Chapter 1191 (2/2)

Nianwen's feet slipped, and he turned away from the attack of the little guy. He raised his foot and kicked the little guy's ass hard, kicking him to the ground. He fell into shit. The sand on the ground scratched half of his face, and his forehead was also bruised by a stone. The blood flowed and made him grin.

When Mr. Wu saw this, his face changed greatly. He pointed to Nian Wen and said, ”you don't want to eat any fine wine.”

Read Wen Leng hum: ”little nonsense, take out your skills, otherwise, don't blame me for not giving you a chance.”

Mr. Wu has studied Kung Fu for a few years. Obviously, he is also a master. Otherwise, how dare he speak so loudly in front of him? The more so, the more excited he is. What's rare about what's at hand? It takes some hard work to get something, which makes people like it very much.

”Good, very good. I like your spicy energy.” When he spoke, he shook his hand and opened the iron bone fan in his palm. It was like a sharp butcher's knife.

Young master Wu, holding the iron bone fan in his hand, leaped forward and bullied himself.

Nian Wen went out without weapons today. Seeing a branch on the ground, he stretched out his foot and kicked the branch at Mr. Wu and hit the front door directly.

Young master Wu's body shape is tiny, his side is dangerous to avoid, and his mouth is slightly crooked: ”that's what you are capable of?” Just as his voice fell, a lump of dark green shit hit his face.

Read the text to smile at a face of cow dung Wu Gongzi: ”how? Is it fragrant? ”

When did Mr. Wu receive such humiliation? He was furious and said, ”I killed you.”

He raised the folding fan in his hand, and turned it towards Nian Wen. A small silver needle flew out of the gap between the iron bones and hit Nian Wen.