&;b;&;b;&;b;&;b;“这个东西是什么啊?”
&;b;&;b;&;b;&;b;杨辰的手扬起来,一个血包,他手一捏,一大股的红色液体冒了出来。
&;b;&;b;&;b;&;b;啪叽!
&;b;&;b;&;b;&;b;杨辰将血包丢在了地上。
&;b;&;b;&;b;&;b;“这是什么个理?”
&;b;&;b;&;b;&;b;杨辰看着邵罗,“你来告诉我,这是什么理?”
&;b;&;b;&;b;&;b;其余的人都看着邵罗,等待着邵罗发话。
&;b;&;b;&;b;&;b;而这个时间里,红衣女人的一只手放在车里,手里有着一步手机,她在编辑着求救短信。
&;b;&;b;&;b;&;b;没人注意红衣女人了。
&;b;&;b;&;b;&;b;邵罗摸了摸脑袋,他喝问:“谁有刀?”
&;b;&;b;&;b;&;b;“邵爷。”
&;b;&;b;&;b;&;b;一人递过去了一把匕首。
&;b;&;b;&;b;&;b;邵罗掂量着