Best little divine farmer

One side of the fox, heard Tang Yifan's words, is said without fear.

In their territory, Tang Yifan had already laid a net. He drank the West Lake Longjing, which he had personally given ecstasy. Even if Tang Yifan had great ability, he would not escape today.

"Oh? Miss fox demon, do you really want to see my big gift? "

Tang Yifan's brow curled and gave the fox a despicable look.

"Well, I was thinking of taking out the big gift before I left, but since Miss Fox demon has opened her mouth, I'm more respectful than obedient!"

After that, Tang Yifan's eyes suddenly rose. The shaking teacup in his hand suddenly suffered a strong impact.

There was a clear sound in the teacup.

One corner of the teacup was broken by shock.

Then, before the debris fell in the air, it was shot out by Tang Yifan's random finger. The fragment shoots straight toward the fox demon's eyebrow.

Speed, just a blink of an eye, is to fall on the fox demon's eyebrows.

"Poof

All the people present did not respond. The fox demon fell down.

Above the eyebrows, blood splashed out high.

He died on the spot.

After a series of actions, Tang Yifan looks still indifferent, carelessly sitting on the sofa, still gently shaking the broken corner of the cup in his hand.

"Fox!"

"You, Tang Yifan, how dare you kill my confidant? Aren't you drugged? "

After the fox came to the end, bear scar reacted. He was so angry that he took out his pistol and pointed directly at Tang Yifan.

"Why such a fuss, ecstasy? The taste is not pure! "

"Don't you want me to present it now? What's more, I said before that we Chinese advocate reciprocity! This is very reasonable with what brother Xiong scar did before! "

"On the contrary, Brother Bear scar, why do you point a gun at me? You make it hard for me to talk to you calmly!"

Tang Yifan didn't care about the muzzle of bear scar's gun. He said slowly.

"Damn it, reciprocity? Salute you, malegobi, die for me

In his anger, bear scar smashed a teacup in front of him. In an instant, the whole hall was surrounded by big men with black strong clothes. In his hands, all of them were armed with submachine guns and pointed at Tang Yifan fiercely.

"It doesn't matter to me that there are too many people and too few people!"

Tang Yifan snorted coldly, still sitting in the same place.

"Boy, it's time for you to die, aren't you very rude? How dare you beat me? Do you dare to give me face? Dare to rob Laozi's woman? I will kill you myself today! "

Then bear scar raised his pistol.

However, the moment bear scar moved the button.

A cold light shot in from the landing window.

"Whoosh!"

In an instant, bear scar's right hand was cut off by this cold light.

The pistol was connected to the palm of the hand and dropped to the ground.

"Ah

"No, there are hundreds of people outside the villa!"

"No, they have rushed in!"

At the moment when the cold light started, there were several screams outside the house.

"Damned, damned, shoot this son of a bitch!"

Bear scar also realized at this time that Tang Yifan didn't come alone at all. At this time, he might have been surrounded.

It was an order immediately.

In a flash, all the powerful men in black in the whole house shot together. The tongue of the submachine gun in their hands almost engulfed the whole hall.

In an instant, the whole villa is full of holes.

However, how can the fighting power of these powerful men compare with Tang Yifan? Tang Yifan is a cultivator, and these powerful men, at most, are rough men who have practiced several fake skills.

Just a few quick turn, Dodge, body shape in the room after a few seconds, it is easy to dodge all the bullets in the past.

There were even a few bullets trapped in his fingers, and then he hit several people in black.

Right in the middle of the brow.

At the same time, people outside the villa also rushed inside.

"Put down your guns, or you'll die!"

The sound of the dark night rang out in the room.

The men in black are surrounded by Tang Yifan's hands.

One by one, in order to survive, bear scar put his submachine gun on the ground and kicked to one side.

"You, you, damn it, what a bunch of rubbish!"

Bear scar to see his hands one by one like this, immediately angry attack heart, chest a violent pain.

I want to cover my chest with my hand, but I find that I have only one hand left, and the other hand has lost consciousness in pain.

"Why, Brother Bear scar, my gift is heavy?"

Tang Yifan walks slowly to bear scar and says with a smile.

At this time, Tang Yifan's face, although full of smile, but this look in bear scar, it is a real devil.

"You, don't come here, don't come here! Come again and I'll kill you! "

Bear scar picked up a submachine gun from the ground, reluctantly picked it up and pointed at Tang Yifan. His face was full of threats.

How could Tang Yifan ignore the bear scar? He still approached the bear scar slowly.

The smile on his face, more and more condensed, in the bear scar's eyes, more and more like death.

"Die for me

Bear scar in a hurry, want to move the submachine gun gusset plate, but in the finger is about to move under the time.

A cold light flashed in the room again.

"Whoosh!"

The next moment, bear scar's left hand, with a submachine gun, fell to the ground like his right hand.

Blood gushed from bear scar's arms.

"Who gave you the courage to kidnap my woman?"

As Tang Yifan approached step by step, he was even more forced to ask.

"If I want to kill you, I only need a snap finger to make you live two more days. How can you even kill yourself?"

Tang Yifan's words, in the ear of bear scar at the moment, are the chant of Shura and the whisper of death.

"No, don't kill me. My father is Xiong Biao. If you kill me, he won't let you go. I'm the only son of our family!"

Bear scar at this time, is really flustered, even his father moved out, want to threaten Tang Yifan again.

"Ha ha ha, that's ridiculous. Do you think your father is very good? Xiong Biao dares to secretly support Chacha and Amir against me. In a short time, your father will go down and reunite with you! Don't worry