The poor dead ghost Mao Changsheng and the steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu flew around the forest and understood another scene-

Three sentences are inseparable from "fart", and he is the boss, called "fart boss", which is naturally logical - from shouting to shouting, from shy answering to being right, of course, it is also logical.

The nephew of the fart boss, known as the fart master, is also in the process of being cleaned up.

The fart master is young and gentle, with long hair and a shawl, like a woman but not a woman, when he is silent, he has the model of an artist and the demeanor of a hero.

When the excavator enters the barren forest, it is indispensable to do a warm-up exercise.

When the fart master started the excavator to turn left and right, up and down, and did a free warm-up exercise, the farmer's son, who was a good partner and good partner, had jumped off the excavator, loosened the belt, and squatted down in an old mound overgrown with weeds.

Last night, I ate the spicy "Shrimp Soldier and Crab General", my stomach hurt for most of the night, and in the morning, I was still in pain, and I always wanted to practice the squatting horse steps, and return everything I ate to Mother Earth.

As we all know, young people are super capable, and when they do this, they can often do that thing.

While the peasant children were very respectful, they suddenly took out their mobile phones and naturally opened the buckles.

When the excavator was on the excavator, the buckle had been "dingdong" several times, and the farmer's children opened the buckle, naturally they couldn't wait.

"Handsome, are you busy? I miss you!"

This message was sent by a beautiful woman with tender water and crisp breasts - whether it was really a man or a woman, God knows, but at least the buckle head is a beauty.

If it's an ugly girl, it's okay to slack off.

If the children of the peasants have already been in the sea, they can be completely neglected.

It's just that it was a message sent by a beautiful woman, and the person who received the message was a young man who was strong in blood and was particularly willing to think about the opposite sex.

So, the peasant children were overjoyed and couldn't wait to reply to the message in the form of typing: "Hehe, I just got off the excavator and saw your letter, I'm really sorry! Now, I'm while replying to your letter......

"Hehe, you're really—when talking to a lady, you have to pay special attention to hygiene!"

"Hehe, I must be careful! Oh, I have eaten too much spicy, I have eaten too many shrimp soldiers and crabs, and the I pulled out is also spicy and smelly, and my anus is about to tear - if I continue like this, I will have hemorrhoids ......" The farmer's child replied quickly, full of joy, like a jade spring breeze.

"Hehe, as soon as I hear your tone, I know that you are a rich man. It doesn't matter if you have hemorrhoids, with money, you can be cured of any disease. Oh, tell me honestly, do you belong to the second generation of the rich or the second generation of officials?

The peasant children were a little dizzy, hesitated, and replied calmly: "I am not the second generation of officials, nor the second generation of riches, but the nineteenth generation of farmers......

After typing these words, I was just about to press the prompt sent, and the bucket of the excavator came from top to bottom, from front to back, and had come to my eyes.

The excavator digs a person's body, just like a person poking the tender tofu brain with chopsticks, and the pure blue denim clothes on the body are just a film covering the tofu brain.

Without much effort, the excavator dug through the front and back of the peasant children, and then dug up some of the grass and loess on the old mound, and raised them in the void.

The peasant boy didn't have time to let out a scream, and the phone hit the ground, blood splattered, and he was whining and mourning.

The excavator's bucket pierced a human body suspended in the air, the excavator appeared stronger, and the person seemed more insignificant, as if a big monster in the wilderness, forked a small frog with a steel fork, and was about to prepare a barbecue......

The fart master was stunned!

At the same time, the iron arm of the excavator stopped in the air, the digging bucket naturally stopped in the air, and the good partner who died in the digging bucket also stopped in the air.

Is this a dream?

When I was doing a warm-up exercise for the excavator, the fart master was immersed in it, and he only felt that his driving skills had reached the level of superbness, and he was fascinated unconsciously.

Uncle asked him to learn the driving skills of the excavator well, he will definitely be able to make a lot of money in the future, and he will definitely be able to train him into a big man.

His uncle cared about him as much as he cared about the two uncles and sisters.

The uncle had no sons, only two daughters, so his concern for this nephew was extraordinary.

It would be nice to have a man like "Boss Fart" as a father.

It's a pity that his own father is a peasant similar to the legendary Wu Dalang, cowardly and incompetent, and he can't read a few big characters.

As for his mother, although he is tall and jade, he always harbors resentments, and he still has to keep old age with his father, and he always wants him to learn from his uncle, who is worth tens of millions......

Alas, everyone has troubles, and progress is greatness.

After the fart master found that his driving skills had improved greatly, he was so excited that he got carried away, started the excavator, and dug to the old mound-

Yesterday, the bigwigs came and pointed out the extent of the excavation of the cistern, and also explained the way to deal with the old graves: if no one came forward to make trouble, they should be abandoned and bulldozed, and the dry bones should be buried and pulled down; if anyone stood up and recognized him, they said that the government would pay 3,000 yuan for the relocation of the ancestral graves......

So, the first shovel that the fart master decided to show his skills wiped out the good partner who had lived together in the driving school for a year.

The fart master saw that he had hit his partner, and after being shocked, he stopped his iron arm and thought of seeking medical help, but he instantly despaired.

A person who can still be saved after being dug through the front chest and back by an excavator bucket must not be a person, but a ghost or a god.

In desperation, the fart master thought of legal responsibility.

Human life is at stake, will it be easy to understand?

Will it be sentenced to life imprisonment or the death penalty?

Who wants to lose their freedom for half their lives?

Who wants to be forcibly taken away from their lives when their minds are full of longing?

Can't be imprisoned!

You can't be deprived of your life!

What else can you do if you want that?

Ah, I'm sorry!

Ah, it's not that partners don't hurt people!

The fart master trembled, his legs heavy as lead, but after all, he jumped out of the cab.

Then, the fart master was panicked like a lost dog, anxious like a fish that slipped through the net, and fled away from the ......