Chapter 019

"What else? Some time ago, during the military exercise, my team decapitated the old monster of the Red Army. Now he is looking for trouble for me. I have no place to hide. I have to run to you. "

Speaking of this, pan Xiangdong's eyes flickered, and he turned away with his legs crossed. In his whole life, he was afraid of nothing. He was afraid that the old monsters in the compound would have nothing to do with them. But the No. 1 of the Red Army in this military exercise was one of them.

"That's it? You didn't do anything else? "

He is also pan Xiangdong's grandfather. As soon as he pouts, he knows what he wants to do. What's more, he and Lao Zheng are old comrades in arms who come down from the battlefield together. They just trouble him for the military exercises? Lao Zheng doesn't hurt so much.

"Hey, hey He who knows me is not like you

Knowing that he couldn't hide it, pan laughed twice at the thief and gave him a thumbs up. Pan gouged him out: "don't always talk to me. What have you done?"

Sun Tzu is good at everything, but he doesn't know how to respect the elderly, which is particularly bad.

"I didn't do anything. During the military exercise, I found that there were some good seedlings in the Red Army. I found an opportunity to dig all of them into my special forces."

Pan Xiangdong, with his legs crossed, casually took out his ears. He didn't feel what he had done.

"Cough What did you say you did? "

Almost let saliva to choke of Pan old cough stare big eyes, this still call didn't do what? Who doesn't know that Lao Zheng loves his precious soldiers most? All the good seedlings that can make him look up to must be outstanding. However, it is very difficult for the conventional forces to really have a few good seedlings that can be called the king of soldiers. He has been dug up all at once, and he has done nothing?

He wants Lao Zheng's life. Can he be spared? But then again, he is worthy of his great grandson for being able to successfully dig people under Lao Zheng's hands! good job!

"How many soldiers did you dig? Zheng Kairong didn't say anything, as for it? "

When it comes to this, pan Xiangdong is also upset. Is it easy for him to dig those soldiers? In order to let Zheng carry forward, he uses all his 18 martial arts skills. He drinks fast, and his stomach is perforated before he puts him down. It's hard to catch him when he's drunk. As a result, he still gets angry. I don't know when the old monster of the Zheng family will be able to calm down.

"Come on, you can't point out that it's the way of pouring down the stove. Lao Zheng can spare you. It's strange."

Sun Tzu is too proud to boast. He has to be inflated any more. Mr. Pan deliberately pretends that he has managed to adjust his breath. He sighs deeply. No wonder he always feels that his son is faltering on the phone recently. Xiangdong has really done a good job. It's no shame to him.

"Old man, why don't you talk to Mr. Zheng and tell him not to worry about me?"

Knowing that the chance of success is not great, pan Xiangdong leans on the table and tentatively says that if he is afraid, he is not really afraid. He just doesn't want to fight with those old monsters. It's OK to lose, but the big thing is to make them ridicule him. If he wins, he won't want to live a peaceful life in his life. Who are the famous bandits ？ In the war years, he was famous for eating more and occupying more. In the peace years, let alone playing with them, he was the one who lost or won.

"Go away, you can clean up your own basket. Labor and capital don't wipe your bottom."

Looking at him with feigned anger, pan stood up and left. Where no one saw, his old face full of chrysanthemum folds was full of smiles. Pan Xiangdong was trained by him, and his temperament was more and more like that of his youth. The more outstanding he was, the happier he was, although this kind of appearance seemed to be his mother's father!

"Grandfather, then I will live here!"

Yelling at the old man's back, pan Xiangdong sweeps the tomato in the bamboo basket from the corner of his eye. Feng Mou can't help crawling with evil spirit. There are also the little guy next door. He has to find a way to get it. It's rare to meet such an interesting baby.

"Whatever you want! Don't try to think about Zhouzi. "

As if he had eyes on his back, the old man turned his back to him for the last warning. Pan Xiangdong's ruffian smile made him know his decisiveness best. However, his grandfather seems to have forgotten that he was not a good boy when he was young. The more he didn't let him move, the more he wanted to move him. His heart itched.