Disaster Artist

"Danger!"

Wei Dongmang exclaimed.

In this room, Ling Xiao's movements were a little loose; in the other room, the plaid shirt had already seized the opportunity, pushing hard with both hands to overturn Ling Xiao.

It seems that it should be a positive breakthrough.

The fist brought the wind, and it was so violent that the crowd of melon eaters in the coffee house could not control their exclamations.

but!

boom.

Snapped.

However, Lu Qian raised his hand to open the block, and he couldn't see how Lu Qian's wrist was flipped and suppressed. He grabbed the plaid shirt's wrist and twisted it in a blink of an eye, almost prying the plaid shirt up and down. In a second, you can see that the right hand of the plaid shirt is twisted by his side.

"what!"

"Ahhh!"

situation, reversal.

In the blink of an eye, the situation has changed, which is shocking.

"Help!"

"Surrender, I surrender!"

The plaid shirt wailed, and when he was suppressed by Ling Xiao, he looked like he was not afraid of danger, but now he waved the white flag without hesitation.

Lu Qian didn't embarrass the other party either, let go of his right hand, and was about to say something, and then——

Huhu.

trap!

Just as the right hand of the plaid shirt regained its freedom, he used the strength of his waist and abdomen to sit up straight, and his head slammed into Lu Qian's chest.

It's a bittersweet plan!

Obviously, this plaid shirt is also very tough-

"Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, I prefer to travel in the mountains." He dared to take the thief boat of Tao Ran, appeared in the coffee house, and participated in the chess game that framed Lu Qian, which also showed that he was not a good stubborn.

However, is Lu Qian unprepared?

of course not.

From the confrontation between the plaid shirt and Ling Xiao just now, it can be seen that this is not a soft persimmon, how could he beg for mercy because his wrist was twisted?

boom!

Lu Qian's left hand was blocked on his chest, and he forcibly endured the collision of the plaid shirt. His entire palm was aching, and even his chest was stuffy.

Damn it! He still underestimated the guy in front of him!

But Lu Qian also clenched his teeth, turned his left hand into a fist from the palm of the hand, exerted force, penetrated from the forearm to the biceps, and hit the elbow directly with a crook.

Seriously!

heavily!

Just like this, it hit the side of the head of the plaid shirt, like slapping a watermelon, making a muffled sound.

Then, take advantage of the trend.

Holding the neck of the plaid shirt with both hands, clenching his elbows, and turning over, he controlled the scene with a grappling and fighting posture, and began to cut off the oxygen supply to stop the subsequent resistance of the plaid shirt.

one second. two seconds. Three seconds.

The left hand of the plaid shirt quickly slapped the ground, begging for mercy and admitting defeat.

Lu Qian released his hands.

This time, the plaid shirt finally did not continue to resist, but just sat down, gasping for breath, breathing fresh air greedily.

He swears that just now, he deeply felt the energy bursting out of Lu Qian's forearm muscles, and it could really kill him. Nothing was joking, the whole head was buzzing, and the world was spinning.

The fear of death slashed his throat like a sharp blade, he could even smell the blood, and the cruel cold burrowed into the pores against his own skin. The darkness is slowly consuming itself.

fear?

That is not just a kind of fear, but a kind of surrender, which can't breed any kind of surrender that resists the mind.

Huhu.

Breathing heavily, the plaid shirt is thankful for his escape, and the entire back is soaked, as if it was fished out of the water.

In just three seconds, he felt that he really circled in front of the gate of hell.

He thought that Tao Ran's conspiracy was perfect enough; he thought that his disguise was clever enough; he thought that Ling Xiao's attack was strong enough; he thought that Lu Qian was smart enough to see through Tao Ran.

But, he was wrong, very wrong.

They have never seen the true face of Lu Qian. There are people outside people and mountains outside the mountains. Beyond the limits of their imagination, Lu Qian still hides more and more.

Although he tried to convince himself that Lu Qian should not have done stupid things in public and really made his hands bloody; but the breath of death was so real and so clear that he couldn't convince himself after all, the kind of death that was deeply rooted in his soul The deep fear has the power to destroy the world.

Help... help.

Flowing clouds and water, in one go.

From the plaid shirt's counterattack to the plaid shirt's begging for mercy, everything happened too fast, the exclamation was still surging deep in the throat, and the scene was already under control, so that everyone couldn't help holding their breath .

Silent.

Tao Ran's knees are shaking.

Devil, Lu Qian is the devil.

Seeing is better than seeing.

If I say that I just heard it before, no matter how timid and fearful it is, I have no real feeling. I always feel that the rumors have exaggerated the effect in word of mouth. One ten thousandth of Lu Qian's true face.

Tao Ran seemed to be able to see himself shivering and begging for mercy on the ground.

He wanted to tell himself that he could fight against Lu Qian, that he could fight against Lu Qian in a real fight and would never lose, but he knew it was a lie.

The kind of deep fear that made his legs like noodles, almost unsteady, and there was only one thought in his mind:

escape.

However, the footsteps could not move, which made Tao Ran fall into deep despair.

The only good thing is that Lu Qian's attention is now all on the plaid shirt, which gives Tao Ran a short breathing space.

However, the plaid shirt is finished, and the next one is me, what should I do? What to do? What to do? What to do?

Tao Ran felt that her bladder was out of control~www.readwn.com~ wheezing.

Whoosh whoosh.

There was a violent gasping sound of the plaid shirt floating in the air, there was no begging or surrender, no sound, but it was this gasping sound that made the tense atmosphere in the coffee house even more intense.

All sounds are silent.

There was no sound at all, and even the girl who was holding the phone to record the whole process was stunned. She couldn't bear to pretend that she was in a daze and stared at the scene that was happening in front of her eyes. Only the phone was still recording.

Lu Qian patted the palm of his left hand with his right hand and gave a soft applause.

The plaid shirt couldn't help but shuddered, the kind of fear deeply imprinted in his bones, piercingly cold, lingering, and he didn't even need to look at each other before he curled up uncontrollably.

"My dear colleague, there is no need for this. I'm not a devil, and I can't eat people. I just want to communicate well."

The plaid shirt was about to cry, nodding indiscriminately: yes yes yes, everything you say is right, everything you say is right.

Lu Qian pursed the corners of his mouth, feeling a little regretful, his mouth was full of sobs, "My tone is so kind, is it still not good enough?"

The appearance of serious self-examination made the plaid shirt shiver, from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, his knees and hands trembled uncontrollably.

"No...no, fine, everything is fine."

The plaid shirt said in a trembling voice, and finally turned his head to look at Lu Qian, and then saw Lu Qianxin raised the corner of his mouth with satisfaction, showing a smile.

Help!

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