Vol 3 Chapter 117: The only two generals

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　　 ‘Oh!’! Materazzi was kicked back again.
　　
　　 Fortunately, like Zhuo Yang, they took off their shoes and carried them on their hands. At this time, there were only long socks on their feet, otherwise the six shining spikes would definitely be enough for Materazzi to drink a pot.
　　
　　 This time Zhuo Yang didn't wait for him to rush up again, throwing away Pike and Zivo who were trying to persuade him. After catching up, it was a series of legs, and he kicked Materazzi back and forth.
　　
　　Pickle hugged Zhuo Yang's waist, Qiwo dragged his left arm, and Stankovic even wished to ride on his right arm. But even so, Zhuo Yang could not be stopped leg by leg, the three men were dragged forward by him, and Materazzi still couldn't make it.
　　
Balotelli didn't say anything to help, he got up directly, jumped and shouted: "Beating him, Zhuo brother beating him! I'll go to Barcelona with you, and I will go with you tonight, this dog I can't stay in the place every day. Beat him..."
　　
　　 There was a pot of porridge in the aisle, and suddenly, ‘pop! '"Ouch!"
　　
　　 A sneaker flew over and was hitting Pique's head, making him feel pain.
　　
　　Eto'o saw that he didn't hit the main leader, and didn't go to say to Pique that I'm sorry. "You're crazy with a hammer, you're crazy with a hammer on our site!" This posture is to help Materazzi.
　　
　　 hasn't waited for him to squeeze over, ‘crack! "A stinky sneaker flew over and was hitting him on the face, and the spike almost pulled his eyes out.
　　
　　 Ibrahimovic was teased!
　　
　　 Eto'o, who ate his shoes and slapped his face, turned his muzzle straight and collided hard with Ibrahimovic who was intent on it. His fists flew into the air in an instant, and the two men fought with each other.
　　
　　Messi, Xiao Bu, Pedro, Boyan, and those good boys in the Inter team are stupid. They have never seen such a fight in their lifetime. Didn't you say that you have to open your mouth for a long time?
　　
　　 The rest of the two teams are divided into two groups of people, but these four are all powerful and powerful, they simply cannot be pulled apart.
　　
Zhuo Yang still dragged Materazzi with three sandbags, Ibrahimovic could not show his black belt of Taekwondo, and Eto'o dazzled Wang Baquan, but most of them fell on it. The person who pulls the frame.
　　
　　 Zhuo Yang looked at the opportunity to kick Matrazi to the ground with a low whip leg, and then dragged the three people to turn around, lifting his leg and accurately stepping on Eto'o's face in the seam. What the do you think, how are you fighting in this passage? Don’t even go to Totti to inquire?
　　
　　 Zhuo Yang's foot made Eto'o and the few guys beside him pull back and forth a few steps, ‘Duang! ‘It’s another kick, kicking a bell in the chest.
　　
Zhuo Yang is very famous here, and the Inter people know that he has beaten the whole Roman team alone in this passage, so people who are not too familiar with him don’t even talk to Eto’o and Materazzi for help. Not dare to join Zhuo Yang.
　　
　　 Zhuo Yang even kicked Eto'o three feet, and Materazzi also got up. Zhuo Yang turned around and dragged three sandbags to kick him again, three times, five and two kicks to the ground, and then turned back to kick Eto'o, also kicked to the ground after three strokes and two kicks.
　　
Pike, Zivo and Stan are all about to collapse. Ge San has almost completely dragged to the ground, but still can't stop him from playing this and that, and Materazzi and Eto'o have not returned force.
　　
　　Messi was stunned, looking at Zhuo Yang's eyes with horror in worship: where is this person? Obviously a mammoth tractor!
　　
　　At the time of drunkenness, "Hu La La" several highly respected late returnees finally came back and couldn't help but say they were in front of Zhuo Yang. He looked at it: Yeah, it's impossible to kick, and none of these can touch.
　　
　　Zanetti, Puyol, Cesar, Maicon, Mengji, the second brother was carrying a red and white fire-proof axe.
　　
　　Five people were separated between Materazzi and Eto'o and Zhuo Yang and Ibrahimovic, whoever wanted to start again had to pass them. But before waiting for five people to speak, Balotelli jumped to him like a rabbit.
　　
　　 "Second brother, second brother. I can't stay in this dog-day ghost place. Today I will go to AC Milan with you..."
　　
'Snapped! Meng Er slapped a backhand and slapped his words back to his stomach. "roll!"
　　
　　 Due to a serious mistake in the work of Inter Milan, Meng Er was ‘sold’ to a dead enemy. This is now a taboo for Inter Milan. No one dares to mention it in public.
　　
　　Looking at Eto'o who is still eager to try, his second brother raised his axe and shouted: "Who the does it, don't blame Lao Tzu. You are the same! Zhuo Yang, you are the same!"
　　
　　Who dares to cross the sword immediately, only I am the second general! The second brother and the axe in his hand immediately calmed down the scene. Eto'o was so scared that he did not dare to move forward. Materazzi also stood up and stood silently in the passage.
　　
　　 Zhuo Yang does not matter, anyway, already tired of kicking. And who is that second elder brother, and who can't face him? Besides, Zhuo Yang is just impulsive, not a mixed person. He knows that the second brother is doing this to everyone.
　　
　　 Ibrahimovic had a blue eye, but he didn't care, Eto'o's entire face was blue. Just before Zhuo Yang kicked off, Ibrahimovic took advantage of a few laps.
　　
　　 Seeing that it was impossible to fight, Puyol and Zanetti were relieved. "At this point, every time I go back to my home, I go back to my locker room."
　　
　　Three times ‘wow! 'Pike, Chievo, and Stan were finally able to let go. The three fell to the ground and almost collapsed. Zhuo Yang was not tired of them.
　　
　　 The horses on both sides slowly dispersed, and Balotelli shuddered standing at the corner to look at Zhuo Yang and then his second brother. Pique was lying on the ground panting: "Little cloth, little cloth came to help me, hey, tired."
　　
　　 "I'll help you." Zhuo Yang reached out and picked Pique up, put his arm around and turned around again.
　　
　　 "Marco, we are even."
　　
　　 Materazzi was expressionless. After the ninja had a bone pain in his nose, he hummed in his nose and turned to walk toward the dressing room. This journey, and Zhuo Yang's mountains and rivers from now on ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Road to heaven.
　　
　　 "You!" Zhuo Yang looked at Eto'o again: "If you are not convinced, the venue is yours to pick. Milan or Barcelona, ​​grandpa plays with you enough."
　　
　　 Eto'o's lips were trembling with anger, but he could only be angry but had no choice. Today it is clear that Zhuo Yang's prestige of fighting is really not a bit false, and he really wants to pay