Urban Hidden Dragon

Huang Mao and others were stunned at that time.

"You fart, my brother knows Zhang Qinghu! This is Zhang Qinghu's territory! Do you know the consequences of pretending to be Zhang Qinghu?"

Zhang Qinghu kicked him up.

"Brother! Call Zhang Qinghu!" Huang Mao yelled in pain while holding his head.

Scarface covered his stomach, "I don't know Zhang Qinghu!"

Huang Mao was completely stunned at that time.

Several men behind Zhang Qinghu took action one after another.

Dozens more people came in from outside without even thinking about starting to take action.

Chi Yinan turned away and grabbed Wang Han's arms with both hands, "Didi, I don't want to see these things!"

Wang Han picked up the microphone and said, "Hey, hey, hey? Zhang Qinghu, my sister can't stand these things, take her out and deal with it!"

Zhang Qinghu immediately nodded and bowed, "Brother Han, sister, I'm sorry, I'm going out with these eye-opening things!" "

Wei Xiaoqin was dragged outside by her hair.

Realizing that she might be beaten to the point of incontinence today, Wei Xiaoqin shouted in desperation, "I am Brother Han's sister-in-law! I am Brother Han's sister-in-law! You can't touch me!"

Zhang Qinghu went up and kicked him, "You called me Brother Han? If you were my sister-in-law, would you stand with these bastards? Hold me back! Beat me to death!"

After Chi Yinan calmed down, Wang Han handed the microphone over again, "Sister, sing it again, I haven't heard enough yet."

"Do you like your sister singing?"

"I like it." Wang Han said honestly.

Chi Yinan sang another song for Wang Han, and then gradually let go. Chi Yinan sang several sweet songs in succession.

Singing and dancing at the same time, I have to say that Chi Yinan's figure and voice combined with this dance posture can completely outshine many popular singers.

"How about Didi?"

"Better than those professional singers." Wang Han admired sincerely.

Chi Yinan touched Wang Han's head and said, "Didi is really good at praising people!"

Until about nine o'clock in the evening.

Chi Yinan was tired of singing.

Nestled against Wang Han, the two of them listened to the song without talking.

Chi Yinan suddenly smiled and said, "It would be great if I could always be purple."

"Didi, will you always treat me like this?"

Chi Yinan raised his head and looked seriously into Wang Han's eyes and asked.

Wang Han was stunned for a moment, then smiled at Chi Yinan and said, "Of course I will."

"Then will you always regard me as a relative?"

For some reason, Wang Han could hear some lack of love in Chi Yinan's tone.

It's like the words of someone who hasn't been cared for since childhood.

"meeting!"

"Pull the hook!" Chi Yinan stretched out his beautiful fingers.

Wang Han smiled and stretched out his hand.

"Hang yourself on a hook and you won't be allowed to change it for a hundred years! Get it stamped! After it's stamped, you can't lie to my sister!"

To the south of the pond, people smile like flowers.

After drinking some water and listening to Chi Yinan sing a song, the two of them walked out.

Exited the box door.

Wang Han noticed something was wrong.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air.

Zhang Qinghu took people away before, but Zhang Qinghu still had a sense of discretion in his actions and would not kill people.

And the smell in the air is clearly the strange smell of dead people.

Wang Han blocked Chi Yinan behind him, "Shh!"

He pulled Chi Yinan and walked quickly towards the elevator.

The place where you take the elevator is around a corner, with a window next to it.

When Wang Han passed by, people were stunned.

Dozens of people were lying on the ground, dead or maimed.

Wang Han was so shocked that his anus rose to his throat.

Everyone became like this after being slapped.

The power of this palm is self-evident.

There was a bloody palm print on Zhang Qinghu's white shirt on his chest.

He was gasping for air, and blood was flowing from his seven orifices.

After seeing Wang Han, Zhang Qinghu used his last strength to signal Wang Han to leave.

The window is open.

Two people were sitting on the windowsill.

This is the eleventh floor. If you fall, you will be shattered to pieces.

From the back, only one of them could be identified as Huang Mao.

Huang Mao was beaten once by Wang Han and once by Zhang Qinghu today. Now he was pulled to the window sill by this man and was afraid to show his anger. If he made the slightest mistake, he would immediately be thrown to pieces.

The other person couldn't see his face clearly.

From the back, you can only see his gray hair, fat figure, and wearing black-rimmed glasses.

He was hugging Huang Mao and pointing to the street outside.

The streets are full of traffic and people come and go.

"Friend, tell me, are these people moving?"

"It's moving, it's moving!" Huang Mao stuttered.

The man shook his head and pointed to the cars on the ground, "Are they moving?"

"Moving."

"Then are you moving?"

Huang Mao swallowed, "I didn't move, I didn't move at all!"

"Then let me ask you again, is the earth moving?"

Huang Mao, who also went to school, nodded, "It's moving."

"Then are you from Earth?"

Huang Mao seemed to have a premonition that something was wrong, his throat tightened, "It's an Earthling!" "

"Then the earth is moving, but you are from the earth, but you are not moving. Are you better than the earth?"

The yellow-haired man was dumbfounded and shouted loudly, "No!" No! I'm moving! I'm moving! "

"Is it moving?" The man pointed to a parked car on the ground.

Huang Mao swallowed his saliva, "It's on the earth, and it's moving too!"

"No, it is not moving. The reason why it is moving is because you are moving. "

The yellow-haired people are numb.

"It's not moving! It's me who's moving!" Huang Mao was afraid that this person would be unhappy, so he quickly changed his tune.

"Where are you moving?"

Huang Mao opened his mouth and forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, "My eyelids just moved."

"Did I ask you to move?" the man said angrily.

Hearing this, Huang Mao even wanted to jump off the building and die. At least it would be better than being tortured here.

"No...no."

The breeze blows on my face, and the yellow hair of the yellow hair is blown.

"There's wind, is the wind moving?"

Huang Mao was like a poor student being called up to ask, "Moving? Not moving? Moving! Moving! The wind is moving!"

"The wind is not moving, it is your heart that is moving. If your heart is not calm, I will help you calm it."

The voice just fell.

The man's palm landed on Huang Mao's heart.

There is an Achilles' heel under a person's breasts. If it is lightly knocked, it will hurt for several days and make it difficult to breathe. If it is hit hard, it will immediately burp. Wang Han has seen a couple fighting before, and the man pushed and shoved her. When he was walking, he hit a woman under her chest and died without any help.

Huang Mao spit out a mouthful of his hard work.

No life.

Completely dead.

The man patted Huang Mao's shoulder, "Is the wind calm now? Please be calm! Do you understand?"

Wang Han was greatly shocked.

The other party slowly turned his head and looked towards Wang Han.

Only then did Wang Han see the other party's appearance clearly.

His skin is slightly red, and he looks quite normal, even a little decent. He wears glasses, and looks like the kind of elder who can sit down and talk and laugh with others.

Wang Han looked down.

Finally, they settled on the words on the chest of the other party's clothes.

Jiangning Second Psychiatric Hospital.

Wu Fa!

The other party was stunned for a moment when he saw Wang Han, and then his excitement was palpable.

"Brother Wang!"

Wang Han felt like he was struck by lightning, and he was so shocked that he did a set of anus lifting exercises on the spot.

"Grass!"