In ancient times, there was a single shot and two brave men at the end of the Sui Dynasty. Luo Songyuan Ba ​​Luo Shixin, one fierce and one hero, one extraordinary; now there is a Hanover young man who defeated the two crazy men, three primary colors of yellow, white and black people, and dirty mops skillfully divided the manure and raked mud and broom.

Zhuo Yang held the blade with one arm, shouted and rushed towards the battle group, and the broken mop ticked the yellow water all the way.

When I came closer, I saw that the two generals of the scum lion were forced to retreat with their horses, and then the golden python ganged up and danced the weapons like wheels. The mop was covered with mud, and the pear blossoms were splattered all over the sky. The needles were splattered around them.

The idle people from Madiburg who were standing to watch the battle screamed strangely, and fled in panic.

Look at Zhuo Yang again, holding up the fire-burning style with both hands, holding the scumbag in front of the palace, then turning around and dragging him hard, and hitting the gilded rake rod with a 'shoulder', dung rake' meat-

—'Flying up to the sky, crossing the mountains and crossing the ocean...

Hearing the Golden Lion Pass guard Song Heizi shouted loudly: "Splitting the head~", Zhuo Yang quickly drove the horse to the side, and at the same time, he used the dragon in his hand to drag the uncle Zha aside, and the two of them almost avoided this move.

Strike Huashan to save my mother.

Before he could calm down, he shouted "Cleaning his ears~"! The golden tripod, Zaoyang Xuanhua, swept across the broom, wrapped in wind and sand. In an emergency, Zhuo Yang hugged Uncle Zha, and the two of them were down at the same time, and swept away the iron bridge.

The big broom, one of the four great weapons in the world, rushed over to the two of them.

Zhuo Yang was fine. He was a martial artist and was like playing with the iron bridge, but Uncle Zha had never been lowered in his life. He was as hard as chopping wood, with moans in his hump.

General Song Hei swept through the thousands of troops and left the sky, turned around like Chang'e flying in the sky, and his weapons were crossed with their left hand, and smoke rolled in an instant, "Take your feet~"! He swung it round and hit Uncle Slag's calf.

Zhuo Yang pulled the Huntian mop and rode it onto the ground, then landed on the ground and took root. He heard the "Cang~ chang~" golden swords and iron horses, and the big broom hit the broken mop and ended abruptly.

Zhuo Yang slams his legs on the broom stick, "You let go!" The weapon in the third master of Song Hei landed on the ground, and was kicked out of the battlefield by Zhuo Yang. Like the phoenix-winged gold dung rake, the golden tripod zaoyang

The big broom also ended its only and glorious short life, and returned to silence and mediocrity.

Uncle Zha and Lao Song were still unwilling to let go of each other by Zhuo Yang. No one was a good-looking lamp.

"Dad, I'm going to tear your mouth..."

"Look at me, I will kill you..."

Zhuo Yang was hit on his shoulders and buttocks several times, but he couldn't tell who was the one who was beaten. I fucked, it's endless, right?

Push Lao Song away with one palm in his left hand, and stretched his mop with his right hand back, lifted his legs and shouted, "Stop!!"

The three people immediately solidified and were fixed there like sculptures. The picture is like this-

Zhuo Yang's left hand radiates his wings, and his left leg is tilted out of thin air. Old Song holds his head up and leans his head up. Uncle Zha behind Zhuo Yang spreads his arms and picks up the orchid fingers, bows his waist and tightens his abdomen.

The mop head that Zhuo Yang handed backwards against Uncle Zha's stomach.

The spring sunshine falls through the gaps of the leaves, and the eyes and the water surface of the canal are phosphorescence. In this situation, please automatically imagine the background music when Stephen Chow raised Cecilia Cheung’s chin with one hand.

One second, two seconds, three seconds..., the Madibao people who were hiding from hidden weapons just now surrounded him again, and hesitantly looked at the three people in the field. I don’t know what to do, and each of them was thrown on some of them.

