Chapter 665： Bear childs great ambition (2) seeking a monthly pass (2/2)

Then...

He will always do her fire.

”I am not very old, I have a lot of rhetoric. Fortunately, I have received you this enchanting in the morning, otherwise I don't know how many little girls you will harm in the future.” The monsoon smoke swept a slap in the face of the righteous words.

The fire couldn’t help but chuckled, and nodded again and again: ”Well, you are doing the best for the sky.”

The monsoon smoked a raging fire, and I always felt that this guy is now looking like this, similar to some of the national teachers who tried to play her.

Is it true that the beautiful man who is growing up is good?

Just as the monsoon smoke and the fire broke out, Lu Shaoqing suddenly entered the camp. They saw the relatives’ two steps in his footsteps, and looked slightly stiffer and turned back. Channel:

”General, there is something to find you in the battle, let you go to the main account.”

......

[No responsibility small theater]

Little madman: There is something wrong with the small fire recently.

Some North: Is there?

Little madman: He actually started to lick me! Where did the innocent little beautiful man go?

Some North: He had already wanted to do this, but it was a long time since he struggled to get through. Nature, this is called nature, you don't understand? I almost opened the door to others, and people continue to be ashamed, you are still not a person.

Little madman: sadness...

Some north: 咋? dislike? I don't like to continue to give him a small black house.

Little madman: You give me a roll! Who said that I didn't like it! I don't want to like it too much.

Some North: a woman with a sultry.

Little madman: I thought my wave was very obvious.

A certain North: the shame of the fairy world.

Little madman: Can the gods not fall in love?

A North: At least you are not so fucked.

Little madman: Hehehe.

A certain North: I said less about the fart, I asked for a monthly ticket. The old lady, I have a broken egg in the past few days, and I can’t even touch the toes of the leaderboard.

Little madman: You beg me.

A certain North: Come, give me a fire to the small black house!

Little madman: I beg! I beg!

A certain North: Oh.

(High-profile for the monthly ticket, hanging on the small fire on the flag.)