1932: Is this a treatment or a joke?

Is this a treatment or a joke?

"Zhonghao, zhonghao, how are you?" His brother-in-law was also frightened. The beating just now was extremely satisfying, and he lost his sense of propriety in his excitement. How did he take a picture of that place? what if the great elder's family had no descendants? how would he explain himself?1

"I ... I'm fine. Brother-in-law, did it break?" Ling zhonghao woke up and asked weakly.

"No, this ball of air is moving too fast. The surface area of my palm is too small. Why don't we try to hit something with a larger surface area?" Seeing that Ling zhonghao seemed to be fine, his first uncle let out a sigh of relief and said.

"That's fine too!" Ling zhonghao hesitated for a while and then said while gritting his teeth. Although his brother-in-law didn't hit the right place, the pain had weakened a lot. It seemed that this method was still effective.

"Wait a moment, I'll go find a hand-fitting weapon." His brother-in-law said as he walked out of the room.

Soon, Qin Gang's brother-in-law came back with a pair of eight-edged purple gold hammers in his hands. Most Warriors used swords, but they actually used sabers. It was really rare to see people using this kind of weapon. However, the area was indeed big enough, even bigger than a pumpkin.

"Brother-in-law, are we really going to use this thing?" Ling zhonghao swallowed his saliva with difficulty and his vision turned black.

"This thing is big enough. Don't worry, I've practiced it for a while before, so I'm familiar with it." His brother-in-law waved his eight-edged purple-gold hammer so vigorously that not even a drop of water could leak out. He accidentally missed the target and smashed a big hole in the wall with the hammer.

Ling zhonghao had some confidence at first, but when he saw this scene, he felt his whole body turn cold.

"I haven't practiced for a long time, so I'm a little rusty. Don't worry, I'll get used to it soon." Qin Gang's brother-in-law laughed in a simple and honest manner. He danced a few more times and was ready to start.

"Hold on, brother-in-law, can't you be gentler?" Ling zhonghao looked at the hole in the wall and said helplessly.

"Yes." His brother-in-law nodded and raised his Golden Hammer.

"Wait," When the big Golden Hammer fell halfway, Ling zhonghao shouted again.

"What now?" Qin Gang stopped in time and asked with some dissatisfaction.

"Other places can be shot, but this place can't be smashed anymore, or else it will really be wasted ..." Ling zhonghao clamped his legs tightly, his tears glistening, his expression was full of sorrow.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing!" After saying this, Qin Gang's brother-in-law smashed his hammer down.

"Wu ... Hu ..." Only to hear Ling zhonghao's sad cry, he was smashed to the ground along with the bed.

Ling zhonghao trembled as he raised his head and looked at his brother-in-law with grief and indignation. Didn't you say that you've practiced and that your hands are familiar? Didn't you say that you knew your limits? This was clearly the rhythm of smashing people to death.

"I'm sorry, I was too excited and attacked too hard. There won't be any problems next time. " Qin Gang's brother-in-law said apologetically and raised his Golden Hammer again.

"Don't ... Don 't!" Ling zhonghao was scared out of his wits and crawled out with all his limbs.

"Believe in brother-in-law, there won't be any problems this time." His brother-in-law caught up with him in a few steps.

Trust you? It would be strange if I believed you! Ling zhonghao finally understood that finding his brother-in-law was a huge mistake. This guy's words were not reliable. Even if he was going to die from the pain, he was not willing to be smashed to death by his brother-in-law for no reason. He waved his hands and desperately tried to escape. As he ran, he begged,"no, please, please, let me go, brother-in-law."

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