"General, I want it."

Cough, Zhang Xiu swallowed hard. Such a beauty said lazy and charmingly, even a gentleman like him couldn't stand it?

Feeling the softness of the five fingers and looking at the beautiful woman in red, Zhang Xiu was almost crying. Isn’t this torture?

I'm having fun this big night.

"Huh!" Zhang Xiu let out a heavy sigh, his expression was much clearer, and he bent down and picked up Fan by the waist and put it on the festive bed.

Looking at the intoxicated beauty, Zhang Xiu frowned slightly and suppressed the heat in his heart. At this time, he was not allowed to love men and women.

He has to solve this group of dogs first!

Thinking of it, his mind moved slightly, and an electric baton appeared beside Fan.

At the same time, Zhao Lin, who was lying on the table, had his mouth raised at this moment, and he watched Zhang Xiu take Fan away by the waist.

Although it was a pity, Zhang Xiu would definitely not escape death this time.

At that time, he will be at his fingertips in Jingxiang, and will he not be favored by all the beauties in the world?

Thinking of this, Zhao Lin laughed sinisterly and wanted to change his posture to watch Zhang Xiu and Fan perform with the intention of drinking. With a crackling sound, his whole body stiffened and his hands and feet trembled disobediently.

Then he tightened his mouth and nose, and a big hand tightly covered his mouth and nose from behind.

The candle was swaying, and the side face appeared in his sight. There was no drunkenness on his face, but it was a little teasing.

I saw Zhang Xiu reaching his ear, his voice was cold and cold, "Dog guy, there are many swords and axes hidden outside the house, right?"

"Um, wuwu!" Zhao Lin struggled tremblingly, panicking in his heart. Zhang Xiu obviously noticed it. He probably would have slaughtered himself with one knife.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you."

Zhang Xiu's voice was very light, slow, but very cold.

Zhao Lin would not believe him, he struggled desperately.

But his body didn't have enough strength to raise his arm and wanted to grab the cup. As long as he threw the cup off, even if he died, Zhang Xiu would follow him to bury him.

But his arms were stiff and trembling, but the distance was as if it was thousands of miles apart.

Zhang Xiu looked at his movements and understood them. He thought it was an old-fashioned cup-smashing.

"Don't waste your energy. I said, I won't kill you, but someone will kill you." Zhang Xiu sneered, and then his hand knife hit the back of his head.

Zhao Lin's eyes suddenly became dull and he fainted.

Zhang Xiu's eyes were cold. He originally wanted to cut this guy with one knife, but after thinking about it, it seemed that it would be better to use a knife to kill someone.

He picked up the tea that had been put on the medicine on one side, poured Zhao Lin several times, then stripped his clothes, tied him up, and stuffed his cloth socks into his mouth.

After doing this, Zhang Xiu looked at Fan on the bed, then picked him up and placed him on the table.

The latter's cheeks were red at this time and he was already burning with fire. The red suit was torn apart by himself, revealing the fair skin inside and the majestic...

"This dress is so big, oh, this dress is so round!" Zhang Xiu swallowed, thinking almost instinctively.

Shaking his head, Zhang Xiu pulled out his palm and threw the naked Zhao Lin on the bed, covering his carefully prepared red quilt, revealing only his hair.

At the same time, Zhang Xiu also stuffed some pillows into the quilt on his side so that the quilt would not appear too narrow.

After doing this, Zhang Xiu breathed a sigh of relief. If he had known it would be so troublesome, he would have stabbed him to death with one knife. Thinking of him, he carried Fan.

Feeling the soft things on his shoulders, Zhang Xiu felt uncomfortable, and his steps were slower, and he enjoyed the feeling of being squeezing.

But you have to work hard and finish the work.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiu put the intoxicated Fan on the ground in the corner. The latter's red costume was torn apart, almost covering his chest. The three-fingered gourd made Zhang Xiu unable to open his eyes.

Damn, it's a life!

Finally, Zhang Xiu moved a stool and sat on the side of Fan's family, looking down from a high place, and holding the sword without looking sideways.

at the same time,

Nearly a hundred swords and axes were waiting on both sides of the house.

Zhao Fan held a machete and frowned slightly at the wing room. They were waiting for Zhao Lin's message. However, not long after Zhang Xiu had just entered, I thought it would not end so soon.

And at this moment, a crisp sound rang out, as if it was the sound of tea cups breaking.

Zhao Fan was stunned. He was so quick to get the gun in his arms? Unexpectedly, Zhang Xiu's pussy looked quite strong, and it turned out to be a silver gun wax head, and he couldn't help but scold him in his heart.

At the same time, wind was blowing under his feet, and the sword and axe hand followed closely behind him.

Bang!

The subordinate kicked open the door.

Zhao Fan waved his sword, and several people rushed up behind him, ignoring Zhang Xiu, who was sitting at the table and bowing his head, ran to the bed together.

Seeing the man sleeping soundly on the bed, everyone showed ferocious faces, holding swords in their hands, and stabbed them on the red bedding one after another.

He slashed dozens of times in a row. At first, there was still movement inside, but later the bedding was stabbed into a mess. The people inside thought they had been killed by random knives.

"Haha, Zhang Xiu, Zhang Xiu, I didn't expect you to be today." Zhao Fan sneered, ignored Zhang Xiu with red flowers, and went forward to lift the bedding.

Suddenly, his pupils suddenly opened.

There was only one person in the bedding. The man was tied with his hands and feet. At this time, he was already covered in blood, but the outline was obviously his elder brother Zhao Lin.

"Excellent, it's not in vain that I'm useless to kill my brother with my hand." Zhang Xiu slowly raised his head next to the table and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Fan's body trembled, that sound...is it Zhang Xiu?

He suddenly turned around and looked at Zhang Xiu with red flowers. His body trembled, and his eyes were even red and filled with blood.

Zhang Fan took a deep breath, tried his best to calm himself, and shouted, "Zhang Xiu, do you think you can leave today? Your personal guards have long been sent by me."

"Oh~, is that?" Zhang Xiu said with a smile.

"Hmph, do it!" Zhao Fan was shocked, and Zhang Xiu was really calm.

As he finished speaking, screams came from outside the wing room. In just a moment, dozens of swords and axes killed him and crossbows. The rest looked at the night around him in panic.

"Damn it, hurry up, kill him!" Zhao Fan was anxious. Zhang Xiu was obviously prepared, but they didn't notice it.

Several swordsman looked at each other, then shouted and rushed to Zhang Xiu.

"Hehe," Zhang Xiu chuckled indifferently.

The roof of the room was shattered with a bang, and the crossbow shot down.

The few people who rushed up died immediately in front of Zhang Xiu, and blood whimpered from the corners of his mouth. He stared at Zhang Xiu with wide eyes and died immediately.

"Gudu!" Zhao Fan swallowed, looked at the few people left beside him, and shouted in panic: "Come on me, kill him quickly!"

The few people behind him looked frightened, threw their swords and turned around and fled.

However, as soon as he left the wing room, dozens of crossbow arrows shot towards him, and several people died tragically at the door.
Chapter completed!