"Big, white, vegetable!"

A heavy snort sounded, and the figure of the Chinese cabbage Xian Zihang appeared at the door of the office, angry and a little proud: "My Chinese cabbage has been sealed by the slap boy Jinkou Yuya. Therefore, Bo's jade cabbage is me."

"National treasure jade cabbage!"

"You also deserve to be a national treasure, jade cabbage?"

Xian Zihang was suddenly furious, and turned his head: "Why don't I ......?"

Suddenly, Xian Zihang stood still and looked at me, and his eyes fell out.

"Child's ......"

"Two arms!"

Squinted at the two-armed young man's cabbage, and raised his feet to the second floor.

"Hahaha...... I'm a two-armed cabbage. I don't hear it. Just slapped the boy himself."

"Slap boy? Where, where? I'll see, I'll see."

"The cabbage told me to go out, and I want to ask the slap boy for an autograph."

"I want it too, I want it too."

"You also deserve to ask the slap boy for an autograph? Pull it down."

The ears were full of the gibberish of the two-armed youths, and suddenly a stern voice came, "What are you doing? Do you still need discipline in the examination room? If you don't want to take the exam, give it to me."

In less than two seconds, the stern shouting suddenly screamed, "What? Slap Boy? Where is it? You all go back and sit down for me. I'm going to find a slap boy...... Ask for a signature and shake hands. I'll shake your hand when I get back."

"Hah!"

"Hahaha!"

"It turns out that the overseer is also a fan of the slap boy."

"Nonsense. The whole headquarters, up to the 90-year-old grandmother, down to the 19-year-old newcomer, which is not a fan of the slap boy."

"In the past fifty years, who dares to slap the bigwigs of the competition committee, who else is there!"

"Since the comprehensive assessment was held at the headquarters, there have only been five triple crowns in individual sports. He's the sixth!"

"In terms of score alone, his score has surpassed the top three and ranks second."

"Do you know how hot the slap is now?"

"Tianhong Sanhe, the major generals and generals fought for him."

"Just Zhu Dunru's poem. I am Qingdu Shanshuilang, and the Heavenly Sect divides and is crazy. I have been granted a rain branch wind coupon, and I am tired of staying in the clouds to borrow the moon chapter!"

"Just one word, crazy!"

"Your poem is outdated, and Pan Xiaoli from her daughter country gave her a poem, which is worthy of the slap boy's compulsion."

"What poem?"

"Except for the triple snow on the monarch's body, who in the world is worthy of ...... White!"

「***！ Cock exploded!"

"It's a real bunker. ***！」

"Hello, Pan Xiaoli's poem is good, but there is an even better one."

"Hurry up, read quickly."

"Speed, speed."

"The mountain is in my arms, and it is in my dreams."

「***。 The dick exploded."

"That's a good one. The atmosphere is surging and lingering. Hey!"

"Who wrote this? Is there a full text?"

"Who wrote it? Such awesome poems, apart from Lin Chaoxi, Mu Qingqing and Leng Yue, who else can write them?"

"It must be Lin Chaoxi. It's her. Her literary brilliance is convincing even to the two arms of the Old Summer Palace."

"I think it's the cold moon! She's the number one talent in the headquarters!"

"I think it's also a cold moon."

"I think it's Mu Qingqing!"

Just when a group of two-armed people were arguing, a cold and murderous rebuke exploded in Building No. 4.

"I didn't write it. I can't write such a disgusting poem!"

Hearing Mu Qingqing's voice, I immediately felt an ominous feeling and immediately decided to go to the toilet.

But in the next second, another serious and stern voice stopped me.

"Battle 444

Friendly!"

My eyes drooped slightly, and Mu Ran turned to salute the empty valley Qingsong standing at the door of the conference room, and responded with a tense face, "Battle No. 5 is friendly."

Pan Xiaoli, the intangible cultural heritage female Gu master, stood quietly, with a proud demeanor against the ginkgo tree behind her, enchanting, beautiful and sassy.

It's just that in the eyes of the king of the daughter country, the eyes that reveal it are so evil and obscene!

You just think I'm a royal brother?

I almost didn't sing and quietly asked the holy monk if my daughter was beautiful!

Outrageous!

After this round, go back and design a custom maid outfit!

"Comrade 444. There are also two rounds of jousting. I'll stick with it until the end. I must defeat my comrades once."

Pan Xiaoli Ruifeng's eyes looked at me without blinking, full of perseverance and strength: "Please comrades-in-arms must go all out!"

"Otherwise, I won't be reconciled!"

The words of the intangible cultural heritage female Gu Master are full of tragedy, and there is a bad intention to die with me.

In three rounds of martial arts, I scored 370 points. According to the agreement between me and Pan Xiaoli, she has already lost!

Lost so much that the pants are gone!

Not only did she lose without pants, but even Lin Chaoxi's little north nose Huang Shengyang lost!

Want to win me in the next two rounds, unless the Suns come out on the west side.

I nodded calmly and replied with my head held high, "I will definitely live up to the high expectations of my comrades."

"Please rest assured, comrades. Every time I draw my sword, I will return with blood!"

The king of the daughter country didn't seem to hear the meaning of my words, and put down his hand heavily and took the initiative to shake hands with me.

There is a point of worship, a point of admiration, a point of admiration.

Three points of wishful thinking!

The rest is all Chi Guoguo's ulterior desires for me!

"Thank you, comrades, for your hard work."

The beautiful goose egg face is a little downcast, and in the heroic eyebrows, there is no confidence and pride in the past.

It can be seen that the woman is a good woman and Pan has been hit hard!

At the beginning, this heroine who fought the world and killed a river of blood from other races gave me a war letter, but it was written that I tried to see today's geography, and it turned out to be the bold words of the world.

Now, three rounds have passed, and the woman Pan hasn't even seen my taillight.

This kind of slap in the face is so cool!

After shaking hands solemnly, I asked Pan Xiaoli seriously, "Please ask my comrades-in-arms. That song, except for the triple snow of the king's body, who in the world is worthy of white clothes, is it written by comrades-in-arms?"

"Yes, comrade 444."

Pan Xiaoli responded with a solemn expression: "That day, my comrades-in-arms handed over the task, and I saw that my comrades-in-arms were covered with mud. The mud reminds me of the heavy snowfall that night last year."