Chapter 337: Fan flying
Hearing Huang Mao's roar, there was a moment of wailing under the steps.
Following the sound, Huang Mao walked down the steps directly.
Then he suddenly found the dog legs he had brought.
They are all on their feet now.
Like captives, they were taken together.
Everyone grinned, his face swollen like a pig's head. The body is also covered with large swaths of bruises!
"This ... what the **** is going on?"
When Huang Mao saw this scene, he was not calm anymore!
He turned his head mechanically, and looked at Zhang Xiaofan with horror.
I swallowed a hard saliva, and shouted inwardly.
"Okay, little red guy!"
"Wait for Lao Tzu, wait for me to find people. See if I will not cut you!"
His Majesty's words, Huang Mao's head narrowed, his waist bent.
Just want to wipe the soles of your feet and leave this wrong place.
However, in his eyes--
Huang Mao's oiling action on the soles of the feet was incredible slow!
That feeling is like the slow motion in that movie. ,
Suddenly, Zhang Xiaofan poked out his right hand.
Extremely precise, directly pinched Huang Mao's neck.
With a hard wrist, he lifted him up like a chicken.
"Ah ... hurt ... hurt ... help, help ..."
"To ... to kill ... to kill ... to call the police!"
Huang Mao looked at himself, but his toes were directly off the ground.
I don't care about shouting at the moment. Directly yelling at the throat began to horrify.
"Leave you—!"
Zhang Xiaofan grinned and let go.
Huang Mao suddenly landed, but he hadn't waited for him to land.
It felt like there was a strong push from the bottom!
Then he was like a football, and was kicked out by Zhang Xiaofan.
Coincidentally, he landed exactly on the steps of the cinema.
There were corners unwrapped by the stall, and he just sat on it.
"Ahhhhh!"
Huang Mao bounced off the ground, covering his buttocks.
There was a scream of cuckoo in his mouth!
This scream was really sad for the viewer, and the listener cried!
"Bàojú!"
Zhang Xiaofan glanced at the step, and there was a spot of bright blood on the corners.
This made him, too, could not help but shudder.
"Brother Huang Mao, the big deal is bad."
"You ... your chrysanthemum is bleeding!"
The younger brothers pointed at Huang Mao's buttocks and said in a terrifying tone.
Huang Mao touched his **** and saw his blood.
His eyes are red!
"Uh, uh, uh ..."
"It looks like I played better than the striker of the national football team!"
After Zhang Xiaofan groaned, he saw that Huang Mao was using a cannibalistic look!
Stare at yourself!
"Little red guy, I'm going to kill you today!"
Because of the chrysanthemum area, the hot pain came.
This anger directly defeated Huang Mao's fear of Zhang Xiaofan.
I saw him pull out a spring knife directly from his waist.
After waving twice, he growled and rushed to Zhang Xiaofan.
"Why, why not?"
Zhang Xiaofan shook his head and sighed, raised his left hand, and slapped it in the palm.
"Snapped--!"
Accompanied by a clear and pleasing slapping sound, Huang Mao himself once again drawn a beautiful parabola in the air.
