Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

He knocked this guy down with just one punch, and in the blink of an eye, Zhang Xian was in front of the smiling guy in front of Wan Feng. He kicked the opponent's three-pronged area with a flick of his fist and a kick at the bottom.

The guy who wanted to see how much money was in Wan Feng's pocket didn't bother to look at Wan Feng's pocket. He put his hands on his crotch and shook his body twice before falling down.

Seeing Wan Feng's eyelids twitching, I don't know if the opponent's kick is alright?

Fuck, how many battles has this guy fought since he was a child to reach this level?

This is simply the style of special forces, one hit kills!

No, I have to compete with this guy that day. Isn't it an idiot not to take advantage of such a good opponent?

Two of the four guys who were about to slaughter the fat sheep lay down in a blink of an eye. The young man in the lead took out a knife from his pocket, it was spring-loaded.

With a snap, the switchblade popped out.

Holding the knife in his right hand, the young man took a posture and confronted Zhang Xian.

Zhang Xian's face also turned serious when facing the switchblade in the opponent's hand.

The two of them confronted each other, and the only ones left standing here were Wan Feng and Hua Shirt.

Wan Feng looked at the flowered shirt and smiled.

Flower Shirt didn't know why Wan Feng was laughing.

"You laugh at the fart!"

"Yeah, I'm just kidding."

"You mean I'm that fart?" The floral shirt still pointed to his nose.

These two goods!

"You do look like a fart."

"Little brat, you dare to call me a fart. Your helper was forced by my brother with a knife. Let me clean you up first."

The flowered shirt rushed towards Wan Feng with teeth and claws.

He could also see that the guy who appeared last was too fierce, and Liu Er hadn't woken up with a single punch, and Mazi was lying on the ground humming. It is not necessarily the opponent of the young man.

If he restrained this brat by himself, that savage guy might be dealt with.

The flower shirt rushed in front of Wan Feng, stretched out his hand and grabbed Wan Feng's shoulder. His plan was to grab Wan Feng's shoulder and throw Wan Feng to the ground, then step on one foot and let the fierce man catch him without a fight.

But Hua Shirt must have never heard a sentence: the ideal is very full, but the reality is full of bones.

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Chapter 294 A Face with a Machete

Just when Hua Shirt's hand was about to reach Wan Feng's shoulder, a bad thought suddenly flashed in Hua Shirt's mind. When this thought became clearer and clearer, he suddenly felt a tightness in the chrysanthemum, and then a gust of cool air came from him. Steaming rises between the two legs, and rises up to the limbs and bones like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves.

This is an extremely sour feeling. If you have this feeling, you must shout it out, just like a woman calling for a bed.

"Ah!" Hua Shirt's cry was continuous and long, louder than Du Shiniang who sank the treasure chest angrily.

Accompanied by the cry is the orgasm, after which the person will collapse, and the floral shirt will fall limply on the ground.

The cries of the flowered shirt seriously affected the mood of the sea crab. Just as he was distracted, Zhang Xian kicked the knife in his hand away, and the next moment Zhang Xian's fist landed firmly on him. face...

The next moment the sea crab really became a sea crab.

Wan Feng squatted next to the flowered shirt: "Is it cool? I can tell you that I can do this move too. It is guaranteed to be easier than my companion's. Do you want to do it again?"

The floral shirt whimpered like an earthworm that had just been dug out of the soil. The little brother was in a feeling of no feeling after the soreness. It is estimated that urinating in the past two days has been a problem.I was whimpering and suddenly heard that there was going to be a shudder and I almost peed, so I shook my head vigorously.

"I was going to treat you to dinner and drinks, but now the money for the drinks has been saved, so why bother you if you don't eat the toast and eat the fine wine? Next, I'm going to ask you a few questions. Just remember what I ask you." No? If you don’t tell me, maybe I’ll give you a bunch of cannonballs, so that you won’t even have the money to masturbate in your next life.”

The flowered shirt nodded hard.

"Who did you get your electronic watch from?" Wan Feng pulled up the floral shirt from the ground and sat leaning against a tree, and stuffed a cigarette in his mouth.

"Are you the police?" Hua Shirt was startled.

"Is there a policeman at my age? Tell you that we are merchants and want to take some goods back to sell."

Hearing that Wan Feng wasn't a policeman with a floral shirt, he seemed relieved: "I got it from Brother Quan."

"How much did he pay you for one?"

"Eight yuan each."

Wan Feng was disappointed when he heard the price, hey, this brother Quan is also a second-hand dealer, he is the same as Zhang San, so it has no real value.

I want to find a businessman, are these two businessmen useful?

"Brother Quan is a local?"

The floral shirt nodded.

That's right, the people who come to the north to be a dealer are all Guangke from the south, some of them say that they are waiting, and they are multi-level guys.

"What else does he wholesale?"

"Recorder movement, tapes or something."

It's all the same way, is it a boss?

"Do you know who his upline is?"

Hua Shirt shook his head: "How would I know, if I knew, I would go to a first-level wholesaler."

"None of you retail guys know?"

The floral shirt continued to shake his head.

The thread of paralysis just broke?

If he could find it slowly in Hongya Wanfeng University, he wouldn't believe he couldn't find it, but where could he find it in Bohai?And he only has three days, there is no possibility of finding it slowly.

That is, during these three days, there is still one day on the road, and the time left for him is two days.

Wan Feng looked at the sky, and estimated that it would be 03:30 even before four o'clock.

No, even if he had any hope, he would have to follow the vine to find Brother Quan.

"Where does Brother Quan live?"

The eyeballs of the flowered shirt rolled around.