Chapter 978: Everyday Eating Alone

Zhang Heng held the knife, and began to feel unsure.

This shouldn't be the case. He is obviously a player who has not even reached the peak of the four gates of heaven, but I am a player of the four gates of ghosts!

Is there something wrong?

Li Mo saw the clue and came over: "Big Brother, is it okay?"

Zhang Heng said solemnly: "You are right, this Peng Shilong is a bit evil. But it doesn't matter, I haven't used my special skills yet."

Li Mo was excited: "Big Brother, take care of him, you will be the chief bodyguard under Mr. Huo in the future, and you will take me with you in the future."

Zhang Heng snorted: "Why didn't you think of taking care of Big Brother before? You came to me when you encountered trouble and couldn't make it."

Li Mo was a little embarrassed: "I want to stand firm on my own before contacting you, Big Brother."

Zhang Heng said: "Stand away, I'm going to use the Thirteen Styles of the Overlord Sword!"

"Oh! Good!"

Li Mo hurried to greet everyone: "Attention! Attention! It's getting dark! Attention! Attention! It's getting dark! Everyone stand away, my Big Brother's Thirteen Styles of the Overlord Sword is very powerful, don't hurt you!"

Huo Wenxi said loudly: "Little ones, turn on the car lights!"

All the cars backed up and turned on the high beams.

Dozens of high beams shot over, and Long Aotian couldn't open his eyes.

Zhang Heng was the same, of course.

However, in the criss-crossing lights, the figures of the two people seemed a little hazy and dreamy.

Zhang Heng untied the gauze wrapped around the handle of the knife and slowly wrapped it around his wrist: "Forgive my poor eyesight, you are indeed a martial arts master. But... hum, if you think that's all I can do just now, then you are wrong."

Long Aotian put his hands in his pockets and rolled his eyes at him: "If you want to fight, hurry up. I'm so annoyed by your bunch of ancient martial artists pretending to be cool now."

On the other side, Lu Chengwen sat on the roof of the car.

Hua Xuening massaged Lu Chengwen's legs, Zhuge Xiaohua fed Lu Chengwen snacks, Lu Chengwen wore sunglasses, supported his body with his arms behind his back, and was as happy as an old man on vacation.

Huo Wenxi took a look and was so angry!

I am much richer than you! Why are you better at pretending and enjoying than me! ?

But this is pretty cool. I'll get two girls to serve me in the future, and pretend like Lu Chengwen while watching the fight.

Right.

Zhang Heng roared: "Thirteen Styles of the Tyrant Sword! Watch this!"

Long Aotian closed his eyes and rushed out directly, fighting blindly!

Zhang Heng and Long Aotian fought back and forth.

Zhang Heng was almost crazy!

He was a master of the Ghost Four Gates, and he was holding a weapon; the other party was just a senior Tian Four Gates, and he closed his eyes and was unarmed!

If he can't beat him again, he might as well eat shit!

Lu Chengwen and the other two were sitting on the roof of the car and were honest, just watching the show.

Zhao Ritian sat cross-legged on the hood of the car, holding a bucket of popcorn and stuffing it into his mouth. With a mouth full of snacks, he kept pointing and saying:

"Hit him! Oh, hit him! Oh, this stupid! You are so stupid!"

Everyone thought Zhao Ritian was cheering for Long Aotian and was worried about him.

As a result, the guy continued to shout: "If you chop his head, will he be obedient to you?! Chop his lower body! Wrists, ankles, ribs, wherever it hurts, just chop! Oh, this is stupid! And you use a knife!"

Long Aotian turned his head and roared: "Can you shut up! Who are you cheering for!"

Zhao Ritian picked up the red wine glass and shook it: "His weakness is the chrysanthemum! Chrysanthemum! You insert the knife, and then stir it vigorously, and the whole blade is like a screwdriver. Twist it hard--!"

Zhao Ritian gritted his teeth.

Zhang Heng couldn't stand it anymore: "Stop talking! I'll chop wherever I want!"

Zhao Ritian took a sip of wine: "You have to find a way to get behind him! When he sticks his butt up, the long knife goes straight in! The anus is open! Oh my god, you're still beating Long Aotian like this, go home and eat shit, I'm so anxious."

Zhang Heng couldn't stand it anymore: "Peng Shilong, wait a minute."

Long Aotian opened his eyes and said angrily: "I'll wait for your mother!"

Zhang Heng said: "Aren't you annoyed with that kid?"

Long Aotian said: "I'll cripple you first, then cripple him!"

Zhao Ritian shook his head: "Thank goodness you still have a knife in your hand. If you don't have a knife, he can beat you like a dog if he opens the King and the God. Alas, there's nothing I can do."

Zhao Ritian turned around and said to Lu Chengwen: "This guy has no brains."

Lu Chengwen smiled and raised the wine glass to salute him. The two of them clinked glasses in the air and drank with a playful smile.

Zhang Heng fought with Long Aotian for a long time, forced Long Aotian to retreat, and pointed a single sword at Zhao Ritian: "Little arm bastard, you are too talkative! I will be the first to chop you to death in a while!"

"What!?"

Zhao Ritian carefully placed the wine glass on the tray on the hood of the car, and jumped up: "Who the hell are you scolding!? You scold me again!"

Long Aotian was almost angry: "What are you doing!? We are dueling!"

Zhao Ritian said: "Don't try this! Impotence Dragon, you are too arrogant, right? You are fighting a master of the four gates of ghosts, and you are reluctant to use Wang Ba Anti-God. Are you dueling? You are using him to test your strength growth after the promotion, and to test and score your own strength! Do you think I don't know you? You bastard, hang your head!"

Long Aotian thought to himself, you are so confused about other things, but when it comes to fighting, you can't hide anything from you.

Zhao Ritian said: "He just scolded me, and he is going to die."

Long Aotian walked up to Zhao Ritian and whispered, "Don't fight too hard or you'll die. Enjoy it slowly."

Zhao Ritian nodded and high-fived Long Aotian.

Long Aotian walked back, and Lu Chengwen smiled and said, "Xiaohua, pour a glass of wine for the senior brother."

"Yes, Master."

Zhuge Xiaohua quickly poured a glass of wine, and Long Aotian took it and drank it all. Zhuge Xiaohua continued to pour for him.

Lu Chengwen said, "Are you enjoying it?"

"Yeah." Long Aotian said, "It's been a long time since I've had such a smooth fight. It's strange. This feeling makes me enjoy it very much."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Ritian roared from behind, "Fuck you!"

Bang!

Zhang Heng was originally very angry. This Zhao Ritian was too talkative and annoying.

He was furious and furious, and I was angry!

I just thought that I would go all out and kill this talkative little black guy!

As a result...he was killed.

Three moves, just three moves!

Zhao Ritian is not a calm player like Long Aotian who is in the mood to slowly test you, give in to you, and squeeze you little by little to make you use all your skills.

Zhao Ritian's fighting is all about passion!

It's burning! It's boiling! It's the real dragon secret of a man!

After three moves, Zhao Ritian seized an opportunity and kicked Zhang Heng backwards, hitting the front of a car.

The front of the car was deformed!

The people around were shocked and retreated.

Before Zhang Heng could stand up straight, Zhao Ritian grabbed his hair and dragged him back to the center of the "stage" and started beating him.

Everyone was stunned.

Long Aotian stomped his feet: "You bastard! You eat alone!"

After saying that, he put down the wine glass and rushed over!