Gabriele Propst - The Adventures of Red Parrots

blood, making people itch."

He turned and had a bag of powder in his hand.

There is a business outside, it is to buy wine.

Three drunkards rushed in and yelled in, and shouted: "Take all the wines here, we have to drink a lot of pain today

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saw these three people, the old locusts frowned and handed a bag of white powder to Wang Feng, turned and went to get the wine.

The three people stood there and were noisy and noisy. Some people even stood still and stood still. Suddenly, they slammed into Wang Feng.

Another person rushed to help him, and he still greeted Wang Feng in his mouth and said, "I'm sorry."

Wang Feng is still laughing, saying: "It doesn't matter."

He didn't seem to have seen two knives stabbing him on his little belly.

Two thin and fast knives, only those who often kill, will use this knife.

These two drunkards will not only use this knife, but also use it very well.

When they stumbled over, the two knives had been squirted, and the silent thorns slammed into the lower abdomen of the king. The blade was scraped, like

a fish in the water, soft and natural.

The stabbed person seems to have no feeling at all.

They can even imagine the cruel pleasure of the blade when it penetrates the soft belly.

Just then, they heard a strange sound, as if it was very far away, and it seemed to be very close.

They couldn't hear what it was because they had never heard the broken bones.

When they fell, Wang Feng stood still there, with a smile on his face to see the knife in their hands.

A man standing at the door has changed his face.

This kid is still carrying a bag of white powder in his hand, leaving only one hand, how can he knock down two people at the same time.

The ribs of both people have been broken, one person has broken the roots of the left rib, and one person has broken five of the right ribs.

On one arm of Wang Feng, there were actually two fists, one on the hand and one on the elbow.

He looked up, smiled, and looked at the man standing at the door, saying, "You all use a knife."

The man's face is completely bloodless.

Wang Fengdao: "Unfortunately, you will not be drunk." He smiled and said: "The person who is really drunk, his eyes are straight

, his eyes will never turn."

The man's hand has been stretched into his arms. However, the knife has not been pulled out and has begun to step back.

Wang Feng suddenly lowered his face and said: "Stand up."

This man did not dare not stand.

Wang Fengdao: "Who is calling you here?"

This person has not yet opened, and there are people outside the door who are cold and cold: "It is me."

There are lights on the street, and a person slowly walks in, it is the old woman wearing a red farmer's skirt.

Wang Fengdao: "Why?" The

old woman said: "The blood slaves have to do business, and the girl who does business can't raise a small white face."

Wang Feng smiled and said: "Who are you?" The

old woman said: "It is her nurse. She grew up eating my milk. "

Wang Feng is cold and cold: "In fact, you don't need to kill me, she..."

Hearing a person coldly: "It is not her who wants to kill you, it is me. "

There was another person coming in, a young man wearing a water-green robes and shaking his handle in his hand."

This young man is not only ugly, but also very elegant in dressing, but it is a bit annoying.

Wang Fengdao: "Who are you?"

This humanity: "I am the son of

Song Mama ." Song mother is of course the old woman wearing red clothes.

Wang Fengdao: "Why are you killing me?"

This humanity said: "Because I am jealous."

Wang Fengdao: "To jealousy for blood slaves?"

The man nodded and said: "If she wants to raise a small white face, she should have raised me, I Isn't it better than you?"

Wang Feng laughed again. "Only one point," he said with a smile. "Your nose is too flat."

The man couldn't help but reach out and touch his nose. His nose was not flat.

In fact, his nose is much better than most men, but unfortunately it will soon be flat.

Because Wang Feng’s fist has reached his nose.

Song mother jumped up and stared at Wang Feng.

Wang Feng ignored, she took a black round cake from her body and swallowed it.

Song mother suddenly knelt down, kneeling on the middle of the street, and then the open arms, toward the West dark heaven, feeding the mouth Nan

said: "This man's nose, will be cut off, eyes will be dug out, the man The heart and liver will be

dug out to feed the dog. When the white powder on the wall is dry, his body is stinking. "

This is not a monk, it is like an evil and demon curse.

A curse that can be passed directly to Chiron Jiajiapu.

Wang Feng still ignored her and strode out, and suddenly someone came over.

This person has been quietly standing in the shadow of the opposite eaves, like a ghost shadow.

He is very thin and wears tight black clothes.

His face was gloomy, like a dark sky, but his eyes were sharp as a blade.

His footsteps were brisk, but he walked very slowly, his eyes staring at Wang Feng in the blade.

A knife was inserted in his belt.

A crescent moon-shaped machete, painted on a dark scabbard, painted a half-human beast.

Wang Feng seems to have seen this kind of knife.

In that picture, the demons used to cut the knife of their middle finger, as if it were such a machete.

Who is this guy?

Is he from Chiron Jiajiapu?

Song’s mother was still kneeling in the street, cursing the darkness of the sky.

The black man with a machete has come over and walked to the front of the king and stood.

Wang Feng only stood still.

The black man suddenly noticed: "The woman is a witch."

Wang Fengdao: "Witch?" Black man said: "The little

round cake she had just eaten is a kind of potion."

Wang Feng looked at him and waited for him to say Go on.

Black man said: "That is made of feces, menstruation, tears and pus mixed with flour."

Wang Feng suddenly wanted to vomit and barely resisted.

He really can't think of someone in the world who really wants to eat this kind of thing.

Black people said: "It is said that if you eat this potion, you can communicate with the Western demons." He stared at Wang Feng and slowly

followed: "So many people here are afraid of her because she cursed her always Very efficacious."

Yu Feng suddenly smiled and said: "You are not afraid?"

Black man said: "Only I am not afraid."

Wang Fengdao: "Why?"

Black man said: "Because I am stronger than her, if she curses I, the curse will return to her."

Wang Feng laughed again, but the smile was not natural.

He gradually felt that some things were ridiculous, but they were true.

Black man said: "Only the person who really wants to kill you is not her, nor her baby son."

Wang Fengdao: "Not who are they?"

Black man said : "It is Li Aunt."

Wang Fengdao: "Blood The slave's mother?"

Black man said : "Yes."

Wang Fengdao: "Do you know she wants to kill me?"

Black man said: "Only I know."

Wang Fengdao: "Why?"

Black man said: "Because she hired to kill Your assassin is me."

The lights on the street seem to be suddenly dark, and the mother of Song, who is lying in the street, has disappeared.

The autumn phoenix has been rolled over, this gleaming town, the glory that can't be said in an instant.

The Taiping grocery store still ignited the lights, but no one was seen.

In fact, almost no one can see it nearby, only Wang Feng and the black man stood face to face.

The black man slowly said: "I have seen you before."

Wang Fengdao: "Oh?"

Black man said: "Your martial arts is not weak."