Chapter 1172

Zhuoyang stands still, his scalp is like a crack, his face is frightened and twisted.

Although it was Spanish last night and Italian at the moment, the characteristics of a person's voice can't be changed. The sound line is him.

-- God, I peed for Maradona and gave him a fuck!

Zhuoyang suddenly stopped, but also a ghost chewed expression, the four people are inexplicable. After all, it's the king of the ball. Maradona reacted quickly. He thought Zhuoyang was shocked by his own king's aura and aura, so he stood up from the sofa very courteously, walked to Zhuoyang and held his hand kindly.

"Zhuoyang, don't be so polite. I have a little bit of vanity, but those are floating clouds. As the saying goes, the world is ours, yours, and ours. Come on, relax, be natural, be casual. "

The three biglias understood that Joo young was still shocked to see Diego. More proud than Gloria, a little bit of scheming pride.

Zhuoyang forced out a smile, which was worse than crying. "Respect Of Maradona Sir, ten It's a pleasure I Respect Keep talking... " Incoherent, Italian is also used.

"Where, where..." Before the voice fell, Maradona's face suddenly changed, and his expression was like Zhuoyang's paste and copy just now.

"It's you!"

"Not me!" That's a no brainer.

Maradona's head suddenly went out in a big circle, and there was a slight but clearly audible "Zeng -" in his cavity, which was as fine as the mosquito's chirp but with a lingering sound, and then the big glass window on the ground was "buzzing" and trembling. Maradona's racing, toad work is the sense of vision.

No, the old thing is to hold back!

Zhuoyang hurriedly takes back his hands and retreats like a frightened bird. Maradona's eyes were wide, his fists were full of smoke, and his voice was like a frog rolling on the mountain. "I killed you, ah --" he came after him.

Zhuoyang panicked, turned around and ran along the way. Maradona picked up a mixing rod in the biglia's club car and chased after him. The three of biglia were stupefied, and all of a sudden it was too mysterious.

Last night, Maradona and biglia drove four yachts to eat lobster on opposite Hamilton Island. They were separated from six swordsmen by a pile of rocks. Like Zhuoyang, the old horse drank too much wine to hold his urine. He was never modest. He went straight into the crack of the rock and hissed at the Pacific Ocean. Black lights, waves, he and Zhuoyang didn't see and hear each other, so it was.

Zhuo Yang peed and ran without trace. The old horse was so angry. It's not a good thing to say, it's too humiliating and it's too insidious. The old horse can only stifle himself and plunge his clothes into the sea to wash.

Back in the hotel on dent Island, the old horse threw all his clothes inside and outside, used a whole bottle of shampoo, half a barrel of soap, and two toothbrushes. Even so, up to now, he still has a smell of shame in his nose.

scarred Ribery is standing on the green and aiming at the ball. He sees his brother Zhuoyang running away like a bereaved dog. Before waiting for him to leave for fun, he sees a short fat man waving his club and chasing after him.

The scar blew up in time. "Your mother sells it!" Holding the pilling pole, he went up, and several other people realized that something was wrong. They quickly copied the guy and came over. Maradona was surrounded by Zhuoyang's five brothers, like five lions.

However, no one in the world knows you. I see it's this guy. He's five goons. If you want to change into someone else, you can make him fall to the ground in a blink of an eye, but the Polo king can't do it until he has to.

Six swordsmen are famous all over the world, and Maradona, an outstanding representative of young players, is naturally familiar with them. "It's none of your business, and don't fuck with it. I'm going to kill that kid."

The man didn't like to hear this. The second brother held his arms to his chest: "Mr. manadona, if you have something to say, don't shout, fight or kill."

"Yes, yes! If you have any questions, let's talk about them. "

"Our brother annoyed you with a clatter, saying one, one, one, one."

"Well, Mr. manadona, we really want to let you go. Are you sure you can beat Zhuoyang? You have to think clearly. "

"You..."

Grandpa is a smart man. In front of him, he has an extraordinary posture, which reminds me of Argentines, Spanish, short and fat fuck you! He quickly turned his head and looked at Zhuoyang, who was not far away, with questioning eyes.

Zhuoyang nodded secretly with a sad face. Grandpa Mo's head is as big as a wheel. He is not only the world's leading player, but also the least fuel-efficient lamp in the football world. He called for a voice. Do you believe that Naples and Buenos Aires can revolt?

"Mr. manadona, I wonder if you have any misunderstanding with Zhuoyang?" Grandpa said: "we meet by chance. We have to forgive each other. We all eat the bowl of football. Sooner or later, the mountains and rivers meet. You are a senior. We always respect you. So do Zhuoyang. "

Maradona was just stunned by the blast. Now I can see that the five little brothers will not let themselves go. Is it true that they can choose one out of five? The old horse is crazy enough, but obviously not the same."Well, I'll give you five little brothers a face today. I won't kill him. You let him come here, and I'll make it clear to him. "

"Very well, Mr. manadona." The second brother said: "although our six swordsmen are young and insignificant compared with you, we have our own discretion in our work and advance and retreat. I hope you'd better speak your mind."

"Right! We all play football, not black and astringent, not killer

"Mr. manadona, this kind of club is still very heavy, you know, or you can throw it away for a rest?"

"You are the elder. We can't believe you. The elder should look like the elder. Otherwise, we only recognize brothers."

Manadona's nose wrinkled: "hum!" "Bang bang" threw away the valuable mixed clubs, and then pointed to Zhuoyang: "boy, you come to my mother, let's make it clear The city will not fall the flag, the king of the ball is full of gas. The second brother stretched out his legs and kicked the club to one side.

Zhuoyang hesitated and wriggled. Seeing that Grandpa Mo nodded gently, he moved slowly.

"Lord, last night I......"

"Shut up!" Maradona, in front of the crowd to open the scandal, hurriedly to stop. "You go there with me." Reaching out to the yacht pier outside the stadium, his arms and fingers were shaking in anger. "Let's make things clear alone. I can't spare you if I can't explain it to you."

"Come with me!"