Over the years, as long as Nanga Lodi closed his eyes, he would think of the lonely soul who died under his own gun.

Including the 12-year-old murderous boy.

When he died under her gun, that look was full of gloom, like a curse, and she couldn't live at night.

Every time she had a nightmare, Xinghao would gently hug her, pat her on the shoulder, and tell her that those people deserved to die.

Those people deserve to die if they do all kinds of evil!

This is the only excuse that Nanga Siming, Nanga Luodi and Xinghao can comfort themselves over the years, even if they later formed a regular army and were absorbed by the government.

As soon as Nanga Luodi regained his sanity from his thoughts, he heard Su Lazy's nasal voice.

"Sister-in-law, thank you for taking care of my brother, it's hard work."

Nanga Lodi snorted in satisfaction, curled his thin lips, and thought: It's not a dead guy with no conscience.

Before they could say anything, the two of them were frightened by Shan Moyan's scolding.

"Get down!"

Looking at the source of the voice, I saw that the man who was noble and unparalleled in the past was a little embarrassed.

The drunken Nanga Si Ming sat on the man's lap and hugged the man's neck as if he was a lover.

Nanga Si Ming pursed his lips and shook his head, his cheeks were red, "If you don't go down, you won't go down, I'm cold, I want to hug." ”

Shan Moyan was annoyed and pulled Nanjia Siming hard, but Nanjia Siming was very strong when he was drunk, sticking to him like super super glue, and he couldn't push it off no matter how he pushed it.

"I'll warn you one more time, get out. Nanga Si Ming, you drink a cup, I drink a cup. Even though I drank slowly, half a cup was not missing you. It's only been a few drinks, and you're going drunk? Hurry up and get out of here, or I don't guarantee I'll make something? Shan Moyan swore that he had never been so embarrassed.

Being molested by a man!

Uh, is that mouth kissing his neck?

A man who has never sweared, wants to swear, but he doesn't know how to say it!

He could only roar angrily: "Nanga Si Ming, you hate it." ”

Nanga Si was stunned and laughed very stupidly, "Ouch, you hate it too." ”

Shan Moyan had goosebumps all over his body.

Nanga Si ordered a hand to move off the man's neck, slapped it on Shan Moyan's sturdy thigh, and touched it.

"You said that your good wife didn't hold it, why did you come to meddle with me?" Nanjia Siming suddenly began to cry, and his tears were still wiped on the neck of Shan Moyan, a seriously ill patient with cleanliness.

Shan Moyan's brows were about to twist, and he continued to use his dark strength to push away the dog skin plaster Nanjia Siming.

Nanjia Siming's big palm touched Shan Moyan's thigh, and said vaguely, "You brought my ex-wife into my company, and I saw her two long white legs dangling in front of me all day long...... Dangling...... Want to touch ...... I can't touch ...... Do you know how much pain I have? ”

But Nanga's big palm continued to roam his legs, making him tremble involuntarily.

One in front of me is an ascetic boy, and the other is an evil and unbearable literary bandit, which constitutes the most beautiful picture.

The style of painting is strange, and it is rare to see it in a hundred years.

What to do in this case?

Of course, it's to take pictures and store evidence!

Su lazy "clicked" and took several photos with his mobile phone.

"Su Xiaolazy!" Shan Moyan's thick threatening voice sounded, and Su Lazy continued to shoot happily.

"Yes! Here it is! Husband, if you bear with me, I'll take a few more photos to save you. Su lazy immediately uploaded the cloud file after taking the photo.

Jokes, mighty and unyielding!

At this time, if you don't save more men's handles, she is a fool!

Nanga Luodi rolled his eyes, this pit husband's thing~