Looking at A Bing's provocative eyes, Yan Shiliu slowly raised his arm.

"Be gentle, don't beat anyone to death." Pei Wenxiong, who was watching with his hands behind his back, whispered.

Abing smiled in his heart.

Be gentle, you are afraid you don't know me-

Bang!

With a dull sound, Abing's world suddenly turned dizzy!

Five of his grooves on his right flew out on the spot, and his whole body flew backwards like shells, smashing the cabinet behind him into a pile of garbage.

A burst of smoke and dust floated from the field. Yan Shiliu looked at Abing, who was almost integrated with the garbage, and smiled faintly:

"That's it?"

"I thought it was so powerful, I wasn't a frog in the well!"

In the garbage dump, A Bing's entire right face was no longer conscious.

Amid the buzzing sound of my head, there was a sound:

"Damn, I'm careless!"

"The people in Kyoto are really strong..."

He had sworn before and said he had to take it three times.

As a result, he couldn't hold back a single punch!

Pei Wenxiong looked over with a slightly pity look and shook his head slightly: "Let's go."

After saying that, he turned around and left with Yan Shiliu.

But I just took two steps.

A sudden sound came from behind:

"etc!"

Pei Wenxiong turned around unexpectedly, but saw that Abing had to hold on and stood up from the ruins.

His right face was covered in blood, but his eyes were still firm, and he slowly walked to Yan Shiliu:

"That punch just now...is not counting...come again!"

Yan Shiliu frowned slightly and looked at A Bing with disdain:

"You have lost, don't be stubborn."

But Abing stared at him tightly, suddenly raised his right hand and punched Yan Shiliu in the face:

"I said it, it doesn't count!"

This punch was as fast as lightning and its power was extremely amazing.

And it was a sneak attack.

But Yan Shiliu's reaction was far beyond A Bing's imagination. Before A Bing's fist wind arrived, Yan Shiliu waved his backhand!

Click!

Yan Shiliu grabbed the forearm halfway through the arm, and first pulled it down hard. A Bing's shoulder immediately heard a sound of dislocating, and his body bowed down.

And taking advantage of this opportunity, Yan Shiliu pushed his knees hard!

Another bang!

This time, A Bing's nose was hit by the opponent's hard knee. He was originally bowing down and turned back immediately, and then fell backwards in a flip position.

The blood in the nose pulled a perfect arc in the air.

A Bing fell to the ground again, and his injuries were even worse. Not only did he dislocate his right hand, but his nose bridge was also broken, and his nose bleeding turned into a stream.

Yan Shiliu's eyes became a little more vicious this time, staring at Abing on the ground: "I don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, but I dare to take the initiative?"

After saying that, he snorted coldly, walked to the side of the coffee table, and removed a piece of toilet paper to wipe the blood from his hands.

But as soon as he was halfway through, he suddenly saw the shadow rising behind his back.

That kid actually got up again!

And there are sneak attacks!

"This time, it's not counting..."

A Bing, whose face was covered in blood, said a hoarse voice, and rushed towards Yan Shiliu's back!

This time, I must hurt him!

At this time, A Bing no longer expected that he could withstand the farmer's three punches.

He only has one goal, hurting Yan Shiliu!

And now, his back to him is the best opportunity!

Seeing the distance between the two sides approaching quickly, an incredible scene appeared - Yan Shiliu was like eyes on the back of his head, and suddenly he had an elbow on his back!

Bang!

The hard elbow hit Abing's chest just right.

Still flying backwards.

And this time, the ribs were broken.

A Bing fell to the ground again.

Pei Wenxiong frowned and looked at him: "Xu Bing, you said you wanted to carry three punches, but you have been knocked down three times. Don't mess around anymore!"

A Bing on the ground did not answer him for a moment. After coughing out heavy blood, he still supported himself and sat up from the ground:

"I said...it doesn't count!"

"Crazy!" Yan Shiliu snorted coldly, throwing away the paper in his hand, not wanting to get involved with A Bing any more, and turned around and was about to leave.

But the next moment, Abing, who was slumped on the ground, rushed!

This time, he really rushed over and hugged Yan Shiliu's right thigh.

Yan Shiliu shook his legs in anger, but unexpectedly, A's army was still a little strong and he kept holding on.

"Let go, it's dirtying my pants!"

He looked at Abing, who was holding his thighs in anger, rubbing his face with blood on it.

A Bing gritted his teeth and said, "It's not counting... I haven't finished the fight yet... I'm not allowed to leave!"

"Let go!"

Yan Shiliu felt fierce in his heart and thrust his right leg upwards.

His strength was extremely strong, and when he pulled out his legs.

But what’s awkward is that my pants are stripped off!

Abing, a kid, not only held his thighs but also clenched his pants with his fingers.

As a result, Yan Shiliu pulled the buckle on the belt broke on the spot. His entire right leg pants collapsed and A Bing held them in his arms!

In an instant, Yan Shishi was extremely embarrassed.

He is the first guard of the Pei family.

Someone took off his pants on the spot!

Now wearing half of his pants, he was extremely embarrassed. His right leg, with bare legs and hair, was exposed outside, and he was wearing leather shoes. He was embarrassed and threw it into outer space!

He was originally domineering and panicked and reached out to grab the pants in Abing's hand.

"Give it back to me!"

A Bing held his pants dead: "I won't!"

"Give me!"

"I don't!"

In Pei Wenxiong's shocked gaze, Yan Shiliu and A Bing actually snatched up...the pants.

And after a while of pulling, something worrying finally happened.

Thorn!

The pants were broken.

Yan Shiliu staggered back two steps, and only half of his pants were left.

From below his waist, the pants on the left are intact and the bare thighs on the right are.

To be honest, his image is quite trendy, and he might win awards when he attends the Postmodern Fashion Week.

But he was really angry in this situation!
To be continued...