Lord God Investigator

The drunk looked down at the **** and muttered, "Strange, although this man's nose is crooked, it's still not ugly."

The **** gasped, trying to stand up.

But the feet of the drunkard have come. He only felt a sharp pain in his waist, and his facial features seemed to be deformed, and his mouth was full of broken teeth.

The drunk nodded slowly, and said, "This is better, but I can make you better."

Hua Mole no longer has anger and only fear, and he trembled: "Why do you...why do you want to deal with me?"

The drunkard said: "Because she is my bitch, my bitch, not yours."

He sneered again and raised his fist, trying to make the colorful face look better.

A hand suddenly stretched out from behind and pressed his arm. With just such a press, he couldn't get any strength, and his fist slowly fell.

A person silently appeared behind him, and silently prevented him from punching, presumably it would not be difficult to take his life silently.

In an instant, the drunk sweat crawled all over his body, the alcohol was all released, and he immediately sobered up.

He turned around abruptly and swept it with one foot, but it was empty.

A young man stood there and looked at him with a smile: "Xiongtai is not excited, I promise I can't kill you, and I will be in big trouble if I kill you."

The sober drunk said vigilantly: "Who are you?"

The young man said: "My last name is Lu and my name is Renjia. It doesn't matter who I am, but do you know who you are hitting?"

The drunk glanced at the brother in the red cape who had been beaten beyond recognition by him, and recalled carefully, but he didn't know which family of martial arts the brother belonged to.

He has sent someone to check that although the son's surname is Hua, his ancestor does not have an ancestor called Hua Wuque, Huamanlou, but the son of a big businessman in the city. When the big businessman saw him, he only dared to crawl around. .

The drunkard said: "Who is he?"

The young man shook his head and said, "I don't know, but I don't think he looks like a bad person, so I want to ask you, why do you want to beat him?"

The drunk man smiled and said, "Do I still need a reason for beating?"

The young man also laughed and applauded: "Well said!"

Then he struck a punch. This punch was not fast, nor was it an exquisite martial arts, and there was no change at all.

The drunk instantly saw that there were 18 flaws in this punch. He could think of thirty-seven ways to crack it. But the next moment he was hit in the nose, blood rushed out, and the nose was crooked. , But it seemed to open an oil sauce shop, and the salty, sour, and spicy hairs were rolled out.

The young man took a step forward, grabbed the drunk by the collar, and slapped his face with a slap, but it seemed to open a whole hall of water and land, and the chime, cymbal, and cymbal sounded together.

The drunkard turned around, clutching his beaten cheek, listening to the buzzing echo in his ears, and fell to the ground.

The young man didn’t intend to let him go. He stepped forward and rode on him, hitting the corner of his eye with a fist, his eyes were cracked, black beads burst out, and he opened a colorful silk shop, red and black. All the purple ones will bloom.

These three hits made the drunk completely unrecognizable, a bit more miserable than the playboy, but just as the young man said, the strength would not kill the drunk on the spot.

The drunk was pressed under his body, a ghost appeared in front of him, his head was dizzy, and he bit his broken teeth and said: "Why are you taking action against me? Wang Wanpeng sent you?"

The young man said: "Which wild bird is King Wanpeng? Do I need a reason to beat you?"

The drunk smiled sorrowfully: "It's true that you don't need it. People with skills like you can hit whoever wants to hit! Those who are beaten will also thank you. They will kill you without a punch!"

The young man said: "I am a reasonable person, so I will give you a reasonable reason. I was walking happily when I saw you beating a beautiful boy who looked pleasing to my eyes, and smashed that beautiful face. So seeing that you are not pleasing to your eyes, I will teach you a lesson for your uncle. Can you accept this reason?"

The drunk nodded and said, "Good reason, I won't lose the beating!"

The young man also nodded and said, "Talking to smart people saves trouble. Do you know what to do?"

The drunk said: "I will ask the best doctor in the world to treat the young master, and then kneel in front of him and let him beat me to vent my anger, and then send a gift worth a thousand dollars."

The young man stood up contentedly, wiped the blood from his fist on the drunk man's shirt, hummed with his hands on his back, and left.

"If you say go, let's go... I'll roar when the road is uneven, I'll do it when it's time to do it, rushing to Kyushu..."

The singing came, and the drunk felt that the tune of the song was heroic. It sounded like the tunes of the folk songs of Shandong, Henan, and Hebei, and it was very worthy of the image of a rough and arrogant hero.

It's just that the young man who beat him up was not arrogant or embarrassed. The whole person felt like the product of a cunning fox and a vigorous leopard, and he was totally unworthy of this song.

He had never seen a fox more cunning than a drunkard, and he had never heard of a leopard more vigorous than him.

Who is this person? Even if the old man stood in front of him, he still had to reduce the brilliance, turning into an ordinary old man with a hunched waist and a big belly.

The drunk didn't think so much anymore, he only knew that no matter who the person was, the things he explained must be done.

He climbed up tremblingly, walked to the playboy, respectfully and cautiously helped the **** up, just like a swift little servant who is accustomed to serving others.

...

Fluttershy stood there, facing the brightly lit bustling market.

The red cloak she wears is brighter and brighter under the light, just like the wings of a butterfly.

Seeing the young man walking towards her humming a song, she smiled beautifully, just like a little daughter-in-law who saw her beloved husband come home.

But her smile disappeared quickly, like a flash in the pan, and as her smile dissipated, the lights around her seemed to dim.

She frowned and said, "Why don't you kill him?"

Luo Feng said helplessly: "You may not believe it. I don't kill him to protect the peace of the earth and save the world."

The drunk's name was Lu Kagawa, the number one villain in the world of Meteor's plot, a man who played Infernal Affairs and made flowers.

The alertness of the main **** on the task panel has reached 58%. As the number one villain, Lu Kagawa will increase the alertness of the main **** by 30% if Luo Feng is killed, and he will directly enter the universal enemy mode.

If Luo Feng can't help but kill one or two famous plot characters in order to protect himself, the main god's alertness reaches 100%, the world-killing blow is initiated, or a meteorite hits, or the solar storm erupts abnormally, Or the gamma-ray tide swept over, and the earth was destroyed in an instant.

It's just that when Luo Feng lied, others often believed it, but when he told the truth, no one believed it.

Fluttershy cried, crying with rain.

Beautiful girls cry in front of boys, boys are often at a loss, unknowingly they will agree to all the requests made by girls.

She cried: "Even if you don't kill him, you can force him to kneel and apologize to someone you don't know before. Why don't you force him to let me go? Don't I have that beautiful boy in your heart? important?"