Chapter 210 Don't say the old man's hands are black

Chapter 210 Don't say the old man's hands are black

People in gray. A man in gray, a tall, burly and slightly fat man in gray, slowly walked into the door. Sunday felt that the man in gray exuded evil, his pale face was dead, and his eyes were extremely sinister. Step by step, slowly through the corridor on the first floor and towards the stairs.

All the guests on the first floor stared sideways at the man in gray with coldness. There is no fluctuation on the gray man's face. Following the man in gray, he followed two people in the same gray. The two men's eyes showed cold light and walked on both sides of the man in gray.

Three people in gray arrived at the entrance of the building. The man in white quickly bowed his head and bowed slightly. Three people in gray walked upstairs. Just as the leading man in gray went up to the entrance of the second floor, he suddenly turned around and looked at the lobby on the first floor. Looking at the guests, all the guests on the first floor felt that their bodies suddenly fell to the ice well, which was extremely cold. The gray man's gloomy eyes stopped in a corner on the west side of the first floor. A thin old man, and the other is about 30 years old, with an extremely obscene face. The two talk and laugh in a low voice, making *** laugh from time to time. Doubt appeared on the man in gray's face.

The man in gray is the vice president of the Hermitry, Pingli. When Montenegro just passed through from the first floor, it felt a real qi fluctuation there. Although it was extremely weak and disappeared in a blink of an eye, Montenegro felt that this true qi was extremely dangerous. Montenegro's peaceful footsteps have actually raised the black yin skill in his body and secretly prevented it. At this time, Montenegro saw a thin old man and a thirty-year-old obscene man, staring at the white legs exposed by a cool girl on the table, smiling shamelessly. Montenegro hummed. Although it was impossible to see the strangeness of these two people, they were by no means as simple as they appeared.

Montenegro signaled the two people in gray behind him to strengthen their precautions. A man in gray stayed at the entrance of the second floor, and another man in gray followed Montenegro into a private room on the second floor.

A wisp of cold sweat flowed down Zhou Tian's obscene face and reached out to wipe away the sweat. When Montenegro entered the private room on the second floor, Zhou Tian felt that the heavy pressure disappeared. Old man Bu also took a breath, and his yellow face was also pale. Old man Bu hummed and gasped. Both of them have realized that the man in gray just now must be Black Mountain Pingli, the vice president of the Priory. Only these masters can bring such a huge aura invisibly.

Old man Bu sneered twice. His face is as cold as frost. His eyes were like a cold light, crossing the Sunday and looking at dozens of Japanese guests on the first floor. The Japanese who can enter the Silver Pavilion are rich or noble. They are all gorgeously dressed, with their chests straight and raised their heads, arrogant and extraordinary. The old man's withered face was dark and chilling.

The old man bit his two thin lips together, as if he had made up his mind. Like a devil, he laughed ferociously and suddenly said to Zhou Tian, "Big nephew, give me a cigarette."

Zhou Tian has seen from the old man's expression that this master is about to do it. He respectfully took out a cigarette and sent it to old man Bu. Old Bu took the cigarette, knocked his head on the table a few times, chattered in his mouth, and said to Zhou Tian. Zhou Tian smiled, took out a lighter with a picture of a beautiful woman's frankness, and nodded to the old man. Old man Bu smiled gerociously and took a few breaths. His triangular eyes were slightly closed, and his small head was tilted forward and backward, which was extremely enjoyable.

"As for it? Isn't it just the devil smoke of Japan?" Zhou Tian looked at the fransing expression of old man Bu with contempt and thought to himself. Suddenly, Zhou Tian smelled a faint medicinal fragrance in the air, that is, the rich taste of peony, and the world desire of begonias, like fog like clouds, and the fragrance slowly floated in the air, gradually filling the whole room.

Old man Bu still closed his eyes, and his little head shook back and forth, looking very enjoyable.

Zhou Tian knew that old man Bu moved his hand, because the fragrance in the air came out of the old man's mouth. Sunday doesn't know what the fragrance has to do, but the old man's behavior and style, I'm afraid that the Japanese in this room will not die again. On Sunday, I felt a warm body slowly surging up, wandering all over my body to protect the meridians.

The aroma is getting stronger and stronger. More than ten minutes later, old man Bu opened his triangular eyes, and a golden stone-like light shot out of his eyes. Under Zhou's body, a breath of death came out. Old Bu sneered and whispered, "Wen, beast." Raise your buttocks from the chair, stand up, and walk to the entrance of the corridor.

Sunday hurriedly got up and followed the old man. In the room, all the Japanese lay on the table, and the chandeliers on the wall shook slightly, and the light and shadow flashed, making people feel that it was as cold as hell. "Kill, kill, kill" Zhou Tian felt that the yin qi in his body accelerated the speed of his behavior with great joy, and a sense of joy made Zhou Tian feel extremely excited. Kill and kill all the Japanese people in the world. On Sunday, his eyes were red, and there was a purple light on his body.

