Maoshan Ghostbusters

Zhou Xiaoguang grabbed the unconscious Yu Yong and carried it on his shoulder, and cursed bitterly, "This **** looks so thin, but he is heavier than a pig when he carries it."

Where did Zhou Xiaoguang, who had been accustomed to carrying the girl, know that it was not because of Yu Yongshen, but because the weight of the girl was too light, and when the two were compared, it naturally seemed that Yu Yong was too heavy. In fact, no matter how thin a big man is, his bones must be eight or ninety catties. And the weight of the girl is only seventy or eighty jin.

Just when Zhou Xiaoguang was carrying Yu Yong triumphantly and planning to go out, a man's low roar suddenly came from behind him, "Stop! Put him down!"

Hearing this low roar, Zhou Xiaoguang was shocked unconsciously. He couldn't be more familiar with this roar. Before, he had just overcame the wall with Cui Cui and heard the same roar.

That person yelled at these six words, "Stop! Put her down!"

Not many words, not many words.

It's just that he has to change to the woman's.

He knew who came, he put Yu Yong down, threw it on the ground, and then slowly turned around.

Sure enough, what he saw was the muddy face of the tramp.

The tramp was still like that, dirty, stinky, and sloppy, but the wise gaze from his clear eyes was not to be underestimated.

As soon as Zhou Xiaoguang saw the tramp, he stopped fighting, "You stinky beggar, it's you again! Last time you ruined Lao Tzu's good deeds, I haven't settled with you yet. This time you came out again to find bad luck. Don't blame me for being cruel."

The tramp sneered, "Your tone is still so big, are you confident that you can win me?"

Zhou Xiaoguang laughed, "Unexpectedly, you really used yourself as a mallet. The girl was snatched by you last time because I didn't bring a guy. This time is different. I am carrying this." After speaking, he raised it. The baseball bat in his hand, "Believe it or not, I can hit you on the head?"

The tramp shook his head, "I don't believe it."

"Then just give it a try."

As Zhou Xiaoguang said, he swung a baseball bat and hit the head of the homeless man.

This move is ruthless and fast.

The tramp had to dodge.

The stick hit the floor and stirred up thick dust.

It choked the two of them to sneeze.

"Okay! It flashes beautifully. This is my own method of hitting a dog stick. I hope you can avoid it every time."

After Zhou Xiaoguang finished speaking, he raised his baseball bat and aimed it at the waist of the tramp, making another sweep.

The tramp couldn't avoid it, so he turned to the side. The stick escaped, but his lower back happened to be on the reception desk, and he yelled in pain.

"No way, right?"

Zhou Xiaoguang laughed triumphantly.

"Smelly beggar, you really like to be nosy. You said you are a guy who has had a last meal and hasn't stopped. What are you doing with my nostalgia? Which little lady shall I bring into the bridal chamber? It's your shit?"

"A brutal and **** like you, everyone can control!"

The tramp said, he leaped and turned from the reception desk to the side of the mummy, his eyes fixed on the axe beside the mummy, waiting to bend over to pick it up.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaoguang hurried over and stretched out his stick to flirt.

With a snap, the axe was lifted two meters away.

The tramp didn't expect Zhou Xiaoguang's body shape to react so quickly, and he was immediately stunned.

Zhou Xiaoguang snorted coldly, "Want to pick up an axe? Do you think that your brother's training in Shaolin Temple these years is for nothing?"

"Have you practiced martial arts in Shaolin Temple?"

"Yeah."

No wonder he is so difficult to deal with? When the tramp heard this, he immediately shook his heart.

Regarding this homeless man, we have already given an explanation before. He is the criminal investigation squad officer Liang Jun who voluntarily stayed on leave without pay to investigate the bizarre disappearance of the actress in the youth film studio.

At this time, Liang Jun naturally murmured secretly. Zhou Xiaoguang was definitely not under him in terms of skill and strength. The key point was that Zhou Xiaoguang had a baseball bat in his hand at this moment, and he was empty-handed, which made it difficult to play. Because Zhou Xiaoguang could easily reach him with a baseball bat, but it was difficult for him to get close to Zhou Xiaoguang's body.

Zhou Xiaoguang looked at Liang Jun hesitated, knowing that he was feeling guilty, and immediately provoked, "What? Are you afraid? Don't be nosy if you are afraid. You say you are a stinky beggar, who hasn't eaten or lived, and coax me. I'm happy, isn't it good for you to give you a piece of steamed buns? You just want to take care of my nostalgia. It seems that people are really humble in the beginning."

"Don't talk nonsense! Come if you want to hit you, don't think that you are holding a baseball bat, I am afraid of you. There is a kind of thing you throw the stick, let's try each other?"

"Throwing a stick, and trying my fist with you, do you think my mind is flooded? Will you follow your instructions? I am not in a ring competition with you. I want to engage in fair competition."

"Then stop talking nonsense, just let it go."

"Okay! Just for this sentence, you stinky beggar, you are poor and ambitious. Then I will do a series of dog-sticking tricks, see if you can avoid it."

Zhou Xiaoguang said, picking up the baseball bat, aiming at Liang Jun's door and stabbing it.

Liang Jun stepped away and avoided the stick. Before he could stand firmly, Zhou Xiaoguang's second stick came back to his heart.

At this time, Liang Jun couldn't avoid it, so he stretched out his left arm and stubbornly picked up the stick.

Just hearing a creak, Liang Jun felt a sharp pain in his left arm and then a soreness.

Looking down, he found that his left forearm was weakly slumped under his elbow and had been dislocated.

This shock caused Liang Jun to sweat immediately.

This week, Xiaoguang pulled down with a stick, and how hard it took to dislocate the arm of his practicer.

It seems that he is really not his opponent, and it is the best strategy.

Liang Jun made up his mind and immediately pretended to make a fierce attack, kicking out a roundabout kick.

Zhou Xiaoguang saw him coming violently, and he didn't realize his body was flashing to one side.

Liang Jun looked at neutral and sprinted out.

When Zhou Xiaoguang saw it, he shouted, "Where to run!" Then he chased out with a baseball bat, but heard the voice of people talking and messy footsteps at the entrance of the abandoned street.

"Oh, someone is coming."

Looking back, Liang Jun had already run away.

"Smelly beggar, lucky you! Discount your arm this time, and next time you dare to ruin Lao Tzu's good deeds, I don't want your life."

Zhou Xiaoguang cursed back to the reception room, grabbed Yu Yong who was unconscious on the ground, and put it on his shoulder, walked out of the door, and walked towards the secret passage.

Besides, Liang Jun ran to the wall at the end of the set in one breath, grabbed the top of the wall with his right hand, and moved his body vigorously. Every time he moved, he felt pain in his left arm. The usual simple action of turning over the wall, I did it today. But it was more difficult than climbing, because today he can only use one hand to climb the wall.

After spending a long time, he finally rubbed one hand against the wall, then gritted his teeth and jumped off the wall.