As a master of lion roaring skills, she is not afraid of anyone in quarrels or competitions of voices.

Even in the face of being besieged by all the neighbors, the words "Rebel" were so shocking that everyone's eardrums hurt and they didn't dare to fart.

The neighbors were frightened by the charterer, but Xinghegu was not afraid.

If you want to join the Ax Gang, you have to kill people. In the opinion of the two of them, yesterday's scene was just because these bastard neighbors were ignorant and caused a chain reaction in the future.

I'm blackmailing you, please cooperate and resist.

There is also the fat woman who screams like a pig. If she hadn't whipped herself with her slippers, she wouldn't have had to pretend to be a wolf with a big tail. She accidentally summoned the real Ax Gang and made things worse.

Since you have decided to kill people, let's start with the housewife you hate the most.

Calling Gu aside, Xing decided to teach him a lesson and perform a knife-throwing stunt.

Aiming at the charterer, the flying knife decisively struck.

bite!!!

The flying knife hit the wall, rebounded, and was accurately inserted into his shoulder.

"Gu, come here."

If you are injured, don't show off. Xing decisively calls back his comrades.

Gu is very talented, he aims and takes action.

The flying knife was stably inserted into Xing's other shoulder at a tricky angle.

As the old saying goes, when a crouching dragon appears, there must be a phoenix chick within ten steps.

"You can try to move forward a little bit and aim a little bit more." As the Nth generation descendant of Xiao Li Feidao, Xing gave a suggestion.

"good."

I have always followed the fate of the stars, so I humbly accepted the proposal and took a few steps forward.

Taking aim, he swung his arms, and while the flying knife was inserted into the arm of the star behind him, the handle of the knife was thrown out steadily, hitting the charterer's plump face accurately.

The force was so great that it stuck tightly to the charterer's face.

Hitting someone is like hanging a painting or putting the handle of a knife against the face. It should be based on the same principle.

Her plump face was burning and painful, and the charterer suddenly became angry and cursed in the distance: "Who threw the knife handle?"

There is a quarrel, everyone is talking, you are playing a sneak attack, does it matter if you don't practice martial arts?
Chapter completed!