In order to break off the engagement, I made CEO Bingshan cry.

Yue Qinghua actually couldn't stand the pain anymore.

As soon as the junior brothers spoke, he immediately went down the steps: "Old Demon Han, this matter is not over yet."

Han Laomo sneered and said with a crazy face: "Don't leave until it's over. Keep going."

"Don't you still have your right hand?"

The place was dead silent.

This guy surnamed Han is really good at making fire.

A certain master from the Famous Sword Clan who was fond of art films lowered his voice and persuaded: "Senior Brother, if your right hand is gone and you can't even hold the mouse, how can you drag the progress bar?"

"How noble is our senior brother? We can just lie down and enjoy it, but we have to do it ourselves?" Han Laomo said with narrowed eyes.

"Second senior brother, you can't say that." The junior brother shook his head lightly, looking like an expert who has been familiar with this for many years. "It's wonderful to take it off by yourself, which is very important. The feel is also a plus."

"That's true." Han Laomo was convinced and nodded heavily.

"Grass!"

Zhao Changying, who was standing aside, couldn't stand it anymore: "A bunch of stinking men!"

"Xiao Zhao, what are they talking about?" Zhang Ruoyu put away the knife with an innocent look on his face.

"?" Zhao Changying frowned. "have no idea!"

"Then why are you scolding them?" Zhang Ruoyu said calmly. "A scholar can be killed but not humiliated, understand?"

"Then you kill them!"

Zhao Changying saw that this battle meant that Han Laomo would be fine, so he turned around and got into the car in anger.

Because I was walking in a hurry, I stepped on the hem of my skirt twice and almost fell down.

"As expected of the legend of Beimang, Zhang Xiangbei."

He Tongxun's face was filled with sadness.

Then he took out the knife from his pocket and threw it on the ground without feeling distressed at all.

This knife has been tied to him for nearly 30 years.

As soon as the eldest brother opens his mouth, he has to act like a cow or a horse.

He's been wanting to draw a line for a long time.

"One man is killed with one sword, and the sword leaves no trace behind."

He Tongxun sighed, with a look of pain on his face: "The famous sword sect is dead!"

clap clap.

As soon as he threw the knife, the other famous sword sect masters also followed suit and threw the knife one after another.

"The famous sword sect is dead!"

After He Tongxun said that, he turned around and walked towards Yue Qinghua, supporting him: "But the brotherhood is still there."

"Senior Brother, get in the car. Your fingers were still jumping just now, but now they are motionless."

Yue Qinghua's heart was as sharp as a knife and he got into the car angrily.

Before leaving, I wanted to say a few harsh words, but I was afraid that Mr. Han would be so angry that he wouldn't be able to get off the stage, so I just gave it up.

Watch everyone leave.

Zhang Ruoyu didn't kill them all.

He lit a cigarette and glanced at Old Mo Han who was standing aside: "You don't call me when we fight? It's not interesting. Let's break up our relationship."

"You didn't tell me you were so good at fighting? Do you blame me?" Han Laomo curled his lips.

"You didn't expect that you wouldn't call me? Don't you know that everyone from Beimang likes to fight? I've been retired for half a year and I'm almost suffocated." Zhang Ruoyu said coldly. "Besides, how can I dare to take the initiative to tell you this kind of thing? Others don't know how low-key I am, but you still don't understand?"

Han Laomo sighed and said harshly: "I am mainly afraid that my daughter will become a widow and bear the name of Kefu. You also know that Xuebao has a delicate and sensitive heart, and it is easy to have random thoughts. He is always looking for death and life. He is very hypocritical."

"That's true." Zhang Ruoyu nodded lightly. "We'd better hide this from her, so as not to cause trouble to us later."

"As expected of Brother Zhang, he is thoughtful and strategizing." Old Demon Han gave a thumbs up.

"Sprinkle some water." Zhang Ruoyu waved his hand and said. "It will be like this from now on. You will be Xuebao's backer, and I will be your backer. This will smoothen the relationship and facilitate communication."

"I can see it."

Han Laomo put out his cigarette, fearing that his newlywed wife would be impatient, so he urged his son-in-law to get in the car.

After sending Brother Zhang home, Han Laomo received a text message on his mobile phone.

After reading the content, he frowned, then grinned and replied: "Brother, there's no need, I'm fine."

"You think too much."

The most famous private hospital in Beijing.

Beimang's eighteen riding gods descended to earth.

With a sense of murderous intent, he broke into the heavily guarded private hospital.

He blocked the group of powerful men from the famous sword sect who were discussing the revenge plan with Yue Qinghua.

One by one, we all helped them go through the hospitalization procedures.

He Tongxun was lying on the bed next to Yue Qinghua. He was injured more seriously than his senior brother. He was still groaning in the middle of the night and almost had no spine to put on the pain stick.

"Stop arguing, it's annoying me to death." Yue Qinghua endured the severe pain of his broken finger and took a deep breath of cold air.

"Fuck. You were so damn painful that you farted a few times just now."

He Tongxun gritted his teeth and turned pale: "If I hadn't been here with you to brag, would I have been beaten like this?"

Yue Qinghua twitched the corner of his mouth, and his whole body shivered in pain.

When it was first cut off, he, a giant man, said nothing.

But now the backlash is coming, my teeth are chattering in pain, and my head is sweating profusely.

"My father once said that the road to martial arts is full of twists and turns. There are people outside the world, and there are mountains outside the mountains."

Yue Qinghua changed the topic, also wanting to relieve the pain, and murmured to himself: "Could it be that our famous sword sect is really a frog in the well?"

"Or if you don't work hard at practice, how could you be broken into pieces by the Eighteen Horsemen of Beimang?"

"You're fucking trying hard." He Tongxun was so painful that he broke into a cold sweat. "Wasn't it still that Zhang Xiangbei defeated him?"

"He is Zhang Xiangbei." Yue Qinghua found a step for himself.

"Yeah, isn't he just Zhang Xiangbei? According to your explanation, he is a younger version of He Tongxun. You usually call me a martial arts loser? Have you forgotten?"

Yue Qinghua exhaled, took a deep breath of air-conditioning to relieve the severe pain and embarrassment, and rationally analyzed: "If I were here just now, I would definitely be able to bring down the two Beimang Eighteen Cavalry and establish the power of the famous sword sect."

He Tongxun, who was numb with pain, felt sleepy, yawned and said: "They are still outside, you go and fight them to establish their authority."

"You haven't left yet?" Yue Qinghua's body trembled. "What do they want to do? I'm already injured like this, why do I still have to push them so hard?"