The old man was in front of him, and after Sunday, the two arrived at the entrance of the corridor. Several young men in white shirts at the entrance of the corridor have all fallen to the ground. Blood flowed from the corners of the mouth. The old man raised his legs, jumped from the ground, and jumped over his white shirt. Zhou Tian stared at a white shirt that died on the ground and looked at the dark blood slowly gushing from the corners of his mouth. It was smelly and his facial muscles were twisted. It was extremely painful to think that he was pitied to death.

Zhou Tian looked at the thin back of the old man walking slowly walking down the stairs to the second floor, and sighed in his heart that the old man was fucking hard enough. Forty or 50 Japanese on the first floor, men and women, old and young, no matter whether you are a successful elite or a white-collar beauty, whether you are a rich second generation, an official second generation, or a mistress bitch, I'm afraid that there is no one alive. I don't know how frightened the police will be tomorrow. However, compared with the sins committed by your ancestors in Nanjing, China, these 40 or 50 people and 300,000 lives are nothing.

Zhou Tian learned the movement of old man Bu, jumped off the ground with his legs on his white shirt, stepped over his body in the white shirt, and followed old man Bu to the second floor.

Zhou Tian and Bu Lao's head to the entrance of the second floor. The two saw two men in black fall to the ground at the wall at the entrance of the corridor, with several finger marks on the snow-white wall. About four or five meters away from the two people, a man in gray lay on the ground, with his head in and his hands stretched forward, as if trying to push open a door when he was dying.

The old man stood in front of the door that the man in gray tried to push open. Two silent sneer. Zhou Tian walked lightly to the old man. Old man Bu motioned Zhou Tian to stay on the side of the door. On Sunday, he pulled out a silver-gray sand eagle from his waist, laughed twice, and loaded the bullet.

The old man put a large yellow hand into his crotch, groped a few times, and took out a blue mud ball. Old man Bu smiled and raised the blue mud mass to Zhou Tian, as if to let Zhou Tian see it.

Zhou Tian looked at the old man and took out something from his crotch again, which was disgusting and wanted to vomit. Master, I admit that you are a master, but don't always put your medicine there.

Old Bu hinted that he was ready for Sunday. Sunday shook the silver-gray sand eagle in his hand.

The old man smiled and put the blue mud ball in his hand between his palms. With a little force, the blue mud ball was instantly kneaded into powder, and a blue smoke scattered between the old man's palms.

The old man Bu's triangular eyes showed pure light, signaling Zhou Tian to take action.

Zhou Tian raised his right leg, kicked the door open, and quickly raised the sand eagle and pointed to the door. A gray figure was about to rush out of the room like lightning. Zhou Tian fired several shots at the gray figure, and the man in gray was shot and died in the door. The old man was slightly bent, spread his palms, opened his mouth, and blew it away to the palm of his hand. The blue powder in the palm was blown into the room.

The sound of tables and chairs falling to the ground immediately came from the house, and several figures rushed to the door. On Sunday, he raised his hand and shot repeatedly inside the door. Repulsed several people. After a while, there was no movement in the house.

The old man laughed wildly and walked into the room. Sunday followed with a gun.

There is a strong medicinal fragrance in the room. The tables and chairs fell to the ground. There are several Japanese on the side of the room. Old man Bu stood in the center and saw Zhou Tian carefully checking the situation of the Japanese. He laughed and said, "Under the strange fragrance of my grass, there is no living mouth" in his voice.

"Koizumi" said with a sand eagle pointing to a Japanese man who fell at the table. The man's eyes, ears and nose were flowing dark red blood, and his eyes were wide, as if he was extremely unwilling.

On the other side, a man in gray sat on the ground cross-legged, clenching his fists, and a black face was ferocious, and a wisp of blood dripping from the corners of his mouth and his nose fanned slightly, as if there was still life.

Sunday raised the sand eagle in his hand and pointed to the forehead of the man in gray. Go to hell, you beast. The man in gray seemed to feel the murder of Sunday. His eyes opened slightly, and a cold light stared straight into Zhou Tian's eyes.

"Beast," Zhou Tian scolded softly. Can't you bear to give up this flower world? Go and find your sunshine god. The finger has to pull the trigger.

After him, the old man shouted softly, "Sake it," and then the thin ghost-like body crossed the Sunday and came to the man in gray. The man in gray is the vice president of the Hermit Order, who is the ninth-level master of the Hermit Order, second only to Hongwu. Montenegro angrily stared at the thin old man and looked at the obscene man behind the old man. It's true that these two people showed a trace of regret in Montenegro's eyes. The corners of his mouth moved a few times, as if he wanted to say something, but there could only be a vague sound.

Old man Bu sneered. You are tall and crazy. In front of my strange poison, there is no master who can live. Old man Bu stretched out his yellow hand and put his palm in front of Montenegro, as if to close Montenegro's eyes and wipe them up and down a few times. The old man will stop at the end. Heishan Pingli's big head slowly drooped, and a stream of blood flowed down from the corners of his mouth and dripped to the ground.

"Hmm. It's really a personal thing," the old man said softly.

Sunday looked at the room and saw that there was no more life. He smiled and said to Bu Feiyan, "Master, let's go back. The girls are still waiting for our favor at home."

Buffiyan laughed wildly, "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go, big nephew"

PS: Ask for tickets leisurely.