Jin Baxiong respectfully treated Mr. Mu, and they also recognized him. But now, this waste impostor named Mu dares to yell at Mr. Jin, so they can’t watch it.
The first thing I couldn’t help it was a middleaged man with a full face. The surname Mu dared to salute you to our gold master. What are you, er?
Before the middleaged man finished speaking, he flew backwards and flew directly over the sickle. After the head of the congregation fell to the ground, he didn’t hum a word.
It’s not surprising that although Mr. Mu is a fake master, he can at least get along with the master and slap him, even a middleaged man can do it.
Mr. Mu began to attack the middleaged man, and the intimidation of Jin Ba Xiong immediately dispersed. As soon as he got up, he shouted at Mr. Mu, Don’t you dare kill my brother?
The middleaged man who was shot by Mr. Mu is really dead. He has black blood flowing out, and obviously his insides have been shattered by Mr. Mu.
When they heard that the middleaged man was dead, the brothers of the congregation were even more angry. They all glared at Mr. Mu and rushed to beat Mr. Mu into a meat pie to avenge the dead middleaged man.
After seeing the sickle, Mr. Mu looked at Jin Baxiong faintly, just like looking at a trivial ant. If you dare to talk to Mr. Mu like that, you should kill him.
Jin Ba Xiong delayed for a while and then his anger rose from his heart. He said, Is it true that Mu killed my sickle brothers when I sickle hundreds of brothers are vegetarians?
I didn’t think you were vegetarians, I thought you were eating shit. Mr. Mu’s words were vulgar, but he put on an unattainable posture in front of Jin Baxiong
Jin Baxiong completely moved the flank and shouted, Brothers, give me the surname Mu and leave him alive.
Sickle will all have long been unable to wait for Jin Ba Xiong’s voice and their horses rushed towards Mr. Mu.
I’ll leave you alive, too.
As soon as the words were finished, Mr. Mu suddenly disappeared, followed by screaming and wailing, and there was a sickle in the howl. Although my brother didn’t die, he didn’t get up after falling to the ground and lost his fighting capacity.
Jin Ba Xiong was stunned by his own hands, so many elite brothers, and a waste fake master hand was so vulnerable.
Mu, a loser, couldn’t hit Lin Jingyao, the little whitefaced concubine, and hit him on the hand, which became so severe again.
Just when Jin Baxiong became speechless, more than half of the 200 sickle brothers fell, and the number of fallen brothers continued to increase. Almost one person fell in one second.
Jin Baxiong’s eyes suddenly showed deep fear. He suddenly realized that the wolf invited this surnamed Mu, not a waste, but a real master who could defeat two hundred super masters.
The problem is that such a super master turned into a garbage when he was a mistress of Lin Jingyao’s gigolo, so how terrible was that gigolo named Jiao?
Just as Jin Baxiong’s fear grew deeper and deeper, Mr. Mu had put down all his sickle brothers until Jin Baxiong was shocked that Mr. Mu’s right hand and five fingers had locked his throat.
Too many people will make you 13. Can you break the stone with too many eggs? Mr. Mu glanced coldly at Jin Ba’s male fingers and tightened them gradually.
Jin Baxiong really felt the death threat and couldn’t say a word.
Do you think I’m a loser even if I’m not a master? Mr. Mu asked coldly again.
No Jin Baxiong’s breathing is not smooth, and he can’t send a word anymore.
I’m really a waste before my name is Jiao, but with your humble ant, I deserve to look down on the old man. Mr. Mu suddenly spat and spat on Jin Ba’s face. The old man can crush you like an ant at any time.
Jin Baxiong has been able to breathe. He thinks that if Mr. Mu tightens his right hand for a minute or two, his throat bone will break.
Fortunately, Mr. Mu’s hand slowly loosened.
After walking around the edge of death, Jin Baxiong finally realized how happy it is to be able to breathe freely. He took two deep breaths and said, Mr. Mu has my eyes. Thank you for not killing me.
Send your coquettish mistress named Xu, your youngest daughter and your children’s wife to the old bed, or you will have to survive and not beg for death. Mr. Mu’s cold voice flashed with strange evil fire in his eyes
Lin Jingyao’s MercedesBenz ssag sports car, Lin Jingyao doesn’t talk while Jiao Yi walks over and looks at Lin Jingyao. Lin Jingyao doesn’t talk and he doesn’t talk.
In the end, Lin Jingyao couldn’t help but speak first. You really want me to play against Mu Wang’s egg early.
Jiao Yi shook his head and smiled. Who told you to fight with him? I told you to beat him. Isn’t that waste so ugly that a toad wants to eat swan meat? You don’t want to beat him up and give him the evil spirit?
But the surname Mu is a real master of Dan Jin, not a waste. Lin Jingyao doesn’t want to talk to follow focus Wing, but there are some words that must be said.
He is a master of Dan Jin in the early days, which is not false, but I said that if you beat him, there will be a way for you to beat him so that he can’t fight back. Jiao Yi understated the tunnel.
What’s the way? Lin Jingyao felt that Jiao Yi was simply nonsense, but she still couldn’t help asking.
I haven’t eaten dinner Jiao Yi said seriously:
Chapter 159 What do you want?
Lin Jingyao almost bumped into this wonderful flower next to the steering wheel. How different is his brain structure from that of normal humans? Ask him what he can do. He said he didn’t eat dinner. Is there a connection between the two?
Of course, there is a link.