Zhui Xu

Chapter 75 is like a tiger (2)

Riverside suburbs of Jiangning City, houseboats.

\"Shoot."

\"Let him open"

\"射啊"

\"You will die very badly"

\"Who are you, why are you kidding me?"

\"Jiro his mother--"

\"..."

\"what have you done"

\"Retreat."

The dim boathouse corridor, no lights, the kitchen's subtle flares and the light of the living room's oil lamps are slightly rendered at both ends, like a suffocating confrontation atmosphere, giants, bows, sharp knives, blood, like a dying hostage, water flowing from the feet. past. The giant man was sulking with anger, and his suffocation was completely suppressed. Relatively speaking, the figure of a few meters away was not proportional to him, but the hand only held the sharp knife quietly. On the throat.

When the anger and threat of the giant man passed, the voice of the response passed directly. The voice was not fierce, and it was not contemptuous. It was short, quiet and calm, like a pillar set in the rapids. When I saw it, it seemed to be swept away by the water, but the next moment, the water splashed, but it still did not change at all [Dayzhu changed]. Almost every moment when the words of the giant man fell, the response came immediately. There was no hesitation and drooping. For a time, the anger of the giant man was pressed back.

The figure took a deep breath, gnashing his teeth, and wording: "You put them... what happened."

\"you guess."

\"what happened--"

The roar was deafening, but the response was also passed down in this sound, quiet and swift: "If you like, guess more."

The giant's teeth trembled and looked at the figure, as if to take the other person's life and swallow it, and then took a deep breath and finally stepped back.

\"I looked away..."

\"This is very good." The road that can go out is only in the living room. Ning Yi looked at the step and replied coldly, pushing the swaying hostage forward and then stepping forward again. ......

\"If they are fine, they have to talk."

\"it is good."

\"No death."

\"it is good."

\"...other I will swear to kill you quan"

\"it is good."

\"I will peel off your skin, so you can't die."

\"it is good."

\"宁毅宁立恒"

A few steps away from the district, a few conversations, and casual and perfunctory answers, the giant man has already reached the door of the living room, and the light shines on his side. With the anger, his expression is twisted like a convulsion. Obviously, I feel extreme anger for such an answer. If it is normal, these scholars will be timid when they meet him on the road.

After the hostage, he was only cautiously showing only one eye and looking at the scholar in front. At this time, he turned his head and his eyes looked cold and cold. However, after a while, he knew that the other party was not because he had pulled out. What the name means, the look at him, then said a word: \"...Continue to retreat, continue to speak, don't stop. Next."

Yang Yi slowly turned over and retreated from the threshold of the living room and the corridor.

The pea-like lights swayed in the living room, covering his huge black shadow to the door, and just beside the door, Yang Heng was hiding there with a steel knife, and exchanged a look with him who was still retreating. From the beginning of the first sentence, he did not rush into the passage, but stood by the door to prepare for the strain. In the corridor, Ning Yi looked at the change of the shadow, pushing the hostages still moving forward. At this point, you can't see each other.

\"Who is looking for you?"

\"The line has rules"

Yang Yi took the bow back and kicked a stool.

\"You must not run away"

\"Ok."

\"Here is outside the city, no one will come to save you."

\"Oh."

\"Leave this room, you are still dead"

\"it is good."

\"I admit to look away, but you are just a scholar, you will be afraid to take a wrong step... you will die"

Ning Yi's figure appeared on the doorway, watching him coldly, turning the hostage in one direction. Yang Yi shook his head.

\"I Yang Yi can recognize the plant as long as you leave me Yang Jiayou, everything has to talk."

The lights were dim, and the room seemed to be darker because of the confrontation. The Yang slanted against the wall at the door, the steel knife was holding, and the eyes were alert. Next, Ning Yi wants to push the hostages forward. The sharp knife is still standing. He quietly looks at the hand holding the knife.

At the far side of the table, Yang Yi’s expression slowed down: “I’m a fan of Yang’s words.”

Stepping in, the slight change (Tianzhuchang) tone suddenly rang: \"How to talk?"

