"Oh, he's, today, sort of, whatever. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Lead Zinc smiled and came up to laugh, made another pot of tea, brought his own pot to the table, and sat down opposite the wild boar grass, "Didn't the plate just die......

"Yes," Chalk rounded his arm with an uppercut, and Kyle dislocated his jaw, "and died a terrible death!"

"Oh, oh," said Boar Weed, who understood it, shouted at Chalk's back, "Hit it hard!" and guessed with her toes that it must have been the witch who had done the eraser, which made Boar Weed more confident in making money in the fourth game.

"Hey!" Chalk elbowed Kyle's face, breaking the bridge of his nose several times, "Look, okay, you're just!"

"This fucking is called energetic!" "Wild boar grass patted the thigh" I don't usually see it, chalk this kid. ”

"Who's to say it's not," lead zinc agreed, "I waited in line for half an hour, and I didn't have a chance to intervene!" He took a cup and poured tea for wild boar grass, the smell of tea mixed with the smell of soot, sweat and blood all over the house was really strange.

"If you want me to say, it's true that you're lazy," Dali went to bury his head and add firewood, "Look at me, I can always find my place." ”

"You're showing stupidity, that kid's feet are already ripe, and no matter how hard you fan the fire, he won't feel pain. Lead zinc sneered.

"Ah, is there such a thing?" Dali didn't know whether to believe in the slippery loach of lead and zinc, and kept adding firewood to his hands.

"Ahem" the boar grass cleared his throat, the smell of which made him uncomfortable, "Yelia is okay, right? "The previous topic couldn't go deeper, the big stallion was a tendon, and the big stallion was beaten just to vent his anger, and he couldn't talk about the art of torture with them, thinking about this, the wild boar grass decisively switched to the aspect that he was more concerned about.

"Surely there will be no problem," said Vigor without looking up.

"Yes, yes," lead zinc echoed, "the poison was also given to her, and the rules were explained thoroughly,"

"How dare she be disobedient?" "Chalk "clicks" for the rest of his life and breaks Kyle's wrist.

"Ahh

"Ahh

"Yelia dare to be disobedient," Chalk said fiercely, "We brother don't care what kind of Aragorn bear she is, and she also does this to her twenty-eight-year-old little sister!"

Lead Zinc quickly raised the teacups on both sides to avoid the disgusting liquid that was flying out: "Can you take it easy!"

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No matter how lively the streets outside are, the underground corridor of the big competition field is still the same, if Li Gen knows that he missed such a grand shopping tide, he must be so aggrieved that he yells, in fact, he is very much like yelling now, but he doesn't dare, if he doesn't find the right way, it is very likely that he will never have the chance to yell again.

"Bump!"

"Lighten up! I know you have a lot of strength!" Li Gen lowered his voice and was almost used to speaking,

"It's not my fault, it's that this door shaft is too strong!" Cheng Biting Jin's voice sounded like a buzzing bumblebee.

"Grass, won't you block it with your hands?" Li Gen felt that if he went out safely, he would definitely find a wizard to tell his fortune, this Cheng Zhuangzhuang was not in conflict with his own characters, "If someone really wants to find out, the two of us are here, we can't eat and go around!"

"......" Cheng Yanjin is still skeptical, "No, the big stallion is quite interesting, and my father is ......"

"I know that your father is a great village chief!" Li Gen didn't bother to educate him, "Anyway, I'm in charge of finding the way, and you're in charge of being quiet, do you understand?"

"Oh, okay," Cheng bit the blonde in a daze, and suddenly reacted: "What are you fierce, believe it or not, I beat you?"

The courage of the two children is indeed admirable, but courage alone does not seem to save the innocent little witch.

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So a little bit of luck.

This underground corridor has many uses, except for the "VIP lounges" on the east and west sides corresponding to the two entrances of the big tournament - I mean that the VIPs can occasionally be forced to stay there to rest, and the "VIPs" are not allowed to go out and be beaten; the remaining compartments "branches" are mainly used to store all kinds of monster fodder, hoarded goods, weapons for martial arts, and all kinds of miscellaneous things. In the early years, when the big contest was not called the big contest - the big contest was an entertainment place established after the "big hunt" in order to promote the overwhelming victory over the demon beasts, the Aragonese warriors fought with the captured monsters here, and later through the "big hunt" to expand the territory successfully "humanized", the powerful monsters were so gray that they hid deeper into the Seine Plain, the monsters were not enough to see, and we gradually developed the "people and people" heads-up thrill project in the big contest for the rich - The site of the tournament was originally the front line of Aragon's battle against the Assassin Guild, a barracks for 20,000 men, and the underground corridors were converted from granaries and aerial bunkers.

The 275 20-square-meter cantonment caves can allow the incoming enemy to withstand a sneak attack with twice as many troops as the intelligence returned. The heavy domes of the Aragonese blacksmiths can block massive blasting weapons and even lava bullets fired by mage bands.

The manpower and material resources spent on such a fortress should not be underestimated, but now it is mainly used for entertainment.

To be honest, this kind of thing is still a very luxurious thing in Aragon, where human resources are extremely cheap and the power to buy and price goods is monopolized by a large number of people. At the same time, you can guess that the operating income of the big competition field is probably in the pockets of which big man with his hands and eyes is in the pocket.

Large stallion, wild boar grass. The two local gangster leaders of Aragon, who thought they were the "executors", "thugs" and "lackeys" of the feudal aristocracy, handed over all the work that smelled of blood to people like them, and in the eyes of the big stallions and others, Misato "looked up to them".

It's like the despicable and filthy deal that the big stallion is engaged in now, even if he beats him ten thousand times, this kind of "coercion of 'Yelia the Bear of Aragon' to fight fake punches, he will never dare to confess Misato." Of course, such an incredibly clever "good idea" would never have been "instructed by the always good-natured Misato".

There's a big thing to the south that costs a lot of money. Therefore, it is best to have several times the income of this year's survival game, which is the overall view of the feudal bureaucracy.

And the two women in front of them, the moment they faced each other, they both sensed the unsullied anger and the determination to share the same hatred in each other's eyes. The big stallion was also keenly aware of this, but he felt that it didn't matter, he was too confident. This kind of self-confidence not only stems from the fact that he has someone behind him, but also because he is very sure of his own clever plan.