第一千二百三十四章丧心病狂(3/8)

                                                                                            唐宁胡子拉碴的，还穿着那一身破烂的衣服，破口大骂：“如果说念旧情，你们唐门的人为什么要将我给囚禁起来，还当试毒人？这分明就是没有拿我当人看。现在，又来跟我拉交情，我要把你们唐门的男人，一个个的都杀掉，女人一个个的都奸掉。”
                                                                                                                                                                “你……你别忘了，你也是唐门的人？”
                                                                                                                                                                “我不是，在你们将我囚禁在试毒房的那一刻起，我就不再是唐门的人了。”
                                                                                                                                                                唐宁眼神中透着凶狠，一字一顿道：“我是唐门的仇人，你们一个都甭想活了。”
                                                                                                                                                                嗖嗖！又是两只透骨钉激射了出去，唐平受了重伤，唐青刚才也是险险地躲过去。这回，他俩在一起，还怎么躲啊？
                                                                                                                                                                “快走！”
                                                                                                                                                                唐平一把将唐青给推开了，大声道：“你快报信啊，唐宁在这儿。”
                                                                                                                                                                噗！一支透骨钉，射入了唐平的胸口，他猛地往前一窜，又把另一支透骨钉给挡住了。等到他摔落在地上，嘴角流淌着黑色的血水，眼瞅着是活不成了。
                                                                                                                                                                “唐平……”
                                                                                                                                                                唐青很是激动，但是他知道，以他的功夫跟唐宁对着干，不亚于是以卵击石。他边往大厅里面跑，边从怀中掏出了一支烟花。这种烟花是特制的，不

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