Special Solider in City

The gas that was blowing on his face felt ice-cold to the bone, but in Zhao Weidong's heart, it wasn't as cold as Zhao Zilong's voice.

His nose was filled with a smell that almost made him faint. In the lighter not far away, the flames were approaching him. If he got any closer, he would definitely make the gas tank spew out flames.

Zhao Zilong's voice came out, causing him to tremble, he anxiously shouted out: "Extinguish, quickly exterminate the fire machine!"

At this moment, Zhao Zilong turned his head around, looked at Liu Meiyan who had an anxious face, and suddenly asked: "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"What?" Liu Meiyan was startled.

Zhao Zilong shook the lighter in his hand: "As long as I detonate the gas canister, you will also die."

"Hiss!" Liu Meiyan was startled, and only then did she react.

That's right, if he really detonated the gas tank here, he might really be blown to smithereens.

Seeing her terrified face but her hands still holding onto Zhao Zilong's arms, Zhao Zilong let out a soft sigh in his heart.

He no longer understood why Liu Meiyan would do this. Why did she pretend to be confused when she knew she was cheaply on her? And now, she was risking her life to try to dissuade him?

She had feelings for him? Isn't that nonsense? They had only known each other for two days, how could she fall in love with him?

But no matter what the reason was, everything that Liu Meiyan had done, had moved him.

After taking Liu Fei's punch, the lady rushed forward with red eyes. Now, when he was in danger and his life was in danger, it was this woman who had pounced on him.

Whether it was his feelings or not, he had no way of resisting this woman. Even though he knew that the other party had practiced some bewitching arts, he no longer felt the slightest bit of loathing towards him.

Just when he was feeling complicated, Liu Meiyan suddenly raised her head, looked at him and begged: "I don't want to die, I'm afraid of dying, please don't let me die, okay?"

"You can leave."

"Then you will die."

With just one sentence, Liu Meiyan was no longer able to speak.

He looked at Liu Meiyan with a complicated gaze, then extinguished the lighter and shut the gas valve. Then he laughed softly, "I don't want to die either, so you don't have to die."

Liu Meiyan did not say anything, but she heaved a sigh of relief. Its huge chest was stuck tightly on Zhao Zilong's arm, but what it brought to Zhao Zilong was not an ambiguous feeling, but a sort of burden.

In order to shake off the same mental state, he raised his leg and released Zhao Weidong, at the same time turning his head to look at the right side of the wooden door.

The wooden door was brand-new. Shi Mu thought for a moment as he noticed the exclamation that came from inside when he shattered the glass. He lowered his head and asked, "Old thing, you sure know how to find fun?"

Zhao Weidong did not say anything and laid weakly on the ground. On his deathly pale face, his terrified eyes were closely staring at Zhao Zilong's face. He seemed to be about to say something, but in the end he was unable to speak.

"Who's inside?" Liu Meiyan was clever, and could hear the ridicule in Zhao Zilong's tone, he could not help but to raise his head and ask.

"A person that you would never have thought of." Zhao Zilong was puzzled, then kicked Zhao Weidong: "Baldy, originally, I did not want to take revenge when I return, but you really don't have eyes, tell me, how should I take care of you?"

"Chubby!"

"Bam!" Zhao Zilong kicked over, and scolded: "Who are you shouting for? Have you ever seen such a handsome fat guy? "

Liu Meiyan's mood was heavy just now, but after hearing Zhao Zilong's words, she immediately burst out in laughter, "Handsome and fat? You really have the nerve to speak? "

"Are you trying to take down my reputation?" Zhao Zilong frowned, but facing this lady who was still hugging his arms, he could not get angry. He could only vent his anger onto Zhao Weidong, raising his leg and kicking him twice. Only then did he viciously scold again: "Where are your trash sons?"

"I …"

"What the f * * k are you?" Zhao Zilong raised his leg and kicked, causing Zhao Weidong to roll on the ground. He looked to be in a really sorry state.

"Damn!" Zhao Zilong was just about to continue tormenting this Old Green Skin, but he suddenly cursed out loud. Then, he pulled Liu Meiyan back two steps.

"What's wrong?" Liu Meiyan didn't understand its meaning, and thought that Zhao Zilong had discovered a danger, so he asked in a hurry.

Zhao Zilong first slapped his nose a few times with his hand, then scolded: "This old thing, he piss off everywhere."

Liu Meiyan instinctively looked in that direction and discovered that Zhao Weidong's crotch was completely wet. There was still a puddle of water on the ground, which made him understand.

"Zhao Zilong!" After being kicked several times, Zhao Weidong did not dare to call him a fat guy anymore. He raised his head and shouted, "Don't go overboard."

"Damn, you old thing, you even know how to use words?" Zhao Zilong grimaced in laughter, he raised his leg and kicked, causing a brick to fly out, and smashed onto Zhao Weidong's shoulder.

