Dongzhang in the God Sculpture

Liao Jing was not offended by Dong Zhang's words, but silently observed the young man's every move, and swam away with his gun drawn.

But Dongzhang still looked calm and didn't care at all, Liao Jing dragged the gun with one hand and circled Dongzhang for half a circle, the young man holding a sword and stick seemed to be full of flaws, but his hands were secretly accumulating strength and waiting to explode.

I have a wound on my hand, so I can only use one-handed spear skills to show less than six, while the young man on the other side is not moving much, but his momentum is getting stronger and stronger. Liao Jing, who knows that he can't hold back any longer, drags his gun with one hand and lunges forward. Zhang to the East.

Seven steps away from Dongzhang, he pulled the gun with one hand and attacked Dongzhang with a beautiful sweep. Facing the incoming momentum, Dongzhang's eyes were fixed, and he thrust his sheathed sword upwards. The iron gun in his own throat.

Just as Dongzhang was about to step up and get close to him, a strong wind howled in his head, Liao Jing turned his spear, and the end of the gun smashed towards Dongzhang's face, but Dongzhang had no choice but to stop the thought of bullying him, and dodged the blow with a short body. Remember to sweep.

Liao Jing seized the opportunity, and stabbed the spear head at Dong Zhang who was short on the ground several times. With a cold light, the gun head stabbed fiercely at his vital points. Dong Zhang narrowed his eyes slightly, and vacated his body Dodging somersault from Liao Jing's onslaught, both feet landed on the ground, bent knees and bent over, twisted the sword blade with the thumb of his left hand, and kicked the ground out of a small hole with force with both feet.

The huge reaction force brought Dongzhang to Liao Jing in an instant, saying ten thousand words and ten thousand. Dongzhang only completed this series of actions in an instant. Even before Liao Jing retracted the gun to react, Dongzhang had already arrived. in front of.

Liao Jing, who was horrified, could only kick the gun with one foot, and the tip of the gun was retracted instantly. Dong Zhang, who was in the air and had nowhere to rely on, opened his pupils slightly, and the left hand holding the sword was instantly replaced by the right hand holding the sword behind him. Push one leg up towards the gun shaft, and use the force of the gun body to stop the castration. As soon as the left foot hits the ground, it is in the activation mode.

In an instant, he went to Liao Jingfei who had already closed his gun. Liao Jing, who hadn't taken a breath yet, saw Dongzhang holding Jianfei in front of him, and was frightened. Facing Dongzhang, who was less than four steps away from him, Liao Jing had no choice but to move the spear back, use strength in his hand, and point the tip of the spear violently towards Dongzhang's door with the wind.

Facing the menacing spear in the air, Dongzhang turned his head sternly to avoid the whistling spearhead, twisted out a finger-wide blade with his right hand, held the sword handle with his left hand, and shot out with his left hand amidst Liao Jing's terrified expression. The sword passed by, bringing out a touch of bright red.

In the astonished eyes of everyone, Dongzhang shook off the blood stains on the sword with his left hand, pulled a sword flower and put the long sword back into its sheath. Liao Jing pointed the spear to the ground, with an expression of disbelief, with blood gushing out from his chest.

At this moment, Dongzhang had already retracted his sword and stabbed his back obliquely again, walking towards the frightened mustache. At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded behind him:

"Dare to ask the son's name."

Dongzhang paused, and said without looking back, "My name is Dongzhang."

"Just now, I would like to thank you, son, for your mercy, son, Gao Yi, and Liao was convinced of the loss."

Dong Zhang, who still didn't look back, waved his hand: "If you talk too much, your blood will bleed dry. Hurry up and heal your wounds."

Taking a deep look at Dong Zhang who was strolling towards the mustache, Liao Jing turned and left resolutely in the look of the mustache asking for help.

"Hero Liao, save me, I'm paying five times more, save me, no, ten times, don't go, Hero Liao."

No matter how begged or begged by the mustache, Liao Jing was completely unmoved. When he passed by Dongzhang, he nodded his head and strode out of the courtyard.

Looking at the back of Liao Jingyuan, the desperate mustache looked pitifully at the boy who was walking towards him, and smiled flatteringly: "Master, sir, we have something to discuss, let's not hurt others, ahhhh, mother, Help!"

Amidst the hog-killing cry, Dongzhang covered Wu's ears with his left hand, pulled Wu's collar with his right hand, wrapped his right hand around his neck, and said fiercely, "Howling like a ghost!" What! Call me again to chop off your pig's paw!"

As soon as these words took effect, Mustache closed his mouth obediently, and looked at Dongzhang pitifully. Because Dongzhang was holding his neck, he had to cooperate with Dongzhang to shrink his fat body slightly. From a distance, it looks like a fat quail strangled by fate.

Seeing the mustache who was as obedient as a puppy at the moment, Dongzhang snorted angrily: "You are fat, big-eared, thick-backed, looking for your mother even after being beaten, are you ashamed!? Ha! "

Facing Dong Zhang's scolding, under the absolute lust, Bazihu ​​couldn't show any temper at the moment, and he didn't even dare to get angry. Hearing the more or less suffocated laughter of the surrounding crowd, Bazihu ​​could only keep nodding his head He laughed and said yes.

"What's your name."

Carefully looking at Dong Zhang's expression, Bazihu ​​said humblely: "Master Hui, my little name is Dong Haohao."

After hearing the reply, Dongzhang's face sank after being overjoyed: "This name sounds like a good baby, but what about you! What immoral things have you done?"

Seeing Dongzhang's voice gradually getting louder, his mustache became more and more uneasy. Afraid of being beaten suddenly, he could only look pitifully at the old woman standing not far away, and the meaning of asking for help was very obvious.

And when the old woman saw the look in the eyes of the fat son, she started looking up at the sky, scratching her head and muttering to herself, and seeing that her own mother was like this, the old woman was so wronged that her eyes turned red. I was about to cry.

This stunned Dong Zhang, who was preaching on the sidelines, and he couldn't help asking in astonishment: "Fatty, what's wrong with me? Are you going to cry?"

With tears in his eyes, the mustache quickly shook his head.

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The ancient version of Ma Baonan?Giant baby?

The inconceivable Dongzhang tightened his neck tightly, threatening with fierce words: "If you dare to cry, believe it or not, I will beat out all your shit yesterday!"

The obviously frightened mustache quickly wiped his eyes with his sleeves, and then waited for Dongzhang's lecture full of desire for survival.

Nodding his head in satisfaction, Dong Zhang scolded: "That's right, old man, don't you feel disgusted by crying with a chubby face?"

Then under the character mustache, oh no, it was Dong Haohao who nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and pulled him to the opposite side of a group of little girls.

Pointing to one of the timid little girls, he asked, "Your daughter?"

Dong Haohao carefully glanced at the expressionless Dong Zhang from the corner of his eye, and quickly shook his head.

Dong Zhang pointed to another girl and asked, "Your daughter?"

Dong Haohao shook his head again.

"That's this?"

Shaking his head.

"Or this one?"

Shaking his head.

"Then who are you?"

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