The fat dragon moved over slowly, and the fat on his body flashed and flashed, extremely disgusting. He walked over to the table and slapped it with a slap that nearly shook the teacups off the table.

"This master, you light!" The little guy stood next to him, and when he saw the fat dragon's obvious fault-finding appearance, he suddenly became anxious, and couldn't help but complain loudly. Then he was amazed to find himself flying, like a cloud in the air.

"Help!" he cried wolf, tears about to flow out. The screaming stopped abruptly, and his ass sat down on a bench impartially, unharmed.

"You!" The little guy didn't know that the other party was merciful, he glanced at it angrily, although he was unwilling, he still lowered his head and whispered: "I'll go and see if the dishes are ready, please drink tea first", and rushed out without looking back.

Looking at the fat man who was glaring at him angrily and his whole body was round up and down, He Jinshui laughed, he clasped his hands into fists, and said calmly: "Friend, do you have any advice?"

The fat dragon didn't speak, grabbed the teacup in front of him and inhaled it in one gulp, then grunted twice in his throat and spit on the ground. Then he squinted at the other party, pretending to be fierce and said viciously: "Lao Tzu is the magistrate of Pingyuan Town, and he suspects that there is something wrong with your kid, so he obediently follow us and accept the investigation." ”

The bald man and the dwarf were instantly furious, and when they got up, they wanted to beat them up. The black-haired young man stretched out his hand to stop him, quietly took out a stone and put it in the palm of his hand, and looked at him with a strange expression, but did not speak.

Feilong thought that his bravery shocked the other party, and said with a secret smile in his heart: "These birdmen, they look like dogs, but they are a bag of hollow straw, which just allows Lao Tzu to take advantage of it." ”

He was smug, the fat on his face swaying, and he gradually wandered, staring at the two women with squinting eyes. "Little girl, you look good, give Uncle a smile!" he pretended to be lewd and hugged Aimingjia's slender waist.

The other party's face turned red, and seeing that Lushan's hand was about to rub against his body, he screamed "Ah". Just when the big hand was about to be close to his body, the black-haired young man suddenly sighed and said softly: "Friend, you dare to eat even her tofu, I admire you!"

"Fart, such a beauty, why don't I dare to touch it!" The fat dragon opened his eyes angrily, hugged his slender waist with a slap, hugged it in his arms, and rubbed it triumphantly.

He suddenly felt that something was wrong, how could that delicate little lady have such a thick waist, and he couldn't even hug one of his arms. He looked down and almost lost his soul, and he was about to vomit out of his meal overnight.

I saw a huge monster that was rounder and fatter than himself, with an Adam's apple and a beard, lying comfortably in his arms, rubbing desperately against him. The fat on her face was squeezed together, covering her eyes, and she muttered to herself with a foul mouth, and said affectionately, "Oba, one of you." ”

"Ugly monster, get out!" the fat dragon wailed, using both hands and feet, trying to kick the other party out, but her strength seemed to be surprisingly great, no matter how she struggled, the stinky mouth was always getting closer and closer to herself, and even the vegetable leaves stuck to her front teeth could be seen clearly.

"Don't!" a feeling of vomiting rose from his chest and abdomen, and he opened his mouth uncontrollably, and he was about to vomit. At this time, a slap slapped him on the shoulder, and said loudly: "Friend, wake up!"

The scene in front of me suddenly changed, and disappeared along with the best ugly girl. The fat dragon looked around and was shocked to find that the people around him were poking and poking at him, with a look of disdain. He lowered his head and found that his arms were wrapped around his stomach, stroking back and forth, and this was where the fat touch came from.

He roared, his face red, and he rushed upstairs at an invisible speed, disappearing without a trace. Behind him, there were voices of people talking, and the voices of "perverted", "**** madness", and "midnight madness" were endless.

Seeing that his subordinates were so ugly, even the face of the temple was lost. Ferdinand finally stopped calming, threw down the cup casually, and strode towards He Jinshui and his party.

I saw that he was tall and tall, slightly thin, and the skeleton of his whole body was extremely thick, and he walked with a tiger's step, and his momentum was extraordinary, hence the nickname of the tiger.

He walked to the table in three steps and two steps, clasped his hands into fists and said, "Everyone, my friend drank too much just now, so he didn't hold back his mouth, and he was so offended!" he stretched out his bone-chilling slap as he spoke.

"Well said!" the black-haired young man smiled lazily, stretching out his slender finger to shake his hand.

The two slaps met in the air, and they all worked hard together and competed.

"Hey!" Ferdinand remained silent, with a cold light in his eyes, and gritted his teeth in his heart: "Fat Dragon, watch me avenge you!"

"Hmm!" The black-haired young man's eyes narrowed slightly, showing a lazy smile as always, but a flame flashed in his eyes, and he said disdainfully: "Xiaoxiang, you are more ruthless than your brother, you are almost hot." ”

The two slaps were deadlocked, and it was difficult to distinguish the winner in a short period of time. Ferdinand only felt that his bones were about to be crushed, and his dark palms were red in color, and they had begun to be seriously congested.

"Your Excellency is really good, my friend has not been wronged!" he smiled wryly and let go of his palm. The tremendous force that could almost break the stone and break the gold suddenly disappeared, and only the tingling pain told him that he had lost to a stranger in the power competition that he was proud of.

"He can't be a murderer, and he is by no means an ordinary person, who is he?" With this question, Ferdinand poured himself a glass of wine and said loudly: "Borrow flowers to offer God as an apology!"

"You're welcome!" said the black-haired man with a smile, reaching out to grab the glass, but when he was about to touch the wine glass with his palm, he was turned by the other party's wrist and dodged it directly.

"It's kind of interesting!" he said with a heartfelt smile, and his right palm brought out an afterimage, instantly sealing all the way of the wine glass.

But he didn't think that a golden fighting aura emanated from the opponent's palm, instantly sucked the cup, and kept jumping up and down on his palm, dodging left and right, and dodging his fierce attacks one after another.

"It's useless!" The black-haired young man finally stopped holding his hand, stretched out his right palm and wrapped around the opponent's arm, flipping it over and over again with a strange curve, drawing an arc.

"Woe!" Ferdinand felt that his arm could no longer be controlled, and no matter how much he struggled, the glass kept going towards the other's mouth. In the end, the black-haired man took a sip in the air, turned the wine in the cup into a trickle, and inhaled it into the air.

"Transferring flowers and trees!" he was shocked, and suddenly shouted, looking at the other party's black hair and black eyes, he remembered a person, and said loudly: "You are the Marquis of Yongwu!"

"Hey, is my brother so famous?" The otaku pinched his nose, squeezed his eyes and smiled: "I'm He Jinshui, I haven't asked your name yet, I don't know which master of the temple you are?" )