At this moment, the purple clay tea cup in Ye Hao's hand was crushed by him.
"Brush brush--"
With his movements, purple clay fragments flew out, and the dozens of people who were about to pull the trigger had a little purple clay fragment on the pulse gates of their wrists.
A severe pain came, causing half of their bodies to get wood. Not to mention pulling the trigger, they couldn't even hold the firearm tightly.
Accompanied by the sound of ding dong dong, all the firearms in these people's hands fell to the ground.
This sudden scene made Fan Baitao's face look even worse than eating shit.
She was about to pull out the firearm that was placed on her waist, but Ye Hao had already wrapped a firearm with a tissue, then raised it and pointed it at Fan Baitao's eyebrows.
“The American firearm is really interesting.”
"If I pull the trigger, your head will explode like a watermelon, right?"
While playing with the firearm, Ye Hao walked forward with a smile and came to the place in front of Fan Baitao.
Fan Baitao's forehead was sweating coldly, but at this moment she still gritted her teeth and said, "My surname is Ye, can you still dare to touch me?"
With her words, dozens of people rushed in outside the box. These people also held special firearms in their hands, each with murderous attitude.
However, when he saw the firearm in Ye Hao's hand pressing against Fan Baitao's forehead, no one dared to do anything randomly at this moment.
"What? Do you think I dare not touch you?"
"At this point, are you still pretending?"
"Smack--"
Ye Hao smiled, and slapped Fan Baitao several times with his forehand.
"I'm touching you now, what can you do to me?"
"Prepare to scold me to death with your little mouth? Or kill me with your eyes?"
"If I could kill someone if I curse someone, I would have died eight hundred times, and it would not be your turn."
While speaking, Ye Hao reached out and patted Fan Baitao's face, and at the same time wiped the slap on her face with a tissue, looking like he was pitying.
This scene made Fan Bai Tao's face change again and again.
She only has one man in her life, and that is Shi Sansheng.
Other men should not touch her, even if they look at her, they will be punished and will be exterminated.
But now, she was not only flirted by Ye Hao, the bastard, but also slapped in the face.
This is simply unbearable!
"Ye Hao, if you have the ability, you can kill me..."
"Otherwise, I will definitely..."
Fan Baitao's mouth gritted his teeth.
"Bang!"
Ye Hao slapped again.
"Murder is illegal, don't you know?"
"Tell me to kill you?"
"Did you kill a torn shoe like you and dirty my hands, do you know?"
"Come on, kneel down now, apologize to Su Yangjin, slap yourself ten more, and admit that you were wrong."
"This thing just passed."
"Otherwise, I'm sorry, I can't get over this matter!"
Ye Hao grinned, his teeth were white and very beautiful.
But when it fell into Fan Baitao's eyes, it turned into white teeth, which made her shiver almost unable to help but tremble.
At this moment, Fan Baitao slid his left hand, and a small prayer wheel appeared, and then a crisp sound came out.
This sound is like an ancient call, with a bit of penetrating the soul.
And when he heard this sound, at this moment, something seemed to be reviving behind the bar...