It was also at this moment that the confrontational atmosphere seemed to have fallen to a minimum. On the wall side, Yang Heng’s left hand and five fingers moved gently, and he was slightly ready to go up. In the next moment, the sound of the violent drink suddenly pulled up.

\"Look at the bar -"

\"Be careful--"

The atmosphere of a slightly lower one was pulled up to the apex in an instant. This is the first time that a scholar named Ning Yi has heard the sound. The shadows of the lights are shaking, the shadows are shaking, the wind is whistling, and the shadows are rushing toward Yang Heng. Yang Heng The knife was lifted and the straw rope was broken in the air.

The crock was spinning and dancing, and Yang Heng pulled closer. He subconsciously lifted his elbow.

Boom -

\"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

\"you--"

\"shoot ah-"

\"I'm going to kill you--"

\"You are dead, you are dead"

\"Toggle trigger pull trigger trigger -"

The dim light, the room, the fragments of the earthen jars banged in the darkness, and the oil rushed to the upper body of Yang Heng. For a long time, the pain echoed with the burning sound of Yang Zi. Yang Yi immediately raised the bow and angered. There was no sign of relaxation in the drinking room. It was almost immediately rushed over. Ning Yi pushed the hostage into the room a few steps, then pulled the person back to the corner.

The sound of the three people in the whole room was sounded into one piece. Yang Heng’s elbow and the upper body blocked a lot of oil, and did not directly hit him on the head, but one eye was still affected. This is summer, he wears It was only a single coat. At this time, half of the body was wet with the oil. In the scream, the knife smashed a stool next to it, and the mouth could still sip out, and the face was blistered. As the monster looked like it seemed to be coming up at any time, Yang Yi shook his head hard there.

\"I don't believe you will let him now-"

\"He dare not kill Dalang, he dare not kill Dalang"

\"Come, give it a try, why not pull the trigger"

\"I won't let you go out."

\"Slay him"

\"Come, no matter what I am, as long as there is a problem, this knife will cut off his neck for the first time..."

\"You can't get out of this door today"

\"Block the door"

\"His trachea will be torn open, blood will flow out of his throat, more foam, your son will certainly feel pain, then he will not be able to breathe himself..."

\"He died, you will die..."

\"I cut your hand--"

\"I don't know what it feels like to breathe? Imagine imagine, like a fish that leaves the water, he will twitch all over his body, his hands and feet will move, his neck has been cut, he may still use his hands to lick Then there will be more blood and more blood on his hands, until he has no feeling at all. You may be able to drink a cup of tea slowly in the process."

\"You will definitely die more than him."

\"But he is your son"

The three people in the room are like the three end points of the confrontation, occasionally moving and keeping the distance. The language of each other is extremely fast. Yang Yi held the bow and blocked the tone of the door. It seemed to be firm. The bow swayed and tried to align with the key points of Ning Yi. The face of Yang Heng was fierce and fierce. Ning Yi spoke quietly and quickly, staring at the two giants in the room. Han, in the anger, Yang Heng even made a fuss, Ning Yi slightly adjusted the direction, he retreated back.

\"I will not tell you the conditions again, you will not let my son"

\"He never dares to do it."

\"You move me and move"

\"Nobody wants to go out today."

\"Looking at me for a long time or your son stayed for a long time..."

\"Ah--"

Yang Heng suddenly screamed, and the knife seemed to be rushing up. Ning Yi took the left hand brush in the back and took out the same thing. The ignition star swayed in the room: "Come on" It was a fire brought out from the kitchen. Folding. Yang Hengmian witnessed, stopped the pace, shouted in the mouth: \"Throwing"

\"I will of course throw it."

\"Throw it over"

\"There is a kind of you..."

Yang Hengchong took a step, and Ning Yi waved his hand. He suddenly stopped and retreated toward the rear. However, the fire-fighting son did not really throw it out. It was repeated several times. This tower-like giant seems to be out of the way and constantly trying. Chao Ningyi is close. He also decided that at the last juncture, Ning Yi would not dare to kill the hostages, creating chaos and flaws. Ning Yi’s right hand holding knife and the hostages were also shifting positions. Not far away, Yang Yi was holding a bow and vigilant, at a certain moment, Yang Heng Yang Yang exchanged a look, Yang Heng suddenly threw it out.

