Chapter 696： Previous murders (2/2)
Chen Qingyu felt guilty and insisted.
”Then...Isn't it my wife who frightened me, or else, can I tell you...”
”Dare to sprinkle dog food with tracheitis?”
Song Qingyun was so angry that he rolled his arms to his sleeves and was ready to educate him on what it means to stab his chest.
Chen Qingyu howled,
”Fuck... what are you doing... don't come here, let me tell you... oh... my eyes... you **** unreasonable, you take a few prostitutes yourself, You hit me for a banana and winter melon peel... Ow... Don't slap your face and hold the grass, don't scratch me... I am so special... My daughter-in-law saw the unexplainable fog grass...”
Song Qingyun grinned,
”Explanation? Tell me about your daughter-in-law and sister-in-law and sister-in-law, mother-in-law, you might be late tonight!!”
”Although I call myself Laozi, I am not really you. You are enough. I will not be used to you like you are...you are still fighting... I am fighting with you!”
”Come on, today, either you die or I live!”
The next thing is the ”pop” sound of fists and fists shaking the mountain.
And what they said was vocal, justified, well-founded and well-documented, and Shan Ye and Lin Chou were dumbfounded when they heard it.
Shan Ye asked,
”Are you still blacklisted?”
Lin Chou completely forgot what he said and muttered to himself.
”Hei Shenhai's amateur life is so rich.”
Shan Ye pinched his beard, serious,
”Basic exercise, don't 6, sit all.”
Then make a sudden insight,
”Fogcao, I finally know why Master Wei Tian Xingwei is going to the Black Army, hehehehe...it's so exciting...”
Lin Chou glanced at him disgustingly.
”Please don't use your vulgar perspective to tarnish the ideals of those who are truly moral, okay?”
”Have good morals? Who... oh right, I saw Master Gungun holding a plate and licking there just now. Have you eaten good food with Lao Tzu on your back?”
”Dog food, you either.”
”...”
Whoever wants it, anyway, your mountain master still has a city full of girls waiting for him to pamper him... well, the accurate adjective is greedy.
Thinking of this, Lord Shan unconsciously hiccups.
”Misty grass... why I feel so full all of a sudden...”
”Your imagination... the white hair doesn't float in the green water, this handsome uncle convinces you.”
The Lord Shan suddenly widened his eyes.
”Is that Lushui of Zhang Lushui, who is that kid called Baimao?”
”...”
Song Qingyun was refreshed after he was beaten up, and the depression accumulated over many days finally dissipated completely - or that it had spread to Chen Qingyu's body.
Chen Qingyu said unconvincingly,
”If I didn't have dozens of broken ribs a few days ago and haven't recovered, it's up to you? I'm!”
Song Qingyun continued to feel refreshed and sneered.
”Hehe, who wouldn't speak up, but I want to persuade you, young man, practice tells us that saliva is used to count banknotes, not to talk about it, unless you can do it like Lao Tzu. Make a mark on someone’s face, and then make up a hundred punches, tusk, so that it can be logical.”
”you...”
Chen Qingyu dared to be angry but could not speak-he was afraid of pain.