Chapter 61 Butcher

What Fang Bai couldn't understand was that Xia Chenyu was obviously not drunk, so why did he pretend to be drunk?

Did she deliberately give herself a chance to kiss Fang Ze? Or to test whether he will take advantage of her?

What is her purpose for doing this?

Fang Bai thought about it for a long time and couldn't figure it out, so he just didn't think about it.

Anyway, Xia Chenyu doesn't have any bad intentions. Since she wants to act, she might as well act with her.

In the process of acting, the two were pulling, hugging and hugging, and their bodies almost never left. Fang Bai could feel that Xia Chenyu's body was very soft and his waist was very slender.

After walking more than ten steps, Fang Bai felt that there seemed to be a pair of eyes watching him behind him.

The stronger the martial artist, the more sensitive the ability to sense the surrounding environment and Qi.

If Fang Bai, the owner of those eyes, has a killing aura, Fang Bai will immediately feel as if his scalp is numb, as if being stared at by a poisonous snake.

At this moment, that gaze gave Fang Bai a dull and peaceful feeling, so Fang Bai guessed that Xia Chenyu must be peeking at him.

"There are only two possibilities for her to peek at me like this: one is that I look pretty good; the other is that she likes me."

Fang Bai couldn't help but touched his face, and for the first time discovered that he still had the potential to be a little white face.

But immediately, Fang Bai began to tangle.

If the next time we meet, Xia Chenyu takes a stand and wants to soak in himself, what should he do?

Half-assistance?

As a man, that's too shameless, too cheap!

Righteous refusal?

That is a superb beauty, a fool would push it out?

Confused, Fang Bai left the community where Xia Chenyu lived and walked towards Zhongzhou Medical College.

The weather in June is already hot, especially in the afternoon, when there are few pedestrians on the street.

After passing the bustling Heping Street, as long as you walk through the bustling Flower and Bird Street in front, you can reach the street where the Zhongzhou Medical College is located.

However, Fang Bai did not continue to walk straight forward, but suddenly changed direction and turned into a cold side street nearby.

Seeing that he changed his walking route, the two black cars that followed him far behind hesitated for a moment, then continued to follow.

This small street is about 300 meters long. The west of the road is a wall of white and white, and the east of the road is a row of stores. The stores are occupied by several Internet cafes, and occasionally young people come in and out.

Fang Bai put his hands in his trouser pockets and deliberately slowed down, as if he was waiting for something.

One of the two black cars that followed behind stopped, and the other suddenly accelerated. After passing Fang Bai about ten meters, it was right in front of him.

The two cars were in tandem, blocking Fang Bai's front and back.

Fang Bai stopped, his eyes narrowed slightly, looking at a man who got out of the car in front, and almost laughed.

It was a man in his thirties, with lees, nose, and small eyes. He couldn't be more ordinary in appearance. If he didn't have a very recognizable head, it would be difficult to find him in a crowd.

That head is round and bright, shining in the sun, and in the dark night, it is simply a large night pearl.

The bald man is not tall, only about 1.7 meters, but the lateral volume of his body is twice that of Fang Bai, so the whole person looks like a very funny meat ball.

He wears only a black apron on his upper body, a pair of large pants underneath, a pair of flip-flops on his feet, and a cyan wolf tattooed on his left arm.

It's a pity that he has too much fat on his body, and most of the wolves tattooed on his arms are buried in the flesh, almost invisible.

A gust of wind blew head-on, bringing a bloody and raw meat smell from the bald man's body.

The smell reminded Fang Bai of those places in the vegetable market that sold pork, beef and mutton.

Looking at the way this guy is dressed, isn't he really a pig-killer?

Fang Bai thought to himself.

"I'm a pig butcher, and my name is Butcher!"

The bald man said expressionlessly, his voice low as if he was carrying two subwoofers with him.

Fang Bai finally couldn't help laughing.

I guessed right, this guy really is a pig butcher, he really lives up to his name!

"We don't seem to know each other, do we?"

Fang Bai didn't know the butcher, but in his eyes, he saw the killing intent, so he asked with a smile.

The butcher nodded and said, "I really don't know."

Fang Bai said oddly, "Then why are you blocking my way?"

"Because I'm going to abolish your hands and feet."

The butcher shook his right hand, and a pig-killing knife appeared out of thin air in his right hand as if by magic.

The pig-killing knife was about a foot long, reflecting the dazzling rays of light in the sun, but it was chilling on a hot day.

There seemed to be a bit of flesh left on the surface of the pig-killing knife, as if he had rushed over after killing a pig.

"I will use the tip of the knife to break your tendons and hamstrings... Don't worry, I have killed a lot of pigs, and I have a lot of experience. The knife is quick and light, so you won't feel pain..."

The butcher clenched the hilt of the knife, said in a sullen manner, and walked towards Fang Bai step by step, with a pair of eyes that were sharper than the blade's edge fixed on Fang Bai.

His steps are very steady, the distance of each step is the same, as if he has calculated it.

At this time, the two young people came out of an Internet cafe next to them. After seeing the massacre with a butcher knife in hand, they immediately ran back to the Internet cafe with pale faces, daring to show their heads again.

Soon, the doors of several Internet cafes were closed, and the Internet cafe owners and customers hid in the store, timid and trembling in the corners, and daringly leaned into the gaps of the windows to look out.

"Can you give me a reason?"

Fang Bai looked at the butcher who was approaching step by step, feeling the momentum he kept accumulating, and sighed, "I don't want to have my limbs cut off for no apparent reason."

"Because I'm a butcher!"

The butcher said proudly, "Does the butcher need a reason for killing pigs and sheep?"

"There really is no reason to kill pigs and sheep, but I'm human."

"In my eyes, there is no difference between people and pigs."

"You are lawless!"

Over the years, the chi-long pig-killing knife in the butcher's hand has been stained with the blood of the enemy and scared the courage of the opponent.

If Fang Bai was a little scoundrel, if he heard the word "butcher" and saw him walking over with a knife, he would have been frightened, crying bitterly, and begging for mercy on his knees.

It's a pity that Fang Bai has never messed around, and he is not a little guy.

It was the first time he saw the butcher, and the first time he heard the name of the butcher.

Perhaps because of the fearlessness of the ignorant, he was indifferent to the butcher's approach.