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Chapter 133 Small amount is not a gentleman, non-toxic is not a husband!
A cup of light tea, the fragrance of the tea is refreshing, and the small crescent-like tea leaves stretch the meridians in the boiling water, which is very pleasant.

Tea is good tea. Not only does it have a lasting taste, but it can also slowly increase the activity of brain nerves, which is quite effective in nourishing the stomach and promoting body fluid.I don't know which tea gang was looted by the Poison Wolf Star Bandit, and how many square tea bricks were hoarded, which became the standard item for all the bosses every month.
Sikong got up early in the morning, and after performing a set of Hundred Explosive Fist, he sat back on the silver armchair with some tea.

To be honest, the silver-white armchair was not comfortable to sit on. The rattan backrest and the seat board with the gold paint peeled off were painful to the buttocks of Sikong who was already skinny.

And the silver-white buckle chair is firmly fixed above the patio steps, which is more ornamental than practical.

But Sikong was not annoyed, he sat on the armchair humming a ditty, squinted his eyes, savoring the residual tea fragrance in his taste buds, very leisurely.

The door of the small western building was open wide, as if waiting for something.

'Bang, bang, bang...'

After the hasty knock on the door, the sound of neat footsteps gradually became clear, and then quickly approached.

Sikong's mouth curved slightly, and the ditty in his mouth even hummed to the refrain of Jin Ge Tie Ma.

"The knife hangs on both ribs, and the sky and the earth are dark in one word, and the dream returns to the rivers and lakes, only in the morning and evening..."

"Good song, good song!" Sikong sang in high spirits, slapped his knees, and picked up the weak tea.

Smoke was lingering, emerging from the mouth of the cup, blurring the vision.

Then, figures appeared in the lingering tea fragrance, and came into Sikong's somewhat blurred vision.

The imposing manner is like gold and iron horses, every man has a cold face, a hulking back, and a fierce light in his eyes, staring at Sikong.

Sikong turned a blind eye to it, took a sip of the weak tea, pondered it for a while, then put down the teacup, and said neither salty nor weak——

"It's so early, don't sleep well, what are you doing here?"

"Humph!"

I don't know who snorted coldly, and saw Heihu striding into the courtyard with a straight face, without bending his waist, and after slightly cupping his hands weakly, he said in a muffled voice: "Boss Sikong, what happened to me in the East Ninth District these few days Something strange happened, and I wanted to tell you something."

"Oh?"

Sikong was startled, and his eyes that still seemed to be sleepy became more solemn, and he asked strangely: "Something weird? Tell me about it and see how weird it is?"

Heihu stood at the bottom of the stairs, like a small tower, his turbid breath was turbid and surging blood, which made the temperature of the courtyard rise a little bit.

Heihu looked straight at Sikong, and said, "In the past three days, three people in my East Ninth District have disappeared one after another! There is no one in the house! Please—!"

Hearing this, Sikong was suddenly bored, waved his hand, took a sip of tea in a leisurely manner, and then pursed his mouth and said: "I thought it was something strange, there are a few big living people with legs growing on them, I don't know which one to go to." Wandering around the area, or going to the Gobi Desert, making a fuss..."

"Boss Sikong doesn't know something."

Suddenly, another person strode into the courtyard, Gu Pan was extremely chic, his face was different from other rough and wild star bandits, a little more handsome.

This person looked arrogant and did not give up his hand, he said loudly: "We have a rule in the underground residence, you must go home before one o'clock in the morning, and it is forbidden to stay overnight or supper. And those three people did not return all night, something must have happened!"

Sikong narrowed his eyes slightly, looked this person up and down, and asked with a smile: "You, what's your name?"

The man squeezed his throat and said in a melodious tone: "There is a way that the bowed back is bright and the sword shines on the sun, and the autumn wind rides out of Shangyang. My name is Jian Zhaoshuang."

"Tsk tsk, you speak well, you are a learned person, it seems that you have studied for a few years?"

Jian Zhaoshuang laughed, and replied with some complacency: "I studied in university for two years, majoring in chemical engineering, and then I was idle and bored. I tried to poison all my roommates to death, so I didn't study, so I came to play as a star bandit." Play……"

Seeing that the two were talking happily, Hei Hu couldn't help but snort angrily, and raised his voice: "I'd like to ask Boss Sikong to investigate, whether those three are dead or alive, give us brothers one too." Confess!"

