Chapter 1700 (1/2)

It's getting dark now.

By the moonlight, xiaomaocun couldn't help but want to dance a sword!

Dancing with the moonlight.

Why did ancient people like to fight a set of fists or jump up and dance swords after drinking?

This is a feeling.

Xiao Mao has been practicing sword for a long time. He has long had feelings for the sword behind him. People and swords are one.

The sword is not only his weapon, but also his friend, but also his good friend~

When he was depressed, he could dance a sword. When you are lovelorn, you can dance a sword, even when you are happy.

Joys and sorrows are all in this sword!

Is there any reason why Xiao Maocun can't practice his sword well?

Now Xiaomao inch sword dance, it's exciting!

It's exciting to be able to confront Wang Peng and work on him!

This is the lotus blossom in his heart!

”OK ~”

The gangsters near the Nightingale also gave face. When Xiaomao inch danced his sword to a wonderful point, he would shout with his cooperation. Suddenly, he looked like a performer.

I almost threw the steel bar.

meanwhile.

A hanlada parked in the parking lot of yelaixiang, followed by a business car.

In the car, Wang Peng and Yijiao waited for thirteen people.

Wang Peng's face was not very good. He had a cigarette in his mouth and was stuffy.

He was scolded by Er Zi Li for not doing the butcher well before, which made him very unhappy.

This is a little thankless!

The key is that Wang Peng's ability is no problem. Who would have thought that a big bastard like the butcher who has been famous for a long time would escape?

Come here tonight. He's ready to relax. He won't go until he drinks a fragment!

As soon as he got off the bus, Wang Peng saw many people around the door, and a burst of cheers broke out from time to time.

Can't help but move his eyebrows: ”what's nocturnal incense doing? Doing activities?”

Brother Yijiao also looked at it puzzled: ”no, Nightingale is full every day. What activities should we do well? Even if there are activities, we should do it in the field.”

Wang Peng was still curious, so he took people around.

Just arrived here, the internal security guard of nocturnal incense also came. No. 78 people separated the crowd with batons in their hands.

”Hey, hey, it's all scattered! Is it for you to perform here? You should sell it across the street. Don't affect your business here!” said the leading internal security guard.

This makes the veins on Xiaomao's inch head burst.

This is a sword dance! It's a feeling only when the human feelings of a sword practitioner reach the depths! Is it called performing arts?

Does this man know what a fucking realm is?

”I'm not a showman! Can I wait here!” Xiao Maocun put away his sword and looked unhappy.

The internal security guard was also helpless: ”if you wait for someone, don't shout, that thing in your hand, or we'll drive you away!”

Xiaomao frowned: ”grass, this is a sword, not that thing! Believe it or not, I stabbed you with a sword?”

”Grass ~” neibao laughed.

He is also a mixed society. He has never fought with a knife or a steel pipe. When did he see people use a sword?

He thought it was interesting, so he stood up with his chest: ”come on, you stab me! I don't need an electric rod to electrocute you. I have your last name!”