Canglang's whole person hit the opponent's black big flank without dead ends, and flew back like an upside-down onion.

Fortunately, Canglang has also been practiced, and it can still be done after tossing and moving in the air a few times.

If that pesky black coat hadn't followed with him, he would have landed gorgeously.

It's a pity that he was thrown away several times by the other party with a broken big coat, like a roller coaster, and he got carried away.

The white foam in Canglang's mouth flew in the air, and in the small space, he still turned several times perfectly.

Rumble~

In the end, the other party actually showed mercy to his subordinates, and just threw Canglang back on the bed, face inward.

From beginning to end, the black shadow didn't turn his face to look at Canglang, and he didn't know what the other party looked like.

If the police ask him in the future, Canglang will have to suffer a dumb loss and consider himself unlucky.

After a long pause, it was almost certain that the figure had left, and Canglang turned his head to look there.

Sure enough, there is no one left!

"Ahem~"

He coughed violently a few times, as if he had been holding back for a long time, and his face turned red.

"This man is terrifying! A piece of torn clothes can be so fierce! ”

went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, only to find that his face was a little swollen, just like a gentle husband who was beaten by his daughter-in-law.

"Phew! What kind of mentality is this. Before getting married, he dared to boldly design his life after marriage. Phew~"

Canglang walked out of the bathroom, looked at the messy dormitory, silently picked up the broom, and cleaned up the log-colored waste paper balls scattered like flowers.

These paper balls were all left by Guo Xiang in the past, and of course, there are also a few small balls left by him.

There is no other meaning!

Who doesn't catch a cold a few times a year?

After tidying up the floor and table, Canglang rubbed his waist, a little soreness lingering in his heart.

"This man was really merciful, not only did he not destroy the furniture in the dormitory, but he also did not leave me too many dark wounds. I've been working for half an hour, and I don't think much of my waist! ”

Canglang picked up the enamel cup placed on the high pavilion, which was covered with a lid, which could not only block the dust, but also keep warm for a short time.

Therefore, when he touched the cup, he found that the tea had already run out.

After checking the kettle and a little more, he took out a few heart wolfberries from the drawer of his desk and replaced the original ones.

Grunt~

There was a burst of steam, and the white mist rolled in, captivating his eyes.

This white mist seemed to change, and it directly turned into a charming smiling face, grinning at the waves.

It's actually a little sweet, it seems to be a little similar to the legendary fairy sister, and a bit like his previous girlfriend.

Thinking of his dew-like ex-girlfriend, although he has no feelings, people are still emotional animals in the end.

Even if it is the abused party, abusing and abusing it, it will really produce a trace of habit.

However, these low-level feelings are not at all in the waves.

He was just curious about where the other party had gone after getting on the Cayenne S.

And why can the stupid people of the Crimson find out the information of their ex-girlfriend, doesn't it mean that any organization can get this information.

Thinking of this, he suddenly became a little worried about his ex-girlfriend.

Having this kind of thought in my head seems to be mentally retarded and undeserved.

But it's also a human life!

In case the other party knows that he values love and righteousness, and uses his ex-girlfriend to blackmail him, just like what Charles's gang did before.

To save yourself or not to save yourself? Do you save it every time, or do you save it randomly depending on your mood?

Why don't you change your mobile phone number!

I'm not a fire captain, so why do I keep worrying about the lives of others?

So many people all over the world!

The waves gurgled and drank water, their brains creaked and bubbling, and strange ideas kept popping up.

At this moment, the phone vibrated again.

Unknown number, unknown number again!

He glanced at it, locked the screen directly, and let it shake.

I turned on the computer and boarded Q, and the messy information kept flashing.

At the beginning, when he joined the Soul Removal Column Group and the Certification Column Group, Canglang was still very happy, as if he had found an organization.

What he did was also a major event of punishing the traitor and eliminating the evil and doing the right thing for heaven, but as this group of repeaters kept disturbing the morale of the army, Canglang felt scared when he saw the news in this group now.

Many of the ambitious goals set at the beginning have a sense of drifting away as the years erode and the spirits disturb them.

In addition, there are fewer and fewer interactions, and Canglang feels that he has once again fallen into some kind of street fighting that cannot be turned back.

Just like opening a bow and not turning back, this road seems to have only the fate of the elder brother except to the end.

"Alas~"

After a few silent words in his heart, he stopped thinking about these unhappy things.

He went to the end Chinese website and flipped through it casually, and actually found a few quite funny works.

"The First Chaos in History", "Stepping Back and Letting the Teacher Come to You", "The Player is Fierce", different eras, different themes, different types, different authors, and different endings.

The only thing that is the same is that on lonely and boring days, reading these books can relieve boredom and make you happy.

Life is already so helpless, if you read books and read some serious literature with bitterness and hatred, wouldn't you bring the pain in life into the book, and then feedback the sorrow in the book to your head.

Merge with each other, miserable!

However, although these books are funny and can cure unhappiness, Canglang does not plan to go in and read them.

Let's just talk about "The First Chaos in History", if you go in, what if you are taken down by the five-person group and detained inside.

There's a terrifying existence like Liu Lao Liu!

As for the latter two works, the game world is also portrayed very realistically, and the walking of gods and demons may not necessarily ensure his survival in the apocalypse, and danger can inadvertently take his life.

It's dangerous!

Dangerous place, can't go!

Otherwise, why bother to run back from the cafeteria and seek the shelter of the dormitory manager Mo Yan.

"Alas~ However, without skills, it's like forgetting to bring money when you go out. Although you can scan the code on many occasions, in case you encounter a place where you can't scan the code, do you brush your face? ”

Therefore, it is especially urgent to farm dungeons and get skills!

But these books don't seem to have any special skills.

Canglang's gaze skimmed over these books one by one, and he still couldn't make up his mind, and suddenly saw a work out of the corner of his eye.

A monkey, carrying a stick, looked very unhappy.

It hit Canglang's heart at once, and he felt like that monkey.

He decided to save the unhappy, so why not be a Monkey King?