Soul Hall
Feel the call again.
Look at the nine storey tower in front of you.
Fang Tong walked up the steps and into the gate.
As soon as I entered the hall, I saw two figures sitting on the row of bronze thrones, as if I perceived what was looking towards him.
"Coming, Old Tie?"
Fang Tong, a native of China, took the lead in saying hello, lazily holding the back of his head, still wearing the blue war robe, and the Star Spangled Banner cloak was pulled off by him and put behind his buttocks.
The three people shared their memories, but in fact they were the same person. Feeling that kind of kindness, Manwei Fang Tongle nodded to his motherland.
"Yes, how are you these days?"
"It's still the same. When I'm a superstar, I go out to show and shoot movies. I'm a gangster."
Fang Tong, a native of China, is a little bored. Compared with what Manwei Fang Tong did in Manwei, he is like a salted fish.
Not that he didn't want to do something, but he had to get familiar with the world of the Black Robed picket team before doing something.
In fact, Fang Tong has never seen the film of the Black Robed picket team, and only knows some classic stems.
What kind of life and death is hard to predict when a native smiles? The specific plot can only be said to take one step first.
Huang Maofang Tong, who was passing through the Dragon World beside him, said hello to Manwerodi, looking tired.
"What's the matter? Last night we fought until dawn?"
Manwei Fang Tong raised his eyebrows and asked curiously.
"Ah, it's nothing serious. I just went to hack down a small gang. It's just Yakuza."
Huang Maofang Tong lightly waved his hand and smiled, as if it was just a small matter, not worth mentioning.
"I remember that the strength of your motherland seems to be a little limited, is it so reckless?" Manwei Fang Tong asked curiously, although he perfectly matched the strength of your motherland.
But it is impossible for every world in the heaven world to inherit perfectly.
...
Obviously.
Huang Mao and Fang Tong inherited the strength of the motherland and merged with their own dragon lineage into a strange product.
The result of the combination of the strength of the motherland and the dragon lineage is that the blood concentration of the yellow hair square tung will increase significantly when it is used.
It is easy to break through the blood purity limit, and then start dragon transformation, but that's all.
It is similar to exploding blood, but it will not have any side effects on him. It can also maintain a clear mind, and it will only make him sleepy after using it.
Perhaps it is because the core rule of the dragon world is based on the dragon, and the power comes from the fact that the dragon is not as messy as Marvel.
It's hard to say whether it's good or bad.
But in Neon, where the eight families of snake qi firmly control.
Once this group of law enforcers find that your blood concentration has exceeded the upper limit, you may become a 'ghost'.
Then there will be a steady stream of killings.
Huang Maofang Tong is used to living a comfortable life, and he really doesn't want to be the enemy of the world.
He was also a little worried that he would not become a monster without ghosts and people, and others would not be enough.
So I didn't show the strength of my motherland.
This is also the surprise of Manwei Fang Tong. How could this old salted fish be willing to expose its identity, lose the risk of the bubble bath shop and go to the gang to kill people.
...
"Well, it's just a matter of fighting for territory. I also have reasons to go."
Huang Mao Fang Tong laughed, which attracted the curiosity of Fang Tong and Man Wei Fang Tong. They looked at each other and were immersed in his memory before Huang Mao Fang Tong said it himself.
After all, there are memories to see, and who is waiting to talk slowly.
Moments later, Manwei Fang Tong returns to his senses, looks complicated and admires her, looks yellow, and Fang Tong sticks out her thumb.
"What a man! Heroes save the beauty... But Ma Shengzhen? The name sounds a little familiar."
"The little girl that Caesar didn't save."
Fang Tong, a native of China, reminded that he did not expect that 'he' would still be angry with his wife.
Even some dog blood.
Huang Maofang Tong, who knew that the two had checked his memory, immediately drooped his face, dissatisfied with the protest.
"Hey, you guys, do you understand your privacy? How can you read it casually!"
Huang Mao and Fang Tong were so sad and angry that he wanted to show off in front of these two bastards.
Seeing the two people making fun of each other, he lowered his eyes and sighed.
"It's impossible for me to ignore such a thing as a man standing up to heaven and forcing a girl from a good family."
"Ma Shengzhen is a poor little girl. Grandma is ill in bed. In order to pay for college tuition, she has to work in a pornographic Internet cafe to clean shoes."
"Who told me that I happened to meet, and the labor and capital looked down upon those pig brothers who had never seen a woman, let alone the world."
Speaking of this, Huang Maofang's mouth curled in disgust.
A few days ago, he was dragged by his younger brother to the pornographic Internet cafe to surf the Internet, and accidentally met the little girl Ma Shengzhen.
He exudes a sandalwood fragrance, wears corrective braces, looks timid and pure, and dare not refuse the teasing and dishonest hands of guests.
She is not exactly an employee of the store, just wiping their expensive shoes for customers.
By the way, listen to the harassment of some dirty words in silence, in exchange for a meager salary to live.
When Fang Tong saw her.
Cherry red slim cheongsam sets off this little girl who has not yet reached the age of 17. She is a beautiful flower, but it doesn't bloom in the flower bed, but blooms in the mud beside the street sewer.
But now this flower is in danger of being arched by several ugly and fat fat pigs.
It's just so bloody.
Fang Tong accidentally bumps into Ma Shengzhen and is harassed. She doesn't look like the kind of girl who is really engaged in this line of work and wants to face shame, but instead, she looks afraid and panic in her eyes.
He stabbed the little girl to take her away.
The group of people across the street who drink too much will not allow their favorite prey to slip away, let alone Fang Tong does not give them face.
"So I gave them a few small lessons."
Huang Mao Fang Tong leans on the throne, holding his chin with his right hand and sneering.
"It's just a waste of their hands. Who knows that one of them is the small leader of the subordinate gang of Zhuji Society, and that porn Internet cafe is also the territory of that small gang."
"It's like poking a hornet's nest."
Then there is no need to repeat.
Huang Maofang Tong and his younger brother were surrounded by hundreds of people in the Internet cafe.
These guys are clamouring to scrap his five limbs, and they want him to watch Ma Shengzhen serve the little leader who has lost his hands.
If Fang Tong can bear it, he might as well call it Ninja Tortoise.
The people of the motherland are full of strength. They take a threatening messenger to kill people all the way out At the same time, he also swallowed the pornographic Internet cafe and became his second site after the bubble bath shop.
However, it is far from the end of the matter. The opposite small gang suffered such a big loss, so it is impossible to give up and report all the way to our family.
"Fortunately, the purity of my blood vessels has dropped and I haven't broken the boundary, otherwise I might have to break through the whole neon all the way."