Chapter 707 (2/2)

“Ren Maohua, is there water in your mind?”

Xiao Luo looked up and looked at him like a wolf. “I still feel that the lesson for you is not heavy enough? Do you need me to give you a little longer?”

The tone is very cold, or the kind is cold.

Ren Maohua was shocked by the whole person, thinking: Isn’t this guy who has just been beaten to death and awake from a coma? The strength is actually more fierce than before, what is this?

He struggled with a smile and said: “Misunder… misunderstanding…”

“misunderstanding?”

Xiao Luo sneered, “I don’t think this is a misunderstanding!”

The barely fell, directly to Ren Maohua to throw up, Ren Maohua flew into the four meters of air and then fell, when it was about to touch the ground, Xiao Luo’s right foot, such as the spring that squeezed to the limit, slammed into his chest.

“嘭~”

There was a dull blow, and Ren Maohua only felt that the five viscera and six bowels were trembled, mourning, blood spout from mouth On the ground of a dozen meter away.

“嘶~”

The NSAheadquarters who were watching from afar were sucked in a cold breath. They thought that Xiao Luo was a sick cat, and his body was tired and his strength dropped to the lowest point. But now, it seems that TM is not the same thing. That Ren Maohua is going to be finished.

“sou sou sou ~”

Xiao Luo’s figure was phantomized, dragging the road to the shadow, and immediately came to Ren Maohua, stepping on his chest, and staring at him in a low-pitched manner: “Is the brain sober now?”

“纾蠡幔馐 蠡岚 蠡岚 蠡岚

Ren Maohua wants to cry without tears. He knows that if he is not dead, he will not die. He said that the tiger’s buttocks can’t be touched, and he, how to touch the tiger’s fart, is to use the foot to force the tiger. The fart squats are dozens of times more serious than the touch.

“It seems not sober enough!”

Xiao Luo expressionless said, and then it was a foot, and Ren Maohua flew as a ball.

“click~”

There was a crisp crack in the bones, and Ren Maohua was unbearable. When he stopped, his mouth and nose were bleeding. Before he stopped breathing, Xiao Luo followed him and appeared in front of him.

“Ask you again, is your mind sober?”

“I… I am wrong, I am sorry… I am wrong, I know it is wrong…” Ren Maohua holds Xiao Luo’s foot for mercy.

Xiao Luo shook his head: “It’s still not clear enough!”

After all, Ren Maohua once again kicked the ball.

Kicked and kicked in the past, Ren Maohua did not want to live, the bones of his body did not know how many roots were broken, and the pain of the heart made him finally cry like a child.