Chapter 1222： Your path is narrow (1/2)
Good men have their own good ways, some are good for people, and some are good for life.
But scumbags have their own scumbags.
It's like how hateful it is for Huang Dashan to scream at Sagong around his neck-but it doesn't mean that Sagong will get a few labels and imprints.
Whenever this is said from anyone’s mouth, there is a certain degree of credibility. Only Huang Dashan can’t. It can only show that Huang Dashan, who guards the queen’s wife and leads by example, is indeed better than Sikong Zutai. too much.
Of course, Sikong was not very happy at this point.
Sikong's lips trembled, gradually turning pale and losing his blood. The original face was like a crown and a handsome face, but the mental state at this time was as vicissitudes as a widowhood old man with a half-neck buried in the ground.
I, Sikong, really want to be a scumbag!
The premise is that physical conditions permit.
Of course, this is not to say that certain parts of Sikong cannot be used, nor that hard indicators such as size, size, quality, and density are not up to standard-especially because all the above things are normal, so Sikong will do this. despair!
My son's heart hurts.
It hurts~
It really hurts.
It hurts more than salt on the wound.
”I...”
Sikong looked at Lin Chou hesitantly.
Lin Chou: ”???”
What do you look at, this handsome is just a cook.
No cure for extraneous disease!
”You are sick, you have to be cured.”
Sikong opened and closed his mouth, opened and closed his mouth, repeated several times and finally yelled.
”Why don't I know this is a disease?”
It has to be said that in an era where the whole people are enchanted to strengthen themselves, even if they want to have a physique that is inherently imperfect like Sikong, it is quite difficult.
Even if some of Lin Chou's dishes can relatively improve some of Sikong's physical indicators, the defect has long been buried and cannot be bridged, and as the level of Sikong gets higher, this hidden danger will become more obvious and prominent. , And dangerous.
If you compare the physical fitness of a normal person to a steel plate, the day after tomorrow's practice is to add weight to the steel plate, stacking layer after layer of steel plate, it becomes thicker and harder.
So Sikong’s body is actually a nunchaku, and the chain between the two sticks is really plastic...
Others' cultivation and upgrades are getting more and more powerful, but Sikong's upgrade seems to be walking a tightrope, and he may break the chain in the middle when he decides.
”Go to the ball...”
Sikong cursed and wanted to leave with an angrily expression on his face.
Lin Chou was taken aback.
”Why are you going? Don't think about it! There are some places you can't go!”
The black Sikong questioned his face and turned his head.
”clam?”
Lin Chou said,
”Well, Huang Dashan's set of operations is really not suitable for you, just in your state, don't talk about that or that, you have to do that, so you still don't do that, right?!”
Sikong: ”???”
Lin Chou feels that his small hill is too dangerous recently. It's like a person from the sky sitting in a pot at home. First, Wen Zhongjiu and Wei Qingyu are happy to rush, if tomorrow he finds Sikong hanging on the bed of which little lady in Hualiu Alley. , Isn't this poisonous?
Could it be that our son of luck, Mr. Gungun, doesn't sit in Yanhuishan, so troubles follow one after another...
With just such a random thought, Lin Chou thought about it and thought that there was such a possibility. It was justified and well-founded, and he almost believed it.
Sikong interrupted Lin Chou's brain time,
”The few people in the Qinshan Martial Arts School are almost finished. I wonder if you keep one eye in your sleep these days, keep an eye on the radio, and prepare to help your little guys.”
Lin Chou was taken aback.
”Didn't those four guys **** up the tree left by Liu Renjun? What else are you paying attention to?”
Sikong stretched out three fingers,