"Do you think you're out of humour?"

Du Peng looked at the samurai sword in his hand, which was made of high-quality, thousand-year-old cold iron. He could feel a coldness even when his hand touched the blade.

He looked at the ordinary steel ... bazooka held by the prince on the opposite side, and looked around.

Several people stood up on the off-road vehicle that surrounded him and others, either with a bazooka or a Gatling.

The members of Heijiu behind him were already squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands, and their skill was distressing.

"Aren't you looking for someone to duel? You can fight me if you don't want to, just pick one."

The bazooka in the prince's hand shook, letting Du Peng choose an opponent himself.

Du Peng's mouth twitched, his eyes swept around, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

On an off-road vehicle, a thin young man sat there instead of fighting the Gatling and the bazooka.

"You, just sit there, I've seen you upset for a long time!"

The thin young man was slightly taken aback, and pointed to himself with some uncertainty.

"That's right, it's you, what else are you referring to, come down and fight me."

The young man nodded silently, slowly stood up from the seat, took out a grenade from the side and hung it on his shoulders, and was about to jump out of the car.

Du Peng looked at the latest tactical grenade on the young man, and cold sweat oozes out of his forehead again.

According to Lin Mo's rumors, it's not that he is kind and polite, and that his attack is a killer move.

"Well, why are you standing up, did I tell you!"

Du Peng turned his eyes again and looked at a strong young man on the other side. He looked short and had a small dagger in his hand. It should be okay.

"What about you, that little dwarf, come down and fight me to the death, what do you mean, it's you!"

A young man who was only 1.6 meters in the other car suddenly became furious when he heard the words, and jumped out of the car.

Just when Dupont was about to pull out his knife, his eyes were drawn to a transparent jar on the young man's waist.

In the already dim sky, the small jar exudes a green light, and the light even reflects a sign.

A yellow triangle logo with a dot on it, and three fan-leaf-like logos around the dot.

Dupont's sclera shrank suddenly, a shocking thought was born in his heart, and he couldn't help but take two steps back.

Looking at the people whose eyes became more and more bad, Du Peng's eyes showed a look of death, and he stuck his beloved knife Frost Snow on the ground.

There was a look of grief and anger on the whole person's face, and he squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, leaving only the ethereal reverberation still whirling in the air.

"Slap people without slaps in the face, and other places are free."

The prince looked at the members of the black dove who agreed to enter the ostrich-like defense state, and a smirk flashed on his face.

He took out his mobile phone and handed it to the thin young man to record a video, and then waved his palm.

Dozens of big men instantly turned into tigers and wolves and rushed towards them.

All kinds of punches and kicks, and even some ruthless ancestral stunts were displayed.

"Fuck, don't slap your face, don't forget to slap below, cut off your son and give birth to a son carefully without an asshole!"

Du Peng's screams were accompanied by the excited voices of the big men like tigers and wolves.

The prince sat in the car with a smirk on his face, and was nibbling on a fresh and juicy peach in his hand.

"Beat him as a bull, kick him hard."

"The monkey steals the peach, yes, yes, go down to the peach!"

"Play his bull, play it a hundred times and then change it for someone else to eat."

Under the various shameless commands of the Crown Prince, these backbones who had served in the Black Eagle Terrace and had suffered all kinds of hardships wailed.

They have been walking around the world for so many years, and they have seen those who have soldered irons, those who have pulled their nails, and even some perverted playing with tortoise shells.

But it was the first time that a group of big men like tigers and wolves ruthlessly rubbed the fence like today.

Come to think of it, with such a refreshing experience, these guys will firmly remember this wonderful memory for decades to come. JrNovels.com