Chapter 997： Who? (1/2)
Lin Chou hooked his finger, and the **** shovel rushed to **** him, and no one was used to it.
Zhao Qingcang hummed twice.
”Little Beep boy, oh...I don't bother to care about you.”
The blind old man laughed and scolded,
”I don't look serious. I can stay here for three more days. When I'm old, I'll get a little drunk. Go and get a place for the old man to live. Then I'll get rid of it, and I'll be annoyed when I see you.”
Wen Zhongjiu tossed his sleeves,
”Hi!”
The chubby Wei Tianxing smiled at Lin Chou, turned his head and said to the tall, mighty, black-faced man who only said ”Huh?” from beginning to end.
”See? Don't worry? Let's go?”
A group of people came and left quickly, and only Zhao Qingcang and the blind old man were left in the blink of an eye.
This is not beyond Lin Chou's psychological expectations. It seems that such a formal meeting of the three-party giants is not the same rushed rhythm-the rushing thing has simply become Mingguang's qualitative style.
The last Mo Hongniang who went out put a card on the table in front of the door, pointing to Lao Zhao.
”Next time Ziyu comes to complain that you evade fare for eating, pay attention to your skin!”
Old Zhao shrank his neck.
Mo Hongniang: ”Huh~”
Lin Chou swallowed his saliva and learned his tongue.
”Hey, Zhao, take care of your skin~”
Zhao Qingcang was so angry that blood poured into his pupils,
”roll!”
”Damn little beep boy, believe it or not, I will tear you up and drink wine now?”
”presumptuous!”
”The courtesy of the old ancestor religion is to pee and mashed potatoes to eat?”
Lin Chou smiled,
”Yo-yo-yo, old fellow, I still remember the tone of your voice that you kept saving Mingguang wishing to save the world, you look at you, hiss... Tell yourself, your image... you are really not afraid of being a big guy My eyes...I hope whoever respects the old and loves the young...Does it take you in turn...”
Zhao Qingcang took a deep breath.
”It seems that Laozi's refusal to make a move today is really not enough for the civilians to be angry, ha ha ha, little beep...”
Lin Chou shoveled his shovel and yelled loudly without fear.
”Go! Hairy ball! Dead dog! Huh! Summoning chicken feathers, come out, Master Warlock, stew three yellows tonight!!”
Lin Chou’s voice doesn’t matter, just listen to a loud bang from an unknown place in the back mountain, and the roar of a major earthquake trembles.
”Oh~ Ooh!”
There was also a drink under the hillside, which seemed to be awake,
”Wow~”
On the roof,
”Puff~”
”boom!”
”Wow!”
”Ouch~ I'm here with the money~ Lin Zi stop it~”
Finally, Lin Chou squeezed a bunch of furry stuff from one of his pockets.
”Grumbling?”
The corners of Zhao Qingcang's mouth were deformed and twitched, and his face was completely black.
”I... Am I special...”
Old Zhao was swollen and vigorous, his leg hair and big pants were rustled vigorously and vigorously.
”Do you think this is enough?”
Lin Chou said,
”No? The old lady next to Doudou knows, which one you don't want the most, choose one to do mental construction first~”
Old Zhao's mouth was huge,
”Fuck...a...a...Ciao...”
The blind old man couldn’t laugh at the side, trying to calm the violent fluctuations in his face.
”Um...cough...”
After attracting the attention of the two of them, he suddenly stared at Lin Chou with empty eyeballs, and said in a gloomy voice.
”not enough.”
Lin Chou: ”...”
No, it won't happen!
Isn’t the old guy hurt? You won’t allow me to pretend if you’re hurt?