The room was so nervous that the three people were tense. Ning Yi waved his hand, Yang Heng shifted again, and then it was a big drink. Yang Heng and Yang Yi staggered each other's positions. And out, Yang Yang flew past.

Over there, Yang Yi’s degree was faster. He kicked a stool and kicked the fire. Yang Heng then rushed over without reservation. Ning Yi grabbed the backhand and grabbed the oil lamp on the side pillar. The next moment, the oil lamp did not pull, and the lamp was actually nailed to the pillar. Yang Heng approached the shot and grabbed the sharp knife resting on the neck of the donkey. Yang Yi kicked the stool that blocked the road, and at the same time forced closer

Ning Yi’s left-hand brush was put into the oil lamp, and the kerosene was splashed out.

In the room for a moment, Yang Heng’s left hand grabbed the sharp knife and pulled it hard. The next moment, the dark fire lit up between Ning Yi and Yang Heng.

Boom -

The flame rises and blooms in two directions

At this moment, Ning Yi lit the other's body with the wick and kerosene, and at the same time, ignited his left hand.

In the raging fire, Yang Heng’s screams, the hand still pulled the sharp knife away from the neck of the scorpion, Ning Yi forced the knife, the blood light picked up in the fire, the other side, Yang Yi approached, Reaching out his hand and smashing the bow, Ning Yi let go of the hostage, rushing to the side, slashing straight to Yang Heng's head.

\"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

\"Ah ah--"

\"what--"

The arrow flew past Ning Yi, Yang Heng body ignited the scream of the flame, Yang Yi shouted, Ning Yi struggling to sing the sound of the knife together, the figure intertwined in this moment, the flames raging wildly. Yang Yi looked at the opportunity and grabbed his son's shoulder and pushed it to the side. When he tried to catch Ning Yi, he rushed to the air. Ning Yi was originally in the direction of Yang Hengchong, but with him. When the son rushed out together, he couldn’t react for a while. He watched the flames on his brother’s body, and a sharp knife was embedded in his head. When he chased Ning Yi and his son, it was only between the two. I even tied a rope.

The scholar who was covered in blood almost pushed his son to the other side of the room. Then he turned and the right hand pulled a piece of iron from the back and reached the throat of his son again. His eyes looked over here.

Yang crossed back a few steps and crashed into the ground in the flames. The flame is not a fatal injury. If you rush out and jump into the river, it will not be fatal, but Ning Yi stunned him suddenly and slashed, and he couldn't help but slash a knife on his head, but it was fatal.

Everyone is calculating, Yang Yang Yang Yi reveals a little flaw, Yin Ning Yi will throw the fire to the hand, if Ning Yi did not go to the oil lamp, I am afraid it will not be thrown out so easily ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ this room After all, it was the Yang brothers. The oil lamps were fixed. They knew that the scholars did not know. Yang Heng took the risk of committing himself, but he was stunned by the hesitation of this moment. Who knows that the scholar’s ​​reaction in a moment can be fierce to such an extent, directly igniting his own hand to point to the other side.

At the end of the room, he still took the hostage in front of him, and his left hand originally held the other's chest. At this time, the flame was still burning, and when Yang Feng turned his head in anger, he also coldly and with each other. Looking at it, the burning left hand patted the hostage a few times, then patted on himself, and the kerosene touched his arm and wrist, which could not be extinguished anyway. Yang Yi watched his hand wave in the air, then suddenly clenched into a fist, and his backhand swung his hand.

A bang.

The rear was originally a black tiled jar. The jar was big and the altar was burned very thick. I didn’t know how much strength it had. It broke the jar and it was estimated that the hand had cracked or even fractured. . The wine rushed out of the air. He smothered the left arm in the wine and sizzled. The whole hand was shaking slightly. It looked like it was gone.

However, the cold-looking eyes and the iron-handed right hand on the throat of the son did not move. It was just a frowning brow, and it was slightly twitched several times...

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