Zhao Weidong was in so much pain that he cried out miserably. He hurriedly hid his body behind a gas canister.

"You think it's safe where you are?" Zhao Zilong laughed coldly, he kicked the brick on the ground, and it smashed onto the gas bottle.

Zhao Weidong was so frightened that his face turned pale and he anxiously shouted, "Don't smash it, don't smash it, is this a gas tank?"

"I'm not stupid, do you think I can't tell?" Zhao Zilong cursed loudly.

"But this thing will explode." Zhao Weidong was so scared that he was about to cry.

Is there something wrong with this kid from Zhao Si'er's house? He didn't know that the gas tank could explode, so how could he just kick it? He could hit it whenever he wanted to.

"Explosion?" Zhao Zilong snickered, and asked sarcastically: "Old thing, aren't you the one who isn't afraid of death the most? Are you afraid that this thing will explode? "

"Zhao Zilong!" Zhou Weidong was forced into a corner. He gritted his teeth and said, "What are you trying to do? But let me tell you, I will not tear down this house! "

"What does it have to do with you?" Zhao Zilong stared at him and scolded: "Old thing, I don't care about the matters between you and Hongtu Company, I am here today for my father."

"I didn't offend him!" Zhao Weidong felt even more stifled, and said with a crying face: "In all these years, I have never beaten him again."

"Bang!" Zhao Zilong kicked a brick out, and it smashed onto Zhao Weidong's forehead. He smashed the old man down onto the ground and started moaning.

Zhao Zilong exhaled lightly, and said coldly: "Baldy, back then, because I beat up your family's Third Baldy, you went and caused trouble for my father. "Now that your father is back, I'll give you three days to kowtow and apologize to my father."

After saying that, he turned around and left. He actually didn't say any harsh words.

Liu Meiyan looked at Zhao Zilong's back in shock, then looked at Zhao Weidong who was lying on the ground and moaning nonstop, his eyes rolled a few times, and then turned and chased after his.

"Zhao Zilong. You're leaving just like that? "

"Why aren't you leaving? Do you want him to treat me to a meal? " Zhao Zilong turned his head to smile, and his face actually no longer had that gloomy and cold expression from before.

"You … You're smiling so shamelessly."

"Lowly?" Zhao Zilong rubbed his nose, turned his head and asked Xanthoxylum: "Old Shay, with my face, it should at least cost thirty dollars a catty."

"Do you think it's selling meat?" Liu Meiyan was speechless, but when she turned her head to look at Zhao Zilong's despicable look, she was still amused.

"Sigh!" Even if I wanted to sell my meat, someone would have to buy it, no? " Zhao Zilong seemed to be a little depressed, but then his eyes suddenly lit up, and he landed on Liu Meiyan's body. He laughed and asked: "Why don't you buy me two catties."

"Sure!" Liu Meiyan glanced at Zhao Zilong's face, then said: "Sell your face to me first."

"I'm sorry!" Zhao Zilong's face was filled with apology. He said in all seriousness: "I'm not selling my face, I can only count on him to eat."

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Liu Meiyan to speak, he looked towards Jiang Lan who was at the door: "Jiang Dong, how about I give you a discount, twenty-eight kilograms."

Originally, he was only joking, he wanted to tease Jiang Lan who always had a cold face.

But he did not expect Jiang Lan to actually reach out and take out a cheque: "There is no need for the discount, according to the price that you suggested, I can count the money on the spot."

"Huh?" Zhao Zilong was immediately dumbstruck.

However, Liu Meiyan started to laugh out loud. She patted Zhao Zilong's shoulder and said smilingly: "Brat, don't think that it's easy to bully an ice mountain. If she recognizes you, she will really buy you."

"Why would you buy me?" Zhao Zilong was depressed.

Liu Meiyan looked at Jiang Lan who was still holding onto the cheque, and suddenly smiled as she moved closer to Zhao Zilong's ear and said softly, "Maybe seeing that your face is pale white, I want to buy your warm bed."

"It can't be?" Zhao Zilong was stunned, he looked at Jiang Lan and suddenly felt that Liu Meiyan's suggestion was extremely tempting.

If he could warm the bed of such a woman, many men would dream of it.

"Why not?" Liu Meiyan straightened her back, stretching lazily as if she was tired.

As she puffed out her chest, Zhao Zilong suddenly touched his nose and thought in his heart: Forget about giving Jiang Lan a warm bed, even giving this woman a bed should feel good?

Seeing his constantly moving eyes, Jiang Lan finally could not take it anymore, and took the initiative to ask: "Zhao Zilong, are you still selling this?"

"Sell it!" Zhao Zilong spat out that word fiercely, then shouted with righteousness: "But, I don't sell my skills."