After getting rid of the troublemakers, the two returned to the starting point. At this time, Wan Qiang and Zhang Xiaoqiang got tangled. After fighting for a long time, they didn't see anyone tired first, but they were both hungry.
Zhang Xiaoqiang's body has been soaked with sweat, but wan Qiang has no sweat, so he begins to breathe heavily. When the two people breathe well, the scene is still in a mess. The wooden floor in the middle of the field can't be seen in good condition. It's all become the scum of broken rice head, and so are the tables and chairs. When they are mixed on the ground, they can only identify their former identities by their colors.
The two men fight from the center of the field to the wall. The wooden walls are broken, and the backstage is also exposed to people's eyes. One by one, the women in three-point style scream and flee to avoid the fight between them. Zhang Xiaoqiang and WAN Qiang forget to fight, and they don't care where they go.
"Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch... Touch.
Rice into the mouth, a big iron pot frame on his head, cooking pot like a helmet will frame his head, Wan Qiang in front of a dark, do not know what happened, anxious, the hands of the rice bag thrown out, scattered rice form a rain curtain like waterfall.
Zhang Xiaoqiang threw out the cauldron, covered his head and face with his left hand, endured the numbness and itching of rice, rushed to Wan Qiang who wanted to pull the cauldron off his head, pinned his feet between his legs, and took him to the ground.
The big pot hit the ground heavily and shriveled into a big piece. Wan Qiang let out a big, stuffy howl. He didn't think about how to pull the big pot down. He put his fingers into the big pot and tore the big pot open to show his face.
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't see it. Wanqiang could see something. He picked up a mop and was ready to storm Wanqiang's Chrysanthemum again. The mop was carrying a shadow and was about to light Wanqiang's Chrysanthemum. Wanqiang's rabbit kicked his leg and broke the mop. It hit Zhang Xiaoqiang's belly. Zhang Xiaoqiang slanted out and crashed into another room.
There are all kinds of wine cabinets arranged here. Most of them are empty. Only one wine cabinet is full of wine. Zhang Xiaoqiang is flying into the wine cabinet full of wine bottles. The wine bottles are broken one after another, and the wine spills out. Zhang Xiaoqiang's back is numb, slips, and lies on the ground. The wine cabinet shakes twice, falls down and hits Zhang Xiaoqiang's back.
The girl who bought the wine was hiding in the corner of the room. Seeing this, she wanted to rush up and pull out Zhang Xiaoqiang. She saw that the whole wine cabinet was silently dismembered into various shapes of wooden boards.
Zhang Xiaoqiang put the rat blade back into the leather bag, saw the girl who was ready to run, and made a gesture to her. He picked up a bottle of unbroken wine bottle, bit off the corked bottle mouth with his teeth, filled the bottom with broken glass, threw away the bottle, spit out the glass residue in his mouth, and rushed out again.
Wan Qiang didn't pursue him. Knowing that Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't die, he took the opportunity to eat rice with a rice bag. Then he heard a strong smell of wine. When he was still wondering whether to continue to eat rice or drink, Zhang Xiaoqiang rushed over again.
When he saw Zhang Xiaoqiang, Wan Qiang scolded him. He had never seen such a tough guy before. How to fight him, he was lively. Unless he used a heavy hand to kill him, Wan Qiang could not beat Zhang Xiaoqiang down.
Two people fight again, and a wooden wall is broken. They go back to the hall, and Zhang Xiaoqiang has no way to take Wan Qiang. Unless he uses the rat King blade, he will not try to beat Wan Qiang down. He does not want to use weapons until he reaches that point.
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