Chapter 590

In ancient times, there was a single gun to solve the two Braves, Luo Songyuan to bully Luo Shixin, and a single gun to defeat the two braves. Today, there are young Xia Hanover who breaks through the two madness, yellow and white black people with three primary colors. The dirty mop cleverly divides the excrement and rakes the mud broom.

Zhuo Yang, with a single arm and a blade, shouts that the horse will jump at the battle group and the mop will tick yellow water all the way.

In the near future, a move to stir up the clouds and see the sun forces the second general of the slag lion to pull back his horse. Another type of golden Python entangles his body and dances his weapons like a ship. The muddy yellow rainstorm pear blossom on the mop splashes around the needle. The idle people of madibao standing around watching the war make a strange cry and rush around.

Look at Zhuo Yang again. He raised his hands and lifted the fire to burn the sky. He put up the Shuai doutian rake in front of the palace. Then he turned back and dragged himself. He grabbed the gold-plated rake rod and hit it hard. With a sound of "throwing his hands", the dung rake rose to the sky and crossed the mountains and oceans

Hearing that the Golden Lion guard behind him shouted at Song Heizi: "chop your head", Zhuo Yang hurriedly whipped his horse aside, and at the same time, he pulled uncle slag aside with a dragoon in his hand. The two men risked avoiding the effort of splitting Huashan Mountain to save the old mother.

Not to be startled, another "pull out the ear ~"! Jinding Zaoyang Xuanhua broom came with the wind and sand whistling. In an emergency, Zhuoyang grabbed uncle slag. They both lowered their backs to the iron bridge at the same time. The broom, one of the four magic soldiers in the sweeping world, flew past the front door of them.

Zhuo Yang said that he was a trainer. The iron bridge was like playing, but Uncle Zha never stooped in his life. It was as hard as chopping firewood. He groaned in his groan.

General song Hei swept away thousands of troops and turned around like Chang'e flying in the sky. His left hand turned to his right hand, and suddenly the smoke rolled, "take your feet"! Round the leg.

Zhuoyang drags a pestle to the ground, then roots. Hearing the "Cang - Jingle" golden iron horse, the big broom hit on the broken mop and suddenly stopped.

Zhuo Yang smashed his legs on the broomstick and said, "you'll let go, too!" Song Hei's Third Master hit the ground and was kicked out of the battlefield by Zhuo Yang. Like the Phoenix wing gold-plated excrement rake, the Golden Tripod Zaoyang broom also ended its only brilliant and short-lived life and returned to silence and mediocrity.

Dregs uncle and the old song by Zhuo Yang are still reluctant to leave, Zhang Ya dance claw who is not the fuel-efficient lamp.

"Dad, I have to tear your mouth..."

"I won't scratch you to death..."

Zhuo Yang's shoulders and buttocks were even touched several times, and he couldn't tell who was responsible for the fight. Fuck, it's endless, isn't it?

The left hand single palm pushes away the old song, the right hand hefts the mop to extend backward, raises the leg to rise the type, drinks a way: "stop!"

The time of three people's landing solidified, and they were fixed there like sculptures. The picture is like this -

Zhuoyang's left hand is white crane with bright wings, his left leg is against the chin of the old song dynasty, and the old song is bowing forward and leaning back. Zhuoyang's back uncle slag spread out his arms and picked up the orchid fingers. He bowed and tucked in his stomach. Zhuoyang put his mop head back on Uncle slag's stomach.

Spring sun through the leaves of the gap down, eyes and the canal water surface a little phosphorescence. In this situation, please automatically brain fill the background music of Zhou Xingchi when he single hand draws up Cecilia Cheung's chin.

One second, two seconds, three seconds Just now, the people of madibao who hid the concealed weapons came up again, and looked at the three people hesitantly. They didn't know what to do. Everyone was thrown some yellow dots, which made the scene smelly.

Look at the three masters of zhuoza song again. In addition to the boundless cool posture, they look all over their heads and make people want to vomit. We look around each other and say, "what can I do?"? Labura? Or you go

Diaphragmatic should not pay attention to people's filth, but the three people present a beautiful balance, which is as shaky as the tarot card in the wind. No one has the heart to break the heartbreaking beauty.

Zhuoyang's pepper steak at noon is a rare one. It's the kind with blood on its face and a cup of cold milk. In the afternoon, my stomach was a little uncomfortable, and I kept purring. After exercising for a long time, plus the open and close posture

A series of thunderclaps and shrieks emerged, and Yin and Yang suddenly fell to four beats in B major.

The pull style collapsed, the aestheticism mood dispersed with the sound, and the human sculpture melted and released.

"I won't scratch you..."

"I'll beat my father..."

In the blink of an eye, Zhuoyang received several more blows, even his head was beaten several times. He wanted to destroy these two cargo groups. Throw away the urine mop to complete the mission, open the disorderly arms of the old song dynasty, hold him back, push forward and stagger for a few steps, then press the lion king to the ground. "Lao song, just calm down."

"Zhuo Yang, don't worry, you let me go. Today is either his dog day or my dog day..."

Zhuo Yang: "..."

Dregs uncle seizes the opportunity to take advantage of greatly, around the old song on the ground fiercely kicks, Zhuoyang also became the pond fish which was affected naturally.

"Are you all fucking dead? Don't hurry to stop him. " That's the fire in my heart.

A group of stunned goods showed up. Rand and Ackerman rushed up to carry uncle slag's shrew fist. They joined hands to hold their own manager, one holding his waist and one holding his chest.Old song was so strong that he was pressed to the ground like a fish on a dying chopping block. Zhuoyang, who was pressing him, bounced up and up. Uncle slag is absolutely a person to go crazy, jumping and wriggling desperately.

"Carl, Willie, you two let go, and go to kill this donkey day with me. Uncle slag, I used to treat you well..." How dare the two brothers listen to this? The three men also fell on the ground together. Rand and Ackerman didn't let go when they died. Uncle slag took them and twisted them on the ground together.

Both of them have some brute force. Gradually, they can't control it. Zhuoyang is so tired that they are sweating.

"Calm down, all of you, will you?" Calm down, slag uncle and old song are like two magnets with extremely huge magnetic force. They will join together after playing their lives.

"Pengpeng, go get some water to calm them down. Hurry up!" Suddenly, Zhuoyang turned to David Lewis, who wanted to help but was at a loss.

Peng Peng is the one who listens to Zhuo Yang's words most. He runs out after hearing the words. He is a smart boy. He rushes directly into the small garden beside the corridor. In the middle of the small garden stands a water tap and a plate of black pipes for watering trees.

"Brother Zhuo, get up and watch me help them..." How are you, little brother? I love him. Pengpeng holds the head of the leather pipe with one hand, and the water column "splashes" into the air.

How dare you? Once the old song dynasty was released, it would be like a tiger out of its cage. It would be more difficult to accept it again.

“…… You don't care about me. " Zhuoyang has a solemn and stirring feeling of great righteousness, and a desolation of Wang Cheng's self sacrifice revolutionary heroism of "shooting at me".

"OK!" All said, pengpeng is the most listen to Zhuoyang.

A cool water dragon poured up, dispelling the stink in the air, but also enough to put out all the false fire.