The star bandit, who has always been so vicious that he would sell his own parents, actually still talks about brotherly love?

"Yes, yes, yes! You should give us an explanation!"

"I have pity on my three brothers, they are probably in bad luck!"

"Hey, life is tough, we hard-working people..."

Almost all the star bandits started making a fuss, turning the usually quiet little foreign-style building into a mess, without any concern for the little leader Sikong's face.

There are even many people who are eager to try, with special expressions in their eyes, like carnivores, dripping sticky saliva, greedily staring at their prey.

"enough!"

Sikong stood up abruptly, threw the teacup down, and the boiled tea mixed with fragments splashed into the courtyard.

"What kind of place do you think this is! A vegetable market?! Who do you think I am, Sikong!"

Sikong's face was livid, his chest heaved violently, his eyes were filled with anger, and he glanced at everyone coldly.

The noise became quieter, and many people smiled strangely and looked at Sikong on the stairs sarcastically.

"I don't know who he is. All I know is that he is a tuberculosis man. He probably won't last long..."

The sarcasm was erratic, scattered among the crowd, and the person who spoke obviously used some small tricks, making it hard to argue.

'Shuh! '

The sound of the air waves was ear-piercing, and Sikong's figure flickered quickly, and he appeared in front of one person in a few blinks of an eye.

"Found you, little mouse..."

Sikong smiled coldly, Xuemei's eyes were full of evil spirits, and he shot violently!
Martial arts awareness!

Hundreds of explosive fists!
Before this person could react, his whole mind was plunged into a violent storm.

'coax! '

Like a meteorite falling to the ground, Sikong's right fist wiped out black burning mist, which directly caused a huge hole in the chest of this person, and the blood transpired into smoke, dripping freely on everyone's faces.

Sikong suddenly turned around, and the blood plum in his eyes was about to drip, as if it was still full of dew. Suddenly, a terrifying spiritual coercion came out of Sikong's body, causing the pervasive air to suddenly sink, and everyone's necks seemed to be covered Clenched tightly, it's hard to breathe.

There was even more intense evil energy intertwined, evolving into ghosts, wandering among the people, and their withered zombie-like fingers gently scratched their faces.

'thump! '

Many people collapsed to the ground, looking in horror at the Sikong who looked like a demon in the crowd.

Sikong walked up the stairs step by step, sat down on the silver-white armchair again, and said lightly, "I killed those three."

"The hyena stepped on me, the red devil spat at me, and Chuanhai cursed behind my back, so I killed them all. As for the corpse? I gave it to the ancient Buddha. If you have the heart, go for it... ..."

Sikong was sipping weak tea, his face was ruddy, and the corners of his mouth were still stained with oil, as if he had just had a full meal.

At this time, he took out the handkerchief slowly and slowly wiped the blood on his hands.

What is arrogance, this is arrogance!

Dan Qingzi stood in the crowd calmly, with an ugly expression on his face.

Didn't that person say that Sikong is just recovering from a serious illness and it will take at least a few years to heal?

But Sikong is full of energy now, and even looks a little fat, there is no trace of injury at all!
Killing a man with one punch, the aura is overwhelming, the villain's appearance is fully revealed, and he has clearly returned to his peak!

"Does anyone else need me to explain? But it's okay..." Sikong Wenrun smiled.

In the end, he stared deeply at Heihu.

Many people shuddered in unison and shook their heads one after another.

"Haha, Boss Sikong dares to love and hate, he is a man!"

"Yes, yes, yes! You are really a role model for my generation, whoever dares to make things difficult for Boss Sikong in the future, I will be the first to refuse!"

"Then we won't disturb Boss Sikong's elegant mood, and we will bid farewell, farewell..."

Many people were standing on tiptoe, fortunately they had never set foot in the courtyard from the beginning to the end, they fled in a panic at this moment, and they didn't look like they were menacing not long ago.

Black Tiger's face looked a little ugly, he slightly cupped his hands and strode away.

The crowd was surging, and Jian Zhaoshuang buried her head like an old hen hiding in her wings, but she never thought that a voice would suddenly sound——

"Jian Zhaoshuang? You stay..."

(End of this chapter)