1821 You Are The Most Decent Man I've Ever Met
Zhan Fengzi is a rectum.
There were no twists and turns in his heart, and he didn't beat around the bush, so he directly retorted: "What is there to regret." ”
Tang Lu's mood was slightly relieved, and he heard her say again: "It's not a big deal." ”
Tang Lu: "......"
Zhan Fengzi dialed the water beside him, and suddenly smiled: "First of all, you are in line with my aesthetics." You also know what the people of the God of War look like, five big and three coarse. Also, if I were with them, I guess I would only fight every day. ”
As he spoke, he was unconsciously aroused by his thoughts, and Zhan Fengzi continued: "You are different. You're different from other men, you're the most upright man I've ever met. ”
Positive, right-looking, right-hearted.
Don't be romantic, don't mess with flowers everywhere.
Don't kill, don't use a weapon to kill.
To himself, self-discipline and hard work.
To others, do not complain, do not complain.
At first, when she saw him, she wanted to compete with each other, and secondly, she wanted to see if he was wearing the skin of a gentleman and doing villain things.
She was satisfied.
He is a gentleman inside and out.
Zhan Fengzi remembered the time when she chased and killed him, and was later chased and killed by him, and her face couldn't help but show a little nostalgia.
It's a good day to fight when you want......
After having Zhan Fuyao, he immediately became an old father who worries about his daughter every day, and he doesn't fight her at all.
Alas, what a melancholy.
Tang Lu stared at Zhan Fengzi's expression tightly, and seeing that she was a little distracted, he suddenly reached out and dragged her into his arms, leaned over and kissed her.
The little ones didn't notice their dog abuse.
Seeing a group of glittering spirit fish swimming in front of them, the group of little ones happily ran to catch them, and when they caught them, they stuffed them into the belly of the ink monkey.
The ink monkey was particularly excited: "The little ones, compete to see who catches more fish!" Catch it and put it in the chaos bracelet of the bad man and raise it, and you can eat it as much as you want in the future, squeak! ”
When the little ones heard this, they immediately rushed to fish.
Especially Xiao Kunpeng.
It is a big fish eater, and it is definitely the most profitable one to raise fish.
So, it rushed out first and opened its big mouth.
The schools of fish were sucked into its mouth one by one, and then, when it turned around and spat at the Chaos Bracelet on the ink monkey's hand, the fish fell one by one into the Chaos Sea inside.
In such a large area of chaotic sea, how many fish can be raised.
When it was finished, it flicked its tail and said to the ink monkey: "Help me take out all my balls, they can also play in the water." ”
The ink monkey casually took out the other two Jinpeng eggs and threw them to Xiao Kunpeng.
Xiao Kunpeng pulled them around in circles, and said with some loss: "I have ten brothers, but unfortunately the other seven are still in Xuanfeng Academy." ”
The ink monkey didn't care: "Xuanfeng Academy is the territory of stupid women, and they will come back sooner or later." ”
Xiao Kunpeng suddenly thought of something, and became happy again: "No sooner or later, as long as they break their shells, they will definitely fly back by themselves." ”
The ink monkey gave it a blank look: "You might as well not say it." ”
For more than 10,000 years, there has been no chance to break the shell, and when they break the shell, it is estimated that they will get the Year of the Monkey and the Horse Month.
As he spoke, the ink monkey took out the phoenix god egg and threw it on the back of the little Kunpeng, letting the little Kunpeng carry them around to play.
……
The cave is destroyed in all directions.
Luo Qingyin sat down cross-legged in the center of the altar totem in the square, concentrating and calming, extending his divine sense to find the whereabouts of the Phoenix Sword clone.
Suddenly, the ground trembled!
Mao Dun Literature