In ancient times, there was a single gun at the end of the Sui Dynasty to solve the double bravery, Luo Song Yuan to dominate Luo Shixin, a fierce and a mastery; Today, there are Hannover young heroes who break two crazy, yellow, white and black in the three primary colors, dirty mops and clever dung rakes and mud brooms.

Zhuo Yang held the blade in one arm, shouted and pounced on the battle group, and the broken mop was dripping yellow water all the way.

Coming near, a move to see the ** scumbag lion two will ride the horse back, and then a golden python will dance the weapon like a wheel, the mop on the mud yellow rainstorm pear blossoms all over the sky around the needle splashed around, the side of the Madi Fort idlers who stood around to watch the battle 'whoop ~' a strange scream, scattered in a hurry.

Looking at Zhuo Yang again, he raised his hands and dragged the fire to the sky, erected the scumbag in front of the palace, and then reversed and dragged his body, dragged and slammed the gilded rake rod, and said 'let go', and the dung rake 'meat-' flew up to the sky, crossed the mountains and crossed the ocean......

Hearing the golden lion guard behind him, Song Heizi shouted: "Split the head~", Zhuo Yang hurriedly turned his horse to the side, and at the same time pulled the scumbag uncle aside with the dragon tow in his hand, and the two narrowly avoided this force to split Huashan to save the old mother.

Before the shock was settled, another 'pluck your ears~'! Jinding Zaoyang Xuanhua big broom swept across with the wind and sand, and in an emergency, Zhuo Yang grabbed Uncle Scum, and the two of them lowered their waists at the same time, and the big broom of one of the four great gods of the sweeping world flew past the door of the two of them.

Zhuo Yang said that he was a practitioner, and the iron plate bridge was like playing, but Uncle Scumbag had never lowered his waist in his life, and he was as hard as chopping wood, with a moaning in his muffled hum.

General Song Hei swept thousands of troops into the air, turned around like Chang'e flying into the sky, the left hand of the blade handed over the right hand, and the smoke was billowing in an instant, "piggyback~"! Rounded up and hit Uncle Scumbag's calf.

Zhuo Yang pulled the Hun Tian mop and threw it on the ground, and then took root. Hearing 'Cang~Changchang~' Jin Ge Iron Horse, the big broom hit the broken mop crisply and abruptly stopped.

Zhuo Yang smashed his hanging leg on the broom stick, "You let go too!" The blade in the palm of Song Hei's third master fell to the ground in response, and was immediately kicked by Zhuo Yang and flew out of the battlefield. Like the phoenix winged gold dung rake, the Jinding Zaoyang broom also ended its only and brilliant short life and returned to silence and mediocrity.

Uncle Scum and Lao Song were still unrelenting after being separated by Zhuo Yang, and no one was a fuel-efficient lamp with their teeth and claws.

"Dad, I'm going to tear your mouth ......"

"See if I don't scratch you to death......"

Zhuo Yang was hit several times on the shoulder and buttocks, and he couldn't tell who hit him. Holy shit, endless, huh?

Push Lao Song away with one palm with his left hand, stretch back with the mop with his right hand, raise his legs, and shout: "Stop!!"

The three of them froze in time and froze there like sculptures. The picture looks like this-

Zhuo Yang's left hand white crane bright wings, his left leg pressed against Lao Song's chin out of thin air, and Lao Song took a lunge and tilted his head behind him. Uncle Scum behind Zhuo Yang stretched out his arms and picked up his orchid fingers, bowed down to collect the kitten steps, and the mop head that Zhuo Yang handed back was against Uncle Scum's stomach.

The spring sun shines through the gaps in the leaves, and the canal water glows with a little phosphorescence as far as the eye can see. In this situation, please automatically make up for the background music when Stephen Chow hooks Cecilia Cheung's chin with one hand.

One second, two seconds, three seconds ......, the people of Madibao who had just dodged the hidden weapon twisted and pinched again, and looked at the three people in the field hesitantly, I don't know what to do, everyone was thrown some yellow spots on their bodies, and the scene was smelly.

