"Guru--!"

Although, Li Dasheng saw the charcoal was about to tuck into his mouth.

The whole person broke out, surviving madly.

Began to constantly struggle under Zhang Xiaofan, resist!

However, he struggled and resisted.

In front of Zhang Xiaofan, it was ridiculous like an ant.

He only exerted a little force, choking Li Dasheng's throat.

Then the whole man hugged him and shook it up and down twice in midair.

Let Li Dasheng swallow the burning red charcoal into the stomach.

"Uh-!"

With that piece of charcoal, it entered Li Dasheng's throat.

When I saw Li Dasheng, I heard a heartbreaking scream!

Although this piece of charred charcoal is not in a relatively closed bellows stove of a blacksmith.

The ambient temperature is as high as 500-700 degrees!

However, there is still a high temperature of nearly 100 degrees

The charcoal at such a high temperature burned a big bubble directly in Li Dasheng's throat.

Zhang Xiaofan looked at Li Dasheng, whose limbs were twitching like a fish that had been stung.

Can't help laughing!

With a hard left hand, he threw this Li Dasheng out like a dead dog!

"Dangdang--!"

Li Dasheng's body is under the influence of this great force.

The seats and benches in the dining room were directly bumped into a row.

However, he now has little energy to care about this.

Instead, he squatted on the ground with his mouth wide open.

I kept blowing my hands, snoring, snoring.

It was like a siberian husky, his tongue was falling and his temperature was falling.

"I'm right? You didn't expect all of this!"

Zhang Xiaofan wiped his hands with a tablecloth, and tilted his head toward the squatting Li Dasheng. He sneered.

"Your mom sells lots, little red guy!"

"Lao Tzu wants you today ... ah-!"

Ever since Li Dasheng joined the Jiulong Gang, has he ever suffered such a big loss?

This made him feel a great humiliation.

For so many years, he has never been so humiliated again!

Right now, Li Dasheng's eyes were red.

As soon as he saw it, he grabbed the chair he had hit. Roaring and smashing at Zhang Xiaofan

For the roaring chair, Zhang Xiaofan still sat there.

But his right hand protruded suddenly like lightning.

Before Li Dasheng finished swearing, he screamed again.

And with his screams--

"Click!" A crisp, mellow bone cracked.

And the chair that he had already held high above his head suddenly started the free fall movement.

"Clang!"

He slammed heavily on Li Dasheng's Tianling cover.

Even more exaggerated is Li Dasheng's left hand and arm.

At this point it became like noodles, bending at an extremely weird angle!

It turned out that at the moment.

Zhang Xiaofan shot abruptly, grabbing his left wrist.

Then, like twisting the twist, he twisted his left arm directly by one hundred and ten degrees!

The blood of Yin Hong was accompanied by the stubble of white bone.

Just a drop, a drop.

It dripped on the floor of the restaurant and made a crisp sound.

"I think, 1

You shouldn't have thought of this scene 0 minutes ago, right? "