Chapter 417： Mingguang Special Tourism Project (Part 2) (1/2)
”Ah, monster, eat me a super electromagnetic cannon!”
The youngest, always dragging two green noses, the gourd baby screamed while carrying a musket longer than his height.
”No buttons~!”
”No buttons~!”
One side of his mouth is still quite skilled in simulating the gunshots.
This man is too young to be able to go to heaven with just a shot. Even his mother can't cure him. Who dares to insure his gun?
Qin Sheng teased,
”What the **** is the super-electromagnetic gun? Gatlin knows... the one with the blue fire, that thing is cruel!”
The gourd baby was instantly as cold as an ice sculpture, and her face was stretched as religious as a believer.
”The electric light pulsating between your fingers is my unfailing belief in this life. Only my super-electromagnetic gun will last forever!”
Qin Sheng laughed and laughed, ”Snivel baby, I believe in your evil.”
The gourd baby yelled angrily,
”Stand in the glorious world, play the sound of heaven, and accept the trial, you lunatic.”
”The second battalion commander, the little master's Italian artillery, bombed this turtle grandson to death.”
Qin Sheng grabbed the gourd baby casually,
”The old movies you put in the alleys are really rich in content. Go go and play while playing.”
This pull does not matter, it happens to take the insurance out of place.
”boom!”
A gunshot sounded.
Gourd Baby was sprayed upside down by the recoil of the musket, and dived into the sand.
The blood blossoms, and the target character instantly falls to the ground.
Yes, characters.
On the left side of the crowd, an old man with eight penguin skins on his shoulders clutched his **** and howled.
”Fuck you mother, you don't have eyes, the eyeballs were eaten by ghosts...Oh...it hurts me so much!!”
The person suddenly became a mess around,
”Fuck, Old Kuai, what's wrong with you?”
”So much blood, come on!”
”Let me see where the injury is...I will give first aid. I used to be a gelding pig, really!”
The man who was shot on the ground was still wailing,
”Fucking Lao Tzu who provokes someone, which turtle grandson is it... let Lao Tzu know that he must be skinned...”
Qin Sheng shrank his neck, pulling the gourd baby and the others, and wanted to leave.
There was a flash of justice like lightning flashes in my mind:
No, you can't go, Xiaofang is still looking at me! !
”Emmmmm”
This is very tangled.
The people on the ground continued to waile in cooperation,
”It hurts... So many people got shot by me, what kind of **** luck! Should I buy a lottery ticket?”
The people around were dumbfounded and scolded,
”What kind of lottery tickets are you buying at this time? It's important to save your life.”
Not to mention it's okay, when people on the ground suddenly exploded,
”Fuck your uncle, you also know that it is important to save your life, then the **** thing is not hurrying to find a way to stop the bleeding and save me!!”
”...”
Yes, your humor cells seem to have been completely charged by this bullet.
Several garrison soldiers squeezed through the crowd to check, and pulled out a bullet from the **** of the person who was shot, complaining,
”My brain got water? After eight layers of penguin skins, this **** bullet didn't get in at all. What's up! A waste of time!”
And then shouted again,
”If you have a gun, just look at it before hitting it. Fortunately for GR, bullets are not so short-sighted every time.”
”...”
The gourd baby wiped her nose,