"Damn it, bastard, what do you mean?" Puppy Leg was so angry that he couldn't help himself, and rushed up to attack the pangolin.

Simply, he was directly blocked by Mr. Yuan.

A dying soldier has no intention of humiliating him.

To humiliate is to humiliate this dying general.

Besides, someone who can be scared to spray alcohol by himself. Not this one either.

Although he, Mr. Yuan, has excellent literary talent and is well-known, his martial arts skills are also excellent. It's just that in many cases, he is more enthusiastic about literature and rarely deliberately shows force.

Because to him, Mr. Yuan, killing people with a knife is nothing, but killing people with the tip of a pen is the real master.

He loves the challenge and enjoys it.

He didn't pay much attention to the pangolin at all. It was Han Sanqian who showed his face just now. Naturally, Mr. Yuan's target was also Han Sanqian.

Hitting someone has to hit the face, that's the key.

Han Sanqian was so handsome just now, but when he beat him later, he would show how awesome he is.

"How is it? Are you scared?" Mr. Yuan looked at Han Sanqian and said coldly.

Han Sanqian smiled bitterly helplessly, and shook his head: "Let's forget it, Wendou can do it, and Wudou. Not to mention hurting the peace, it hurts the body even more. Besides, we are outsiders."

"Fuck you, if you're cowardly, you're cowardly, and you're still making a bunch of fucking excuses?" Someone suddenly slapped Han Sanqian's table angrily and shouted.

"That's right, you coward, trash, come and fight if you have the guts."

"I see the real chapter under my hand. You are the real hero. Are you a man?"

Facing the angry eyes and shouts of these people, Han Sanqian just shook his head. Then, Wei Wei raised her glass and was about to drink.

"Where are you drinking your mother?!"

Suddenly, at this moment, a big hand violently overturned the wine in Han Sanqian's cup to the ground.

For a while, the glass fell and the wine spilled.

And Han Sanqian's eyes. He also started to get slightly angry.

As a later guest, Han Sanqian didn't want to cause trouble, but the other party kept pushing him, and even now, he didn't intend to let Han Sanqian go.

To be precise, they didn't intend to let themselves go.

The pangolin was also visibly startled. He saw the anger in Han Sanqian's eyes, and knew that there was something terrible. Might happen.

"It's not enough to fight well, you have to fight with force, you guys. It's hopeless, it's really impossible to open and lift the pot, hey." The pangolin shook his head helplessly.

What is the difference between fighting against Han Sanqian and playing a big sword in front of Guan Gong? !

The only difference may be that Guan Gong's knife is only a dozen meters long, while the knives of these people are all used to peel fruit...

"Okay!" Han Sanqian lowered his hand slightly: "What kind of fight?"

"How do you want to fight!"

"I'm free." Han Sanqian said coldly. JrNovels.com