220 Mediterranean Hairstyles
"Get out of the way!"
At the same time that the two weapons flew out of Chen Wei's place together, the senior sister and junior brother who were fighting for Chen Wei's ownership were shocked at the same time and shouted out urgently. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info
Before the two of them could speak, Chen Wei had already heard the wind, and only raised his eyelids slightly, and he saw two shiny things, one black and one white, hitting him, and the speed of those two lights was extremely fast, and his hands and feet were now being held by the two of them, even if he wanted to, there was nowhere to hide.
"Down!"
Now it's not just Chen Wei who is in a hurry, but the senior sister and brother are also anxious compared to Chen Wei, and at the same time as the senior sister's word came out, the two of them pressed down with their arms together, and forcibly lowered Chen Wei's figure by a few points.
As soon as the figure was pressed down, there were two "swish" sounds on the top of Chen Wei's head, and then there was a chill on the top of his head, his heart was numb, and his eyes turned up to see a few strands of hair floating down.
Wait, what is this? Where did the hair come from? And what happened to the old man who just felt a cold scalp?
Looking at the fluttering hair like catkins in front of him, Chen Wei's heart rippled, and regardless of whether he was squatting or standing now, he reached out and touched the top of his head.
The first place to start was the hair, and some of it was a little prickly in the inside, and then a little in the center, Chen Wei's face immediately darkened - the center of the top of his head was slippery, although he rarely felt this feeling when he was so big, but it was a trace of haze hidden in the deepest part of his heart.
I still remember many years ago, when he was still a two-to-two boy who made him extremely annoyed, with extremely long hair, and it was also colorful, just like a humanoid parrot, Chen Chen gritted his back molars and called him: Long-haired thief!
Lao Chen is a good-looking person, so naturally he will not be happy with his dress, and when he has communicated with him many times without success, he resolutely "shaved" him on a dark and windy night, saved him from almost embarking on the road of killing Matt, and successfully sent him to Buddhism and became a little novice.
That time was both sad and sad for him, angry and helpless, in short, it was an unbearable time, although he didn't want to mention it, but every time he dreamed back at midnight, the big bald head that flashed with burning light woke him up, and Gu Ying's self-pity gnawed away at his self-esteem over and over again, so that the fault line on the twist of the relationship between him and Lao Chen continued to extend and expand.
Of course, it was a young man, and his self-esteem was just forming, both strong and fragile.
As for the moment, although he couldn't see it clearly, he just felt by his hands that he had imagined what it was like now—Natma's was the Mediterranean hairstyle that appeared in some hair growth commercials.
After figuring out his style, Chen Wei's heart was like hundreds of thousands of divine beasts stepping through his heart, and he couldn't calm down at all, facing this pair of senior brothers and sisters who had experienced the hairstyle of people in advance after middle age at a young age, Chen Wei just wanted to find a knife to thank them!
When Chen Wei was silently imagining his new hairstyle, the pair of senior siblings who were so grateful to him that they had greeted all eight generations of their ancestors were still fighting for his ownership, and they had entered the white-hot stage, and the surrounding circles of big trees had fallen five or six out of ten in their continuous struggle, and none of the remaining ones who could stand there were intact.
This new shape of the Mediterranean Sea made Chen Wei extremely angry, so angry that he forgot the difference in generation between himself and the two, and even forgot the difference in cultivation between himself and the two, anyway, it was just a sentence: his heart was very annoyed now, so annoyed that he didn't want to think about anything, he just wanted to overturn the two people in front of him!
"You two, Dutema's old man!"
His hands and feet were tightly tied, and Chen Wei, who had lost his freedom, could only shout out such a sentence angrily.
In normal times, Chen Wei's volume is still very limited, but at this moment, his voice is very loud, several times higher than usual, covering the sound of weapons colliding and weapons destroying the surrounding trees.
When Chen Wei's shout came, the two of them turned their heads to look at Chen Wei in unison, and when they came into contact with his pair of fire-breathing eyes, they were both stunned for a moment.
In terms of seniority, Chen Wei is far inferior to the two, and in terms of strength, Chen Wei, a young character who has only been in the door for a few days, is even more different from them, but when they meet his pair of fire-breathing eyes, the two of them don't know why, but their hearts tighten at the same time, and they unconsciously put away their skills.
"Chen Wei, what kind of tone do you have? Is this the tone of speaking to your elders? That's how your master taught you?"
The senior sister glanced at Chen Wei, shook the ribbon in her hand downward, and smashed it down with the leg connected to Chen Wei.
There was a muffled sound of "bang", Chen Wei was slammed to the ground, his back was hurt by the stones on the ground, and his internal organs were also shaken when he landed, and even the middle part of the person was implicated.
"Now you know how to talk to the elders, right?"
Before Chen Wei could sit up from the ground, Senior Sister's voice sounded again.
"That's it, didn't you hear what my senior sister said? Then again, since you don't like you like to see you, Chen Wei, this kid, still let me take it back. ”
Although he is a junior brother, he is very aware of the broken bowl in Chen Wei's hand, and now that he knows that the bowl is in Chen Wei's hand, he may watch that the bowl miss him again?
As he spoke, his arm swung back and pulled Chen Wei in front of him again.
Seeing that his palm was about to hold Chen Wei's arm, the senior sister also made the same move almost at the same time.
With a "hum" sound, the silk in the hands of the senior sister was pulled back, and with the wave of her left hand, she withdrew the hairpin in her left hand and went to the junior **** again.
"I'll wipe it, you two are finished? I said that you two will fight, and it has nothing to do with me? Tema's, you two didn't get hurt at all, but you two processed a new hairstyle for me, what's the name of this Nima? Anyway, even if you two Wang Xindan give me a whole good-looking hairstyle, I have no opinion, but the whole thing is like this, I'll wipe it!"
Before he could get up from the ground, Chen Wei shouted loudly, and his eyes were full of anger when he looked at the two.
"Ah, what, nephew, your hairstyle is completely accidental, we don't want to be like this, take a step back and say, I'm not without a little injury, you see, my nail is not broken...... Grass!"
The junior brother who was fighting with his senior sister heard Chen Wei's words and spoke embarrassedly, but before he finished speaking, he found that the fog rope on his hand had broken and let out an angry roar.
(To be continued.) )