The volleyball team surrounded the Six Musketeers and Ulik's table, and several grumpy people kicked off the extra stools. The posture is very handsome, that is, after kicking, the feet are hanging in the air and they dare not touch the ground. Look carefully, the corner of the mouth is still smoking.

　　 "Who are you?" One of them is clearly the leader, and may also be their captain.

　　 Six Musketeers didn't care about him, no one even looked at him. Zhuo Yang and De Tu continued to beers, the second brother shook his head and shook his brain to brew something, and the pig continued to meditate, so scared his mouth.

　　Grandpa and Ulik looked at each other affectionately.

　　Jack Bomei can't help it. "Did you just rely on a lot of people just now? Awesome, let me show you another one?"

　　 The tall people cluttered the black clouds and pressed the top of the dark clouds, a strong sense of oppression.

"stand up!"

　　 "Stand up!"

　　 Volleyball players were clamoring, and Bo Mei whispered: "A bunch of short gangsters, how dare you talk now?"

　　 "Talk!"

　　 "Speak quickly!"

　　 The leader spoke again: "Who the **** are you?"

　　Six swordsmen said in unison: "It's your father!"

　　Uric looked at the honest grandmother, and his heart was gone.

　　 "Ah!" Zhuo Yang sighed.

　　 "Ah!" Second brother.

　　 "Ah!" Scar.

　　 "Ah!" De Tu.

　　 "Ah!" Piggy.

　　 "Ah!" Finally, Grandpa Mo, the six swordsmen sighed one by one.

　　 Zhuo Yang said, "Aren't we six too long to be good men and women?"

　　 Grandpa said: "There are too many people who don't understand the rules anymore." Grandpa feels that there are stars flashing beside him.

　　 second brother said: "Rules need people to teach."

　　 Scar said: "Then only his father let us teach."

　　 said: "I haven't been his father for many years. I don't like the cold bed."

　　De Tu said: "It's all a little sloppy, I'm hungry."

　　 Volleyball was so lucky that a dozen of his noses were all crooked, and the leader was furious: "Pretend to fuck..."

　　 Six swordsmen burst into shock. The terrifying momentum made the volleyball players take a step back involuntarily, and the dark clouds above them suddenly dispersed. Grandpa leaned over and kissed deeply on Uric's lips. "Wait for me here, soon."

　　In the world of Ulik, there is no war, only roses are rippling.

　　The scumbag blew his lungs: he was still pretending to die.

"you guys……"

　　'S words didn't fall, Zhuo Yang slapped him with three hands and five primes in his backhand. He followed the heavy gun in his right hand and smashed it on Bomei's neck, making him quickly approach the ground.

　　 The war has begun!

　　Speaking of singles, the Six Musketeers are not a bit better than the volleyball players, letting their opponents lie down in minutes, not to mention Zhuo Yang.

　　 Volleyball players are noble knights, they never fight with barbarians, but in their arrogant inner imagination, they can use their punches to cut the mountain and cut the water, because volleyball can be buckled to the naked eye. Ordinary people will not provoke them. After all, they have long arms and good temperament. Those who are full of food can support them.

　　 Six Musketeers are not full yet, but they are brutal enough.

　　Although the other party is crowded, the average fights one out of three, and the Six Musketeers also get a few fists, but what about that?

　　 Zhuo Yang played five each, using the terrain of the tables, chairs, and benches to kick the five men out of the game.

　　Tu Tu is a thirteen Taibao horizontal trainer, with thick skin and thick meat that can resist beating. He is short and low on the ground. He drills down and picks up people and hits the ground. His three are simply not enough for him to throw.

　　Mongolian is the form of Milan, the golden snake spitting the letter, the white crane winged fairy monkey picking the peach, specializing in the three-way key point, and the damage is spicy.

　　 Little pig fist is a little weaker, but Zhuo Yang and De Tuyun walked away several opponents, and his Wang Ba fist chased a skinny man to cry and howl.

　　Grandpa is a standard boxing rack, with a straight hook and a combination of eyes and eyes. He is also the only one who can match his opponent in height. Uric looked at Grandpa obsessively, no longer stars in his eyes, but red hearts.

　　Six Musketeers soon began to gain the upper hand, and more and more volleyball players were lying on the ground and did not want to get up. A few brothers are playing normally today, and the piglet even played exceptionally well, and he has already started beating the second one.

　　 Only scars are shameful!

　　Six swordsmen, Zhuo Yang is undoubtedly the most powerful when it comes to fighting skills. Next, De Tu and the scars should be between Bo Zhong. The two of them have different styles, but they have fought countless fights on the chaotic streets since they were young. They are very experienced, and they are very good at advancing strengths and avoiding weaknesses.

　　 But today the scar did not show his sharp lower hook and iron knee. Originally, the next two or three things, he was caught in a melee from the beginning, surrounded by opponents and beaten in vain.

With his height, 　　 is surrounded by volleyball players, which is equivalent to the height of people's home.

　　Fist like rain drops, the scar did not know how many times he suffered, and he heard his anger: "It is not allowed to hit the face."

　　 Zhuo Yang intends to kick the eyes out and help the scars, but it is too late and he fails to catch up.

　　 Suddenly, I don’t know how to do it. The scar was lifted by three people, and the volleyball player shouted his horn: One, two...

　　 The scar was thrown out, and it was thrown directly into the bar. There was a lot of scars in it, and the scar was gone.

　　 The bar was frozen in an instant, and both the enemy and the enemy stopped the war to see the bar, where it was silent.

　　 Brothers' eyes are red!

　　 If the scar is hung, his father and mother Vashiba, there are three more...

　　 Scar, how are you?

　　 Scar, can you hear our call?

　　 Scar, do you remember the Fort Mady by the canal water?

　　 Zhuo Yang Xinru knife cut: If the scar is dead, today I will kill.

　　The second liver and intestine are broken: if the scar is good, it is sunny, if the scar is not good, I will hang these people on your grave.

　　 Little pigs tears full of tears: Scar, I will light a torch here to light the way to heaven for you.

　　De Tu Tu eye is split: Scar, I will ask your boss to use a special plane to transport your body home, I know you like it.

　　Grandpa's pain is unwilling to live: You are the eternal pain in my heart~lightnovelpub.net~ Scar, Huangquan Road is not alone, you will never walk alone.

　　Wahiba, who was choosing bags in the St. Conrad fashion shopping mall, suddenly felt a heart-wrenching pain, as if something was moving away from herself.

Is 　　 money?

In a trance, Vashiba remembered the kiss that afternoon 15 years ago.

　　 Brothers, as well as volleyball players, all stared at the bar, still silent inside, and only a few wires sparkled from time to time.

　　Beep

　　Beep

　　 Five swordsmen were heartbroken and they were angry. Today we have to kill people, set fire, hang dead bodies, contact special planes, and sing Liverpool team songs.

　　 Suddenly, a long roar came from the bar.

　　 "Ma"

　　 The five swordsmen's hearts burst into bloom, and the scar came back. The knife was put away, the lighter was blown out, the rope was thrown, the phone hung up and went to your mother's Liverpool.

　　 "Buried for approval!"

　　 shocked the world, aftershocks around the beam.

　　Batch, batch, batch, batch...

　　 The brothers couldn't help cheering: "Scar! Scar! Scar Scar, Scar!"

In the bar, the scars had already floated up, and he saw a rag draped over his head, two electric wires wrapped around his neck, and the end was majestic.

　　 The scars hung higher and higher, and the whole person floated completely in the air.

　　 The brothers said: No, this dog thing is going to skyrocket!