Some yellow dots are smelly on the spot.

Looking at Zhuo Zhas and the third master Song, except for his freeze-shaped posture, his head and face were full of people and his face were so full of vomiting. Everyone looked at each other and thought to himself: What should I do? Can I pull it? Otherwise, you go...

It's okay to be disgusting. Everyone doesn't care about the dirty things at this time, but the three of them showed a sad and beautiful balance, shaking like a tarot card in the wind, and no one can bear to break this heartbreaking beauty.

Zhuo Yang ate pepper steak for lunch, which was cooked at a minute, cut it with a knife and a bloody face, plus a cup of cold milk. My stomach felt a little uncomfortable in the afternoon and kept gurgling. I exercised for a long time, and now I’ve been doing it now.

The posture of opening and closing is showing off the air...

‘Boom~Boom~Boom~Boom~~~’ A series of thunder farts stood out, and the Yin and Yang were slammed and dropped in B major four-four.

The cool style collapsed with a bang, the beautiful artistic conception dissipated with the sound, and the human-shaped sculptures melted and dissolved.

"Look at me, you're so stupid..."

"I'll beat my dad..."

In the blink of an eye, Zhuo Yang was punched several times, and even hit his head a few times. He wanted to destroy these two groups. He threw away the urine mop that had completed his mission and set off the two swaggers of Old Song.

He hugged him in the waist, pushed forward a few steps, and then pressed the Lion King hard on the ground. "Old Song, can he be calm or not?"

"Zhuo Yang, don't worry, let me go, today is either his death or my death..."

Zhuo Yang: “…”

Uncle Zha took the opportunity to take advantage of it and kicked Lao Song around the ground, so Zhuo Yang naturally became a fish that was affected.

"Are you all dead? Why don't you stop me quickly?" I felt so angry.

A group of people who were stunned to watch the fun then realized. Rand and Ackerman rushed up and carried Uncle Scramble's shrew's fist. The two joined forces to hold their coach, one hugged his waist and the other hugged his chest.

Old Song was too strong, and being pressed to the ground by Zhuo Yang was like a dying chopping board fish. Zhuo Yang, who was pressing him, bounced up for a while, and bounced up for a while. Uncle Zha was definitely a man who was crazy, jumping and twisting desperately.

"Carl, Willy, let go, come with me to kill this donkey. Uncle Bad, I'm not doing anything bad to you in the past..." How dare the two of you listen to this? The three of them fell together.

On the ground, Rand and Ackerman didn't let go even if they died, and were led by Uncle Scrat to twist and twist together on the ground.

Both of them had some brute force, and gradually they could not control themselves, which made Zhuo Yang and others sweat.

"You guys are calm, okay?" Calm down, Uncle Zha and Lao Song are like two neodymium iron boron magnets with extremely huge magnetic force, and they have to fight each other even if they are killed.

"Pengpeng, go get some water and let them calm down, hurry up!" He tried his best to suppress Lao Song. Zhuo Yang turned his head and shouted at David Louis, who was helpless.

Pengpeng is the one who listens to Zhuo Yang's words the most. He runs out when he hears this. He is a clever boy. He rushed directly into the small garden next to the corridor. There is a bridle in the middle of the small garden, and a plate is used to water it.

Black-skinned tubes watering trees.

"Brother Zhuo, get up and see if I nourish them..." The little brother is so happy, I feel sorry for his boss. Pengpeng held the leather tube head with one hand, and the water column shot into the air "hush".

How dare you get up? Once you let go of Lao Song, it will be like a tiger that is riding from a cage. It will take even more trouble to try to subdue it again.

"...You nourish you, don't worry about me." Zhuo Yang had a tragic feeling of righteousness and a kind of desolation of self-sacrificing revolutionary heroism that Wang Cheng "fired at me".

"Okay!" Everyone said that Pengpeng was the one who listened to Zhuo Yang's words the most.
Chapter completed!