The man was wrapped in white mist, and his fists were ventilated toward Zhou Ming. Zhou Ming gritted his teeth and dissolved them one by one, but the man seemed to be crazy and only focused on attacking, looking like he was fighting for life. Zhou Ming had always wanted to see the man's face clearly. Even if he died, he would have to die to understand. Who was the person who attacked him was so cruel, and he was attacking his vitals.

In a short while, the man wrapped in thick fog punched more than ten punches. Somehow, the dagger thrown by this man would be blocked by the thick fog, but his man acted quickly, as if he was not controlled by the thick fog at all. However, Zhou Ming was in trouble. He just tried his best to support the inner elixir of the two demon foxes. Under such a strong fog, he tried his best to make his speed faster, but the man still punched several punches in succession, all of which hit his chest. Zhou Ming almost vomited blood in pain.

In this way, Zhou Ming finally couldn't stand it anymore. If he let him continue to fight like this, he would probably be beaten to death by him. He has been so passive, so he should take the initiative to attack and give him some color.

Thinking of this, Zhou Ming gritted his teeth and instilled all the true energy in his dantian into his arms. A steady stream of force rolled in his body. When the fist as big as a casserole hit him again, Zhou Ming suddenly stretched out a palm, clasped the fist tightly, then raised his foot, and kicked the man's waist. The man was not slow, and his body flashed and gently dodged. However, Zhou Ming's kick was just a false move. Then another fist hit their head without thinking. Because it was wrapped in thick fog, Zhou Ming couldn't see clearly. He only felt that it was the position of the head. When his hand hit it, it did not feel the hardness of the head. It seemed to be a little soft, and it should have hit the man's shoulder.

The fist containing the spiritual power of the inner elixir of two demon foxes is extraordinary. The punch hit the man, and the man immediately let out a muffled groan and fell to the ground. Then Zhou Ming rubbed his body, pressed the man's back with his knees, grabbed his hair, and said angrily: Where did the bad guy come from? He dared to break into a private house at night, but he broke into an official house at night. I don't know that this is Captain Guo's home, and he knows that the law is broken, and the crime is more serious.

Is Zhou Ming you a bad boy? The man under his knee suddenly sucked the air conditioner and asked. The voice was quite familiar, which shocked Zhou Ming. He grabbed the man's hair and lifted it up. He looked in front of him carefully and found that the man in his hand was actually Lao Liu's head. He was shocked and said quickly: Why is Mr. Liu you?

Isn't you a little brat or someone else? Take your hands away quickly. My hair is about to fall out. If you try harder, your hair will be torn away by you. Old Liu scolded and sucked the air conditioner.

Zhou Ming quickly let go of his hands, helped Old Liu up, and apologized repeatedly: Mr. Liu is really sorry, it's all my fault that I took too much action just now. You are not hurt, are you talking while diligently helping Old Liu to hit the dust on his body.

Old Liu held his waist, gasping for breath, his expression on his face was quite painful, and he slapped his body in pain, and he spoke for a while. How could you appear here, you don't sleep honestly in the house? What's the matter?
Chapter completed!