Zhao San and the others came over. Except for the fat man, Zhao San and Chen Crook were both looking at this person with a bad expression.

You should know that this person is the most outstanding only seedling in the Ye family. If this person is killed, no matter whether the Zhang family is rescinded back to the mainland or all the ambitions and conspiracies against the Zhang family by the Ye family will disappear with his death.

After all, even if Ye Ba is extremely arrogant and proud, he cannot hide the fact: he is old

Like Zhang Shaohong, if you live for at most ten or twenty years, your body will begin to decline. No matter the background of the Zhang family and the Ye family, it cannot be erased in just twenty years. Just like a dynasty, there will definitely be a long process before the collapse.

"Huh? Why is this kid's skin better than you? Damn I thought you were already coquettish enough. It seems that there is still a mountain high." The fat man said to Ah Meng. He squatted beside Ye Jiu and pinched his fair face hard. Suddenly, two clear fingerprints appeared on his face, and the fat man claimed to be strange.

"Get out"

Before the fat man could react, he heard a muffled shout, and then Zhao San kicked his butt hard. Almost at the same time, the fat man felt a chill on his belly. Two layers of clothes wrapped in solid form had been cut open at some point, and a shallow knife appeared on the fat belly.

"Damn you, shameless, dare to plot against Fatty..."

The fat man's face was ferocious. He was really scared. If Zhao San hadn't kicked him out just now, he would have gone to see the King of Hell now.

Ye Jiu stood up from the ground, and the cloth strips tied to his wrist had been cut into two pieces at some point. There was a blade between his index finger and middle finger. It was the blade that almost cut the fat man's belly into two and a half.

Seeing this, Zhao San turned cold and he slowly touched the back of his butt. The desert eagle was behind him. Even if Ye Jiu was fast, he would not be able to get the gun in his hand.

Seeing that Ye Jiu had just woken up, there was a smell of gunpowder between the few people, Zhang Meng gritted his teeth and stopped him in the middle.

"I said everyone doesn't have to do this, they'll use a knife and a gun when they meet."

"Boy Zhang, please dodge. If I don't fight him to the death today, I won't call Master Buddha. I said, don't block Master Zhao's gun?"

The fat man pointed at Zhang Meng and cursed. He was actually a little scared. His reaction was not agile, otherwise he would not have suffered any injuries until now. But he didn't see clearly how Ye Jiu took action just now. If he really wanted to fight Ye Jiu to the death, he would not be willing to say anything.

"Zhang Meng?"

Ye Jiu frowned and looked at Zhang Meng, as if he had thought of him, and he nodded at Zhang Meng.

"Give me my quick snow knife back and give me some food."

Ye Jiu said this to Zhang Meng, but Zhao San sneered and rushed to say:

"Why? With your current prisoner status? Believe it or not, I can knock you down with just one shot."

Ye Jiu frowned and looked at the desert eagle in Zhao San's hand, as if he felt it was a little tricky. He stared at Zhao San, his eyes showed a look of surprise, and suddenly pointed at Zhao San and said:

"He is dead."

Zhang Meng suddenly felt creepy. Ye Jiu's expression was very serious, not like a lie at all. Could it be that Uncle San is really a dead person?

He thought that his third uncle suddenly felt fine after pulling the mandrill away. These were all questions. When he told Ye Jiuyi, the fat man's body couldn't help but tremble.

"Ye Jiu, please explain it clearly. What is going on?" Zhang Meng saw that Zhao San's expression was wrong, and seemed to be about to explode at any time, so he asked quickly.

"Has he bitten the corpses?" Ye Jiu frowned and asked expressionlessly.

"The corpse of the walk? Are you talking about those sand people? Those monsters that cannot be killed?"

"Well, I bit it. If I don't deal with it, I will die." Ye Jiu shook his head and said.

"Stop fooling me. The third master's own body is still unknown. A Meng retreats and don't fool him with anything wrong with him." Zhao San said coldly.

"Uncle San, don't interrupt. Ye Jiu, my third uncle, is he saved? If I can pull my third uncle, you can just ask any conditions." Zhang Meng felt that what Ye Jiu said was definitely not scary. He could see at a glance that Zhao San had a problem. This is not a fool. If I don't deal with it, I'm afraid that there will be a big problem in my third uncle's health.

Ye Jiu narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhao San. He hadn't spoken for a long time, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

Zhao San was about to speak, but he stopped Chen Crooker's eyes. He could also notice based on his feelings that what Ye Jiu said should not be a false statement.

"Fifty percent sure, one supply, uk2l, and my fast snow knife." Ye Jiu said suddenly

"good"

Without any hesitation, Zhang Meng agreed. In his heart, Zhao San's safety is definitely ten thousand times more important than those things.

"Take off your shirt."

Ye Jiu walked up to Zhao San and said coldly.

"I want to see what tricks you can play..." Zhao San snorted coldly and took off his shirt.

"brush"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a flash of white light and a bloody flower spurted out from Zhao San's abdomen. Zhao San groaned and the desert eagle in his hand immediately aimed at Ye Jiu's head.

Seeing this, Chen Cutezi and Fatty both changed their expressions and were about to step forward.

"Don't come over." Zhao San shook his hand and snatched the two of them, because he felt that if Ye Jiu wanted to kill him just now, it would be as simple as breaking a small hole in his abdomen.

Ye Jiu tore open the hole and swept the inside sharply. He didn't use a flashlight. It seemed that he could see something in the pile of intestines with his naked eyes.

After watching for two or three minutes, Ye Jiu breathed a sigh of relief and he said slowly.

"There is still a rescue."

He slowly penetrated his hands into the intestines, and the speed was not necessarily very fast. When his hands were pulled out, a long worm with a diameter of more than ten centimeters stuck in the tip of his fingers, two or three centimeters kept struggling on his fingers. As soon as they tried their best, the long worm's head was crushed.

Ye Jiu threw the bug on the ground with a casual move.

Zhang Meng and the fat man leaned over and stared at the long worm. The long worm was almost transparent, and green and sticky liquid flowed out of the broken head. The long worm was covered with dense legs that looked like centipedes. Zhang Meng felt a little furious when she saw it. Is this fucking bug really hooked out of Zhao San's belly?

"Is there any fire note?" Ye Jiu asked.
Chapter completed!