Golden Greenery

The volleyball team surrounded the table where the Six Musketeers and Ulrik were sitting, and a few grumpy people even kicked away the extra stools. The posture is very handsome, but after kicking, the feet are hanging in the air and dare not touch the ground. If you look carefully, the corners of the mouth are still twitching.

"Who are you?" One of them was obviously the leader, possibly their captain.

No one among the Six Musketeers paid attention to him, no one even looked at him. Zhuoyang and Detu continued to drink beer, the second brother shook his head and brewed something, Xiaozhu continued to pretend to be deep in thought, and Scarba chirped.

Grandpa and Ulrik looked at each other affectionately.

Scumbag Bomei couldn't help it anymore. "Didn't you just take advantage of the large number of people? You are so awesome. Let me see if you are even more awesome?"

The tall crowds of people were covered with dark clouds, creating a strong sense of oppression.

"stand up!"

"Everyone stand up!"

The volleyball players were shouting, and Bomei raised his voice: "You guys, why don't you dare to speak now?"

"say!"

"Speak quickly!"

The leader spoke again: "Who are you?"

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

When Ulik looked at the honest Grandpa Mo, his heart almost melted.

"Alas!" Zhuo Yang sighed.

"Alas!" Second brother.

"Alas!" Scar said.

"Alas!" Detu said.

"Alas!" said the little pig.

"Alas!" Finally, Grandpa Mo and the six swordsmen sighed.

Zhuo Yang said: "Have the six of us been good men and women for too long?"

Grandpa said: "Too many people no longer understand the rules." Grandpa felt that there were stars twinkling next to him.

The second brother said: "Rules need to be taught."

Scar said: "Only his father and we can teach him."

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

Detu said: "Be quick, I'm hungry."

The volleyball players were so angry that more than a dozen noses were crooked, and the leader was furious: "Pretend to be..."

The Six Musketeers burst into action, and the terrifying momentum made the volleyball players take a step back involuntarily, and the dark clouds above their heads suddenly dispersed. Grandpa leaned over and kissed Ulrik deeply directly on the lips. "Wait for me here, soon."

In Ulic's world, there is no war, only roses rippling.

The scumbag Bo Mei was furious: He was still showing off even when he was about to die.

"you……"

Before he finished speaking, Zhuo Yang slapped him with a backhand, then hit Bo Mei on the neck with a heavy right hand, causing him to quickly get close to the ground.

The war has begun!

When it comes to fighting alone, the Six Musketeers are not even a bit better than the volleyball players. They can make their opponents lie down in minutes, not to mention Zhuo Yang, a big killer.

Volleyball players are noble knights. They never fight with barbarians, but in their arrogant inner imagination, they can split mountains and water with just one punch, because they can dunk volleyballs so hard that they can't be seen with the naked eye. Ordinary people would not provoke them. After all, they were tall, long-armed, and had a formidable temperament. Anyone who had eaten enough would be able to fight them.

The Six Musketeers were not full yet, but they were savage enough.

Although there are many people on the other side,

On average, three of them hit one, and the Six Musketeers received a few punches, but so what.

Zhuoyang beat five of them one by one, using the terrain of tables, chairs and benches to kick the five of them into retreat.

Detu was a trained member of the Thirteenth Taibao. He had rough skin and thick flesh that could withstand beatings. He was low in stature and had a short body. He would get in and pick someone up before smashing them to the ground. The three of them were simply not enough for him to throw.

Meng Er is the shape and meaning of Milan. The golden snake spits out letters and whizzes, the white crane spreads its wings and the fairy monkey picks peaches. It specializes in the key points of the lower three roads and is sinister and vicious.

Xiaozhu's fists were weaker, but he was defeated by Zhuo Yang and De Tuyun. His tortoise punch chased a thin man and beat him until he howled like a ghost.

Grandpa, on the other hand, has a standard boxing frame, with precise combinations of straight hooks and swings. He is also the only one who can match his opponent in terms of height. Ulic looked at his grandfather infatuatedly, his eyes no longer had stars, but red hearts.

The Six Musketeers soon began to gain the upper hand, and more and more volleyball players were lying on the ground not wanting to get up. The brothers performed normally today, and Xiaozhu even performed beyond normal. He has already started to beat the second one.

Only Scar is embarrassed!

When it comes to fighting skills among the six swordsmen, Zhuo Yang is undoubtedly the most powerful. Next, De Tu and Dao Scar should be between equals. The two of them have different styles, but they both have fought countless fights in the chaotic streets since they were young. They are very experienced and are good at using their strengths and avoiding their weaknesses.

But Scar didn't use his sharp underhook and iron knee today. What was supposed to be two or three strikes one at a time, but he was caught in a melee from the beginning, surrounded by his opponents and beaten into chaos.

With his height, being surrounded by volleyball players is equivalent to being condescending.

The fists fell like raindrops, and Scar didn't know how many times he got hit. He even heard him yelling: "No slaps in the face."

Zhuo Yang planned to knock down the people in front of him and go to help Scar, but it was too late and he couldn't catch up.

Suddenly, I don’t know how, Scar was lifted up by three people, and the volleyball players shouted: one, two...

Scar was thrown out and directly into the bar. There was a commotion inside and Scar was gone.

The bar was frozen for an instant. Both the enemy and us stopped fighting to look at the bar. There was silence inside.

Brothers' eyes are red!

If Scar dies, his parents, I, Washiba, and their three children...

Scar, are you okay?

Scar, can you hear our call?

Scar, do you remember Fort Madi by the canal?

Zhuo Yang felt like his heart was being cut by a knife: If the scar is like death, I will kill someone today.

Meng Er's liver and intestines are broken: If the scar is good, it will be a sunny day; if the scar is not good, I will hang all these people on your grave.

The little pig burst into tears: Scar, I will light this place with a fire to light the way to heaven for you.

Detu's eyes were about to burst: Scar, I will ask your boss to use a special plane to transport your body home. I know you like it.

Grandpa was in pain: You are the eternal pain in my heart, scar, you will never be alone on the road to hell, you will never walk alone.

Wahiba, who was selecting bags in the San Conrado Fashion Mall, suddenly felt a palpitation in her heart, as if something was moving away from her.

Is it money?

In a daze, Washiba remembered the kiss that afternoon 15 years ago.

The brothers, as well as the volleyball players, all stared blankly at the bar. It was still quiet inside, with only a few sparks from wires shining from time to time.

Beep

Beep

The Five Musketeers were heartbroken and angry. Today we have to kill people, set fires, hang bodies, contact special planes, and sing the Liverpool team anthem.

Suddenly, a long roar came from the bar.

"numb"

The Five Musketeers were elated, Scar was back. Knives put away, lighters blown out, rope thrown away, phone hung up, fuck you Liverpool.

"Bury batch!"

The sound shook the world, and the lingering sound lingered around the beams.

Batch, batch, batch, batch...

The brothers couldn't help but cheer: "Scar! Scar! Scar, scar, scar!"

In the bar, Scar has floated up, with a rag hanging on his head and two wires wrapped around his neck, looking majestic.

Scar hung higher and higher, completely floating in the air.

The brothers said in their hearts: No, this piece of shit is going to ascend in the daytime!