Looking at the three masters of Zhuo Slag and Song, in addition to the frozen posture, which is boundlessly cool, people want to vomit when they look at their faces all over their heads. Everyone looked left and right at each other, and their hearts said, "What should I do?" Pull or not? Why don't you go......

The diaphragm is just right, which will make everyone careless, but the three of them present a poignant balance, crumbling like tarot cards in the wind, and no one can bear to break this heartbreaking beauty.

The pepper veal steak that Zhuo Yang ate at noon was cooked and cut with a knife to nourish his face, plus a glass of cold milk. In the afternoon, my stomach was a little uncomfortable, and I was gurgling all the time. After exercising for a long time, coupled with the posture of opening and closing at this time......

'Porphyry~Porphyry~Porphyry~~~~~' A series of screaming thunder farts stood out, and Yin and Yang suddenly fell to B major in four or four beats.

The wind shape collapsed, the aesthetic artistic conception dispersed with the sound, and the humanoid sculpture melted and released.

"See if I don't scratch your ......"

"I'll beat ...... when I eat Dad"

In the blink of an eye, Zhuo Yang was punched several times, and even his head was slammed a few times, and he wanted to destroy these two cargo groups. threw away the urine mop that had completed the mission, set up Lao Song's two arms that were fluttering wildly, hugged his waist, and pushed forward and staggered a few steps before pressing the lion king to the ground. "Old Song, don't you calm down."

"Zhuo Yang, you don't care, you let me go, today is either his death on the day of the dog or the death of my day on the day of the dog......"

Zhuo Yang: "......"

Uncle Scumbag took the opportunity to take advantage of it, and kicked around Lao Song on the ground, and Zhuo Yang naturally became a pond fish that was affected.

"Are you all dead? Why don't you hurry up and stop the gentleman. "That nest in my heart.

A group of stunned goods who watched the excitement reacted, Rand and Ackerman rushed up and carried Uncle Scum's shrew punch, and the two joined forces to hold their own coach, one hugging the waist and the other hugging the chest.

Lao Song's strength was too great, and Zhuo Yang was pressed to the ground like a fish on a chopping board that was dying and struggling, and Zhuo Yang, who was pressing him, bounced up for a while, and bounced up for a while. Uncle Scumbag is definitely a crazy person, jumping and writhing desperately.

"Carl, Willy, you two let go, come with me to kill this donkey, Uncle Scum, I treated you well in the past......" How dare the two brothers listen to this, the three of them also fell to the ground together, Rand and Ackerman didn't let go, and were taken by Uncle Scum to the ground and twisted around together.

Both of them had some brute strength, and gradually became a little uncontrollable, and Zhuo Yang was tired and sweaty.

"You all calm down, calm down, okay?" Calm down, Uncle Scum and Lao Song are like two NdFeB magnets with extremely huge magnetic force, and they have to fight together if they play with their lives.

"Puffy, you go get some water, let them calm down, hurry!" With all his strength to suppress Lao Song, Zhuo Yang turned his head and yelled at David Lewis, who wanted to help but was at a loss.

Peng Peng was the most obedient to Zhuo Yang's words, and when he heard the words, he ran out, he was a clever boy himself, and he rushed directly into the small garden next to the corridor. In the middle of the small garden stood a water tap, and a plate of black-skinned pipes for watering the trees.

"Brother Zhuo, get up, watch me nurture them......" The little brother is good, he feels sorry for his boss. Peng Peng held the head of the leather pipe with one hand, and the water column shot into the air.

How dare you get up, once you let go of Lao Song, it will be like a tiger that has escaped from the cage, and it will take a lot of effort to subdue it again.

“…… You nurture yours, don't worry about me. "Zhuo Yang has a sense of righteousness and awe-inspiring tragedy, and a kind of desolation of Wang Cheng's self-sacrificing revolutionary heroism of 'shooting at me'.

"Okay!" has said it, Peng Peng is the most obedient to Zhuo Yang.

A cool water dragon poured over the face, dispelling the stench in the air and extinguishing all the fire of vanity.