Luo Youqing, the prince of paint, still has a conscience, knows how to ventilate and report the news, dial a phone, notify him, and shirk his responsibility by the way.

The owner of the club, who was shocked to hear the bad news, suddenly received such news, and suddenly there were dark clouds in front of him, and he said weakly to his subordinates, "Help me up", and the back of a high-powered telescope looked through the autumn water for a long time, and the service staff in the club looked at each other with a look of doom.

I'm afraid the name of the dead club is going to be confirmed this time.

Xiao Lang, another initiator who is about to be in trouble, is still rushing between the mountainside and the top of the mountain, competing for the third and fourth with his good friend Fang Nuochen, I don't know if he will feel very excited when he receives a call from Er Shao, and whether he will shout that slogan again:

"Petrel, let the storm come harder!"

A group of gentlemen ran the whole course with a roar, hearty, this kind of entertainment to death, can indeed make people's adrenaline soar, the whole body is refreshed.

Harahara Haruno took off his gloves, threw his helmet aside, loosened the headband, and his long hair fell on his shoulders like a waterfall, and the whole person was heroic and beautiful. A pair of deep and bright eyes that were born dark brown revealed a rebelliousness in her bones, and a piece of aggression was hidden in her eyebrows and eyes.

The leather one-shoulder cropped top jacket outlines her sexy collarbone line, cool and functional; A pair of camouflage cargo pants on the lower body, handsome and stylish; With a pair of Chelsea boots, the aura is full of aura, and it feels a bit rock'n'roll; The leather belt on the waist echoes the top, showing the waist and thin legs, which is really amazing, beautiful and sassy!

The head is slightly tilted to look into the distance, and the hair flutters messily with the mountain breeze, and there is a natural sense of strong momentum.

Hara Haruno stroked his long hair, took the towel handed over by the bewitching beauty and wiped his sweat, took a bottle of mineral water from the tray of the beautiful girl on the other side and threw it to the man leaning on the motorcycle next to him, and said with a smile, "Stone, thank you." ”

The nickname "stone", when Chi Shaogang recognized his ancestors and returned to Yongcheng, everyone shouted, not only because his name is Chi Tuo, and there is the word "stone" in his name, but also because of his temper, it is a stinky stone.

But today, up and down the city, except for Yuan Qingye, who doesn't nod respectfully and call him "Chi Shao"?

"Why are you still so sassy?" Chi Tuo lowered his head and lit a cigarette, not a lighter, but a special long-handled match. People like them come and go, and there is always a group of people around them who bother to inquire about their preferences, habits, taboos, etc., thinking what they think, and always wanting to be ahead of them.

That's it! Harawild Dead Pig shrugged his shoulders without fear of boiling water.

Chi Tuo scoffed. All the members of the entire Death Club put together on the scales, and they couldn't weigh Harano alone.

Everyone else is dying to find excitement, but she, that's just dying.

With a slight stroke, the flames rose between Chi Tuo's hands, and in an instant, his slender and calloused hands were dyed with warm transparency, which was in stark contrast to the coldness and sharpness of his temperament.

Chi Tuo wore a full-body black motorcycle suit today, sharp and slim, clean and neat, especially the cold and sharp eyes that were a little transparent, and he felt that he would be beaten if he looked at him more.

is different from Mu Jinzhi, Mu Jinzhi's temperament is also cold, but Mu Jinzhi is indifferent and noble, and his eyes are above the top, while Chi Tuo is completely like an inorganic thing without temperature.