One of them couldn't wait to stretch out his hand, but before he touched the meat of "Ji Girl", he suddenly flew into the sky, and it was the one who fell next to the second girl of Guess Boxing.

Giroud hooked his toes, feeling that what he had just kicked was just a grain of rice, and he basically didn't feel anything, he warmed up around the bonfire, and warmed up again, looking at a few big men stupidly, in the night, they didn't see clearly at all, how the first strong man didn't.

Giroud looked at the eyes around his body, still greedy, but smiled sweetly, he actually twisted his waist, swung his hips, and did not forget to stand up, the pair of heavy "guys" in front of him.

Then he happily hooked his fingers and let the big man in front of him approach.

"Color" is indeed not a good thing, but without "color", there will be many less messy things in the world, pure love, and the entanglement between infatuated men and resentful women, all of which are born from "color", but not necessarily all due to "color".

A strong man was already approaching in a daze, but he was slapped in the face by Giroud's understatement, the sound was not very loud, but the person rolled to the end of the street in the direction of the delicate palm, and could not see the end.

The other was too late to restrain himself, and was grabbed by Giroud's belt, thrown up several feet high, and caught by him like a doll, and the strong man in Giroud's hand let out a trembling scream, Giroud couldn't listen to it, and threw it again, but this time he didn't take it, and fell heavily at the feet of the rest of the big men, and there was no sound.

The remaining strong men finally came to their senses, and they remembered a name at the same time, "Transsexual Power Niang" - definitely not to be messed with.

At the same time, they remembered a passage from their hometown, "Color is also a kind of giving, don't give to those who don't deserve it, and color is also a kind of acceptance, don't accept those who don't cherish it." ”

They began to flee in panic, but the eagle was so frightened that it was not as good as the two brushes of the chicken.

The strong body, on the snow, even rolling and crawling, and issued a **-like cry for help, Giroud didn't want to let them go, stride to chase, but only chased a few steps, then shivered, and then looked, a good pair of "white meat balls" turned into a big belly, against the snow, I couldn't help but shiver again.

Why did his grandmother change back?

Giroud was depressed for no apparent reason, but fortunately a few of the big men had escaped, so he cautiously scurried behind the campfire and hid in a room.

Above the city tower, the snow and fighting outside do not seem to affect the atmosphere of pushing cards inside.

A man, a woman, an old man, and a man dressed in pink all stared intently at the stack of cards in the middle.

Then they took turns to draw three cards each, Gejie was lucky today, and he hadn't lost yet, because he was facing a group of people alone, he couldn't afford to lose, and if he lost, he had to jump off the city tower, not necessarily to fall to death, but it didn't matter if he died, face was very important, he had always told himself.

So, a group of people became three, and the rest all jumped off the stairs, and now, only the four of them are left, and the smallest jump is left, and the rules of the game are always the fairest, but the process is always so tortuous.

"Yay, Honjo is a 'leopard' again, you can choose a jumping building, or a bright card, point the smallest jumping building!"

Gejie's top hat pressed his long face deeply, and he said faintly.

He has touched the "leopard" many times, each time he told everyone with a little melancholy, and every time he didn't lie, this time the three of them really believed, they were hesitating, of course the small ones didn't want to show the cards, and the big ones were not confident.

But at this moment, the old man suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the throat of the man next to him, and the man next to him seemed to have been prepared, blocking the old man's eagle talon with one arm, and the dagger in the other hand stabbed the opponent's back with great speed.

If you are good at calculation, there are only two kinds of people in the world, one is a woman and the other is an old man.

The old man bounced up and dodged the stab, but the woman behind the man inserted an iron thorn into the man's waist early, and the man had already fallen to the ground before he could get up, and was kicked off the tower by the old man.

Now there is no need to face up, and everyone is relieved to start the next game.

Gejie threw a pair of twos and a four onto the deck, and seemed to feel a little guilty, his voice lowered, and he muttered, "I'm sorry, Honjo lied!"

Calculations, of course, will not do useless calculations, three people in turn to draw cards, this time the old man and the woman, can finally exchange eyes without blocking, they first looked at each other's cards, all smiled proudly, waiting for Gejie to look at the cards.

Ge Jie looked at the cards, only sighed softly, never looked up at the two, and said in a low voice: "Honjo is a straight son!"

The old man and the woman laughed knowingly, and they all smoked straights, the largest of which were straights—"circles, Kais, and sharps."

It's just that the woman smoked two plum blossoms and a square piece, and the old man smoked two square pieces and a spade, the old man was quick and quick, and exchanged his spade for the woman's square piece, and the woman saw that Gejie didn't find it, and she didn't care, anyway, their straight is the biggest, and this time they must jump off the building.

Before Gejie said the next word, they had already shown their cards, Gejie finally raised his head, saw the other party's card points, raised his top hat, held up the cards in a proper manner, and flipped them gently after changing, before he said sharply: "Straight flush, Yah-"

"Circle, Kai, Sharp", a color of hearts.

It's like a bunch of bleeding hearts, so that the woman's face, from a smug flush, suddenly covered with frost, it turns out that women are still not as good as the old man, and they can't complain about the countries in the world, there are so few women in power, and the old man is the majority.

The woman jumped off the building, no one wanted to look at the heart-wrenching picture, and there were only two people left in the city tower, which means that this long gamble was finally coming to an end.

The cards were shuffled and brushed, each person shuffled three times, two people were at ease to draw cards, three per person, when drawing cards was so excited, after reading the points, but it was indescribable.

But the old man looked ecstatic, threw the card in front of him, and sneered: "Leopard, sharp!"

The maximum number of points, no one can surpass it, I didn't expect the old man's luck today to be so good.

Ge Jie didn't look at his cards, admit that the person who loses the bet, should be so free, he slowly stood up, not yet straightened up, but heard a "poof" sound.

The blood drops that spurted out dyed the "tip of the leopard" red, and on the old man's chest, I don't know when, grew the tip of a feather arrow, which was also sharp, and the "tip" made him win, but this tip killed him.

He fell to the ground silently, trembling fingers, and touched the cards in front of him, I don't know if luck brought bad luck, or his life's luck was exhausted by this "leopard tip", he calculated his life, although unwilling, but also could not resist the sleepiness of death.

Ge Jie walked to the railing of the city tower, looked at the dead old man, seemed to be emotional, but also seemed to be sarcastic, and said coldly: "You won!"

Then he jumped off the castle tower, but it was the inner city, and in the blink of an eye he landed on the snow, then stomped a few steps, and slowly disappeared into the snow.

The long stick is mighty, as fierce as a dragon going out to sea, and the soft sword is cunning, drilled like a beaked bird peck.

This gang and soft, a man and a woman, and a husband and wife are really a natural pair and a perfect pair, and even Jiu Ze had to praise hoarsely: "What a tacit understanding!"

However, on the battlefield, if you praise your opponent, your opponent will not show mercy to you, boast about yourself, and you will not improve yourself a hundred times, and in the end you still rely on real knives and guns, and real skills.

Jiu Ze just couldn't help it, he didn't need the other party's subordinates to show mercy, he just wanted to teach the other party some lessons, and didn't want their lives, if he missed for a while and only stabbed one to death, would the other be grief-stricken?

So Jiu played very carefully, and until it was dark, there was no result.

Where the stick was sweeping, all the snow on the ground flew away, like the ash that burst out, splashing a high snow mist, and the long sword shuttled in the snow mist, never driving a single snowflake, the snow didn't seem to know at all, there was a sword light beside them, facing the flowing grass coat, stabbing madly.

Jiuze's wooden blade has never touched the stick, and it has never dodged the sword, and the fishbone sword is like a noodle, flying up and down under the snow.

And nine is like an expert in eating noodles, two "chopsticks", or pick or press, or pinch or prick, playing without eating, it is really sad as noodles, maybe it is still some strength and taste.