The black and white striped top has an inexplicable sense of disobedience, coupled with pants of the same color, which makes me dizzy after looking at it for a long time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A black and white "pillar" in the middle, with seven guys kneeling around them who dare not look up, looking down from above, especially like an enlarged rattle.

"One man and one arm, I won't wronged you, right?" Zebra pulled out his nail clippers from his bosom and carefully trimmed the nail cap on his index finger that was slightly protruding from his fingertips. "Shall I come or do it yourself? Ahem, I still don't understand your Donetsk rules. ”

"Master Bulao, let's do it ourselves!" Scar, who took the lead, had just finished saying this, and suddenly felt that the meridians controlled by strange techniques had returned to his control, and he was also surprised and didn't know the joy and worry for a while. Looking up at Zebra, the legendary Lady with the Rippled Bloody Hand was smiling at him, like a big brother next door.

Scar sees him making a "please" gesture at himself. Scar took out the knife from his arms, this is amazing, he is a guy with an open arms and a single hexagram, how can he hide such a sharp knife in his arms?

Scar trembled and stood up with the knife in his hand: "My lord, you look!" He gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and his hand fell with the knife, only to hear the sound of "Bang!"

"Sharpen iron like clay, good knife. The zebra didn't even look in the direction of the dagger, but listened.

The seven disobedient criminals all stared at the black and white stripes in disbelief, and for a moment, they felt that this adult was really as innocent and kind as he looked, and he was really about to pardon his gang.

Zebra bit his lower lip and frowned: "Your Donetsk rules are so strange, is this how Buu led the troops?"

Seven people didn't understand, Scar stood up a head taller than a zebra, and at this moment he was like a trained lark, and he didn't dare to breathe, and he didn't dare to ask if he didn't understand.

"You came by yourself, and that's what you used to do?" Zebra raised his eyebrows, and as soon as his voice fell, the seven people were dazzled, followed by the chaotic sound of "Ding Lingdang" iron bumping,

The spies only felt a chill in their chests, and there was no special feeling, and when they looked at it again, their worldview was subverted.

The sight of all the weapons piled up at their feet made them unforgettable.

"Click!" Zebra just finished the action of slamming the two crossbow machines in his hand, and he didn't aim at one of them, and "Rub, rub!" at the courtyard wall on his side, "Rub!

"Click!" "Click!" At such a close distance, the arrow rushed directly into the crack in the brick wall, splashing the ground with rubble.

The eyes of the seven widened, not knowing what he was going to do.

"I'll let you use this. "Zebra kicks and kicks the middle of the ground with a stone that is not slippery" for a limited time, a stick of incense, if you can't do it yourself, let your companions do it for you. ”

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Dagong Changbuu's right eyelid kept jumping. As sharp as he could feel the smell of blood wafting through the wind, even from the mouths of dead mosquitoes. To put it on hold in the past, this level of palpitations was enough for him to be in good hands for a while, but maybe it was because he was used to it, or maybe today, he just wanted to relax himself. A big stone in his heart finally fell to the ground, and he should relax for a while.

The house at my foot is certainly not newly built, and its exquisite decoration is definitely one of the best in the county, and I wonder what kind of calculation that "friend" has in mind? This year's grain output is not good, and if we want to monopolize certain supply and marketing channels, should I sell him face?

I didn't want to say anything, phew, phew, I didn't want to. At this time tomorrow, the unlucky nephew who broke the ****'s heart will marry a daughter-in-law, and it can be regarded as an explanation for my dead ghost sister.

"That's all I have for the rest of my life, hum," Buu was covered with a white square scarf, only revealing a pair of squinted eyes, staring at his hands with a sparkling light: "If you can live the rest of your life peacefully, it can be regarded as the old love of the guy above." ”

When I looked up, I saw that in the courtyard outside the hall, the two newly hired housekeepers were shouting at the people to move things.

"Light! This vase is an antique given by Master Liu on East Street!"

"Don't smash it! Crystal glass bowl, you can't afford to lose if you sell it!"

Buu was slightly in a daze.

"Uncle!" Marco was still in the unkempt white shirt, I don't know if he never changed his clothes, followed by Amer, who was tall and slender, and the movement of tendons and calves step by step did not drag down at all, showing superb waist and horse kung fu. Looking at Marco walking in front again, the standard hairstyle like the second ancestor, shaking his hands with his head held high, since he was abolished martial arts, his hands and feet were weak and the willows were blowing in the wind, and he couldn't say anything.

Buu looked secretly speechless, but listening to his daughter-in-law and so many subordinates scolding him inconveniently, he always had to consider the prestige of this precious nephew, so he could only worry in his heart: Mark, Mark, one day your uncle and I will die, what do you rely on to get into this cannibalistic society?

Seeing Amer again at this time, Buu has another hope: I hope that the daughter-in-law Marquet can hold up half the sky for him. At the very least, it has to be a reliable woman.

In fact, there was no other woman for Marco to choose, because the criteria were too harsh: no one in the Assassin Guild would marry anyone outside the Guild, and in order to have some weight in the Guild, he had to be at least a high-ranking samurai, the latter neatly excluding other women in Donetsk County.

"Great Tribute Chief!" Amer bowed on his knees, respectfully saluting, at least for now, the girl was still very well-behaved.

Buu took off the scarf on his face and greeted him with a smile, "Get up, it's almost a family, and you're still so polite?"

Marco shook his head, and his hair full of styling agent did not move in the wind: "Amer get up, what are you calling the chief of the tribute?

"Uncle!" Amer got up, this voice was kind and sweet, and when she stood up, she tore off the square towel on her face. The people of the Ethan tribe will only show their true colors in front of their own families, which is a rule handed down from their ancestors.

If you think about it, it makes sense, in case you go on a business trip one day, and someone who is about the same height and height as you comes, the same black scarf and masked, in the middle of the night, knock on the empty room where your daughter-in-law is alone...... The problem is further complicated.

However, when a certain level is reached, the removal of the veil becomes: a necessary form of recognition as a member of the family. At least for now, Amer not only changed his words very obediently, but also did not have the shyness of ordinary women, and took the initiative to take off the veil, which was deeply in line with Buu's heart. He now feels that his bullshit nephew has at least one strength: his ability to pick a wife is exceptional.