David was tied up as a turtle with a shrunken head, and only his neck could move all over his body, and he immediately raised his head and scolded: "Why did I become a snowboard? Do you want to step on me and slide into the lawn 800 meters below? My belly will rub against the fire!"

"Frederick, how is this?" said Filia, fist-swinging. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

David struggled to raise his head and shouted with all his might, "Yes, knight, Lord, hurry up and educate this barbaric earl, and give him the Humanitarian Protection Law!"

"You can ski in the summer, why didn't you say it sooner, too!" said Filia, protesting solemnly, and began to crouch down and put on her skis.

"Why is the chief knight making a fuss!" David burst into tears.

Everyone lined up on the top of the mountain and was eager to try, everyone was on skis and poles, but Frederick was beside the Frenchman, who was stepping on white flowers, and he looked down happily and asked David, "Are you ready? We will be the first to reach the foot of the mountain! Come on! Mr. David!"

David was so frightened that his eyes were teary-eyed, and he cried out hoarsely: "I refuse! I won't play with you!

"It doesn't matter," Frederick comforted the frightened captives kindly, "though they have skis, but you have thick chest hair. ”

"Chest hair is a fart! It's chest hair and not a cuirass!" David's fur exploded in horror, but Frederick's ski poles were already poking into the grass and flying down the hill with David.

David threw himself to the ground and fell into the waves of grass. After being tied into rice dumplings, David was full of hydrodynamic beauty, like a penguin gliding on its belly, and began to accelerate through the waves!

So, David involuntarily rubbed the fat vines, turned into a fat speedboat, and sped downhill like a bamboo. The noisy wind straightened David's hair, and he raised his head in horror, and saw the boundless green grass rushing towards his face, the emerald green waves surging in his vision, his belly was smeared with grass juice, and the chest hair that was connected to the chest and abdomen was probably sacrificed heroically and rubbed into a smooth road.

David was so frightened that he let out a cry of mourning, and the pungent astringency of earth and green grass filled David's nostrils.

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"Yes, there's a curve ahead! slow down when cornering, you're pretty good!" said Frederick, who drove the Frenchman intently, and complimented him solemnly.

"Go over your mother's bend, you're going to die, whoever comes and takes care of this neurosis!" David's mouth was bursting with saliva, and he shouted heart-rending and grief-stricken.

Suddenly, Filia dragged the white dress of the hunt and flew to catch up with the other knights, keeping a relative stillness with Frederick, chasing after each other from afar.

"Frederick, you've gone too far!" Filia, her red hair fluttering gorgeously, but she turned her head and shouted, puffing up and denounced Frederick.

David shouted in ecstasy, "Yes, it's too much......!

"You're the first to start, Frederick, you're so cunning!" said Filia, protesting earnestly, demanding that Frederick respect sportsmanship.

David scolded Felia bitterly: "Focus on the wrong point, Lord Knight!"

"But even if you cheat, you won't win me, huh!" the knight shouted angrily, leaning and slowing down, his knees pressed against the curve, his skis peeling out the blades of grass like a blue wave. Then the beauty went away in style: "Goodbye!"

When David was in despair, he suddenly heard Frederick let out a roar that was not to be left behind: "Don't underestimate people, Fillia! Drift around the corner, and I will too! David, the corner is coming, slow down!"

The Frenchman raised his head bitterly and scolded: "Of course I want to slow down, I want to brake even more!! I'm tied up by you into a cone, I'll slow down with a barren thin?"

Seeing that the bend was approaching, seeing that the other knights were slowing down and making beautiful green waves, Frederick was so anxious that he was like a tyrannosaurus rex in a volcanic eruption, his eyes dragging the trail of the flames, and he let out an irrational roar: "Now that you know, let me act! Compared with skis, your only advantage is that you have your own braking device, Mr. David! Brake quickly! Prove yourself to me, prove that you are a little better than skis!"

David suddenly felt the bitterness and sorrow of life, and thought with tears in his eyes, am I a little better than skis.

Then Frederick gritted his teeth and shouted: "Damn, the automatic brake is out of order, so I have to do it manually!"

Without hesitation, he pinned his ski poles to the Frenchman's pants and stabbed David's loose with great precision. And Frederick quickly pulled the Frenchman's trousers a meter high, and then propped his ski poles into the trousers. The stretchy panties are stretched to the limit, like a spectacular marquee.

David only felt that his buttocks were crispy, and he was stabbed in by a foreign object, which was so refreshing, he suddenly raised his head reflexively, and a bright flush appeared on his face.

"Monsieur David, it's up to you! Don't lose!" Frederick stood with the ski poles in his white trousers and hunched over in the hunting wind, and impassionedly encouraged the flying Frenchman: "Let's make a perfect corner!

"I can't do it!" cried out David.

"You can do it!" Frederick adjusted the direction of the ski poles with enthusiasm: "It's going to start, prostate brakes!"

"Ahhh In the center of the trajectory that was crushed into a carpet of green grass, a thrilling deep ditch was carved, as if to announce to the world that there is really a stick, carved in the green grass, braking all the way through the hard work!

Mr. David's own braking system was not only successfully activated, but also performed excellently, more than a little stronger than ordinary skis!

Then, Frederick drove the hard Mr. David, drove into the corner, turned the ski poles fiercely, and suddenly turned the right rudder with full rudder, like a speedboat with a sharp turn, cutting up a rush of grass, and then perfectly cornered, leaving a continuous line of brake grooves, and chased Filia in front of him at a gallop!

Filia looked back and exclaimed, "You didn't crash into the curve!"

Frederick proudly clutched the ski pole stuck in the captive's buttocks, constantly adjusted the rudder, and proudly showed off: "Since it is heavier than skis, it must have a unique advantage! Mr. David's prostate brake system is unusually sensitive, and it is easy to operate!"

When Filia saw that David's pants were cutting through the turf continuously, she immediately blushed, protested in panic, and tried to reprimand: "Don't say such a nasty braking system out loud!

David held his head high in disarray and shouted in horror, "The brake system is wearing out! The brake system is failing! I can't slow down anymore!" )