"What? Fart! ”

Brother Meng really didn't believe it, and slapped the man in the face, and the man immediately bled from his mouth and nose.

"Hahahaha~" Hei Mu laughed, only he was the happiest here.

Brother Meng had to turn to the black mother and asked angrily: "Black fat man, what are you laughing at?" Maybe the old man has been broken to pieces, and you can still laugh? ”

Hei Mule said: "I don't think that's the case, right? My master didn't ask the wind to blow away, but to let a fluffy demon seed who looked like Pikachu's twin brother save him. ”

"Huh? Pikachu? Where's that opponent?! Brother Meng was furious, and his mind was dizzy.

The black mother knew that she was carried away, and sighed: "Hey, what are you doing with the stubble of the source earth?" As long as the old master is safe, I will have no worries and be able to deal with this annoying brother well! ”

I was thinking about how to get rid of the rope, but there was a sound of gongs and drums in my ears, which was quite loud, and it was definitely not an ordinary person's travel.

Hei Mu listened attentively, and when she thought about it, she secretly shouted "not good", it seems that it is the helmsman of Jin Shengtang, Hong Wei has arrived!

Brother Meng failed to catch people, let go of the old master at the last moment, and also lost the treasure ring ruler, seeing the credit of the hand chicken flying eggs, how is this good?

He also heard the movement outside the city tower, guessed that it was Hong Wei coming, and was even more frightened. Obviously, he can make great contributions, and he no longer has to worry about the loss of his head, how did it evolve like this?

Brother Meng racked his brains and thought hard, and finally set his vicious gaze on the black mother.

As soon as the steel knife slashed the old master's rope just now, Brother Meng immediately activated the backup mechanism, and pulled the broken point with the rope that had been idle and repaired, so as to ensure that the entire rope mechanism was not scrapped, and the black mother was also firmly hung, and the kid couldn't escape!

"Hmph, dead black fat man, you think you can play dead old man with your little carving insect skills alone, right? Then let's ride a donkey and read the record book and see, to see who dies the worst in the end! ”

Brother Meng smiled viciously like a devil, and actually took out a box of sleeve arrows from his pocket.

"Oh, this guy really has a ranged attack weapon!"

The Black Mother was originally quite proud, but she was dumbfounded when she saw the Hidden Arrow. He had never tried this kind of cold weapon used by the ancients, but he knew that in the era when there were no high-end heavy weapons like missiles and rockets, he could be regarded as the best among weapons, and there were far more people who died from the attackers with hidden arrows than under the sword!

"Hey, you stupid thing lost the battle with me, and the dog jumped off the wall, didn't you? In the rules of the game that we have set, we can ...... No, no, no...... There are no weapons of the Secret Calculation class! The black mother was a little trembling, and he shook the rope as soon as he shook it, so Brother Meng couldn't easily see his worry.

"Hahaha, black fat man, you're scared, aren't you? Don't say our game is over, even if it's still going on, you can't stop me. What is a secret calculation? I've taken out the sleeve arrow box and put it in front of you, why do you say I'm plotting? And Lao Tzu has a lot of people who are plotting in his life, there are not thousands of children and there are eight hundred, what if there is one more of you?! ”

The black mother squinted at the sleeve arrow box, if the weapon was only the size of a silver needle, even if the box was only the size of a palm, it could hold thousands of pieces, now it's okay, it's strange if she doesn't shoot it into a sieve. I can't hide, I can only think about how to save a small life. He glanced at his body, although he was covered in meat, the thickest part of the meat was only his buttocks, so he turned his butt slightly and said to Brother Meng: "Come on, shoot it, satisfy your childlike innocence of playing with target shooting." ”

"Childlike? Wow, you're humiliating your fierce master! Brother Meng was so angry that he opened his teeth and claws, wondering if there was a more cruel way to deal with this black fat man, in order to vent the hatred in his heart, but unexpectedly, a cold voice sounded accompanied by chaotic footsteps.

"Ah Meng, you don't launch the arrow box here, is it possible that you haven't eaten enough, and even this fat black boy has to be let go like that old man?"

"Yikes! It's the Lord of the Helm who has arrived! ”

Brother Meng was covered in the forest, and he couldn't tell whether it was hot sweat or cold sweat. Hong Wei appeared, I don't know if it is his death date, so what do you care? Shoot people directly, and then speak out!

"Boom~"

Countless little mosquitoes flew up from nowhere, and pounced on the black mother's ass.

"Wow ~ Oh Yo Yo ~ The Ten Tortures of the Manchu Dynasty!"

The black mother screamed at the top of her throat, and she hated that fat body was not full length on the buttocks, and part of it was piled up on the face!

A box of arrows was finished in the blink of an eye, Brother Meng turned to greet Hong Wei, knelt on one knee and clenched his fists, and said in a voice that was so trembling that he couldn't even hear clearly: "Greetings to the helmsman, the helmsman, you see that your subordinates make moves according to your orders, and they are angry for you!" ”

"I'm so angry!"

How can Hong Wei have a good face? As soon as he stepped on the wooden floor of the city tower, he flew up and almost kicked Brother Meng out of the city tower.

Brother Meng crawled to the feet of Hong Wei and kept kowtowing and begging for mercy: "The helmsman spares his life, spare his life, for the sake of me catching the black fat man......"

"Spare your life? How to spare you? "I just lost my whole net worth, and even my mother is missing, Hong Wei's heart is like a knife, how can there be anything pleasing to the eye at this time? Brother Meng hit his muzzle, is it still possible to live?

Hong Wei roared angrily: "The black fat boy is obviously one of the three-person gang, but you only arrested him and let the other two go, one of them has already arrived, but in the end, the chicken and eggs are beaten, do you dare to come and beg for your life?" Having subordinates like you is a lifelong shame for Lao Tzu, you go to die! ”

After that, he picked up Brother Meng like a chicken and threw it towards the outside of the city tower.

"Ah~" Brother Meng's terrible screams went from near to far, until he gradually disappeared, and the human brains on the city tower made up for his falling stumbling appearance, and everyone was about to lose their souls.

Hong Wei walked to the battlement, looked at the black mother who was swaying for the night breeze, and said coldly: "Mali Lian Menglu, such a long name, but even if you pretend to be a Hu person, you can't escape from Lao Tzu's palm, and you can think of what kind of happy way to die?" ”

The pain on the buttocks finally lightened a little, but when she heard Hong Wei's ugly voice, Hei Mu was not irritable, kicked her legs and said: "Hey, you can do whatever you like, don't bother you Hei Laozi and me." ”

"Huh? Is it really a hard bone? Hong Wei was stunned, seeing that this person was dying and threatening himself like a tickle, he did secretly have a little admiration.

The black mother has a needle in her buttocks, and she doesn't know if the needle is poisonous. Although he is invincible, it is uncomfortable to do so.

The sleeve arrow is indeed coated with poison, this Hong Wei is clear, Brother Meng's trick, or he personally taught it, but the black mother has no signs of poisoning, which is a mystery that Hong Wei is puzzled about.

He suddenly had an idea, thought of something, and said to the black mother: "Black fat man, I am the helmsman of the Jinsheng Gang, except for the emperor in Chang'an City, the most powerful person is me, many times, I live more freely than the emperor." Whether you can save your life today, or die worse than Brother Meng, depends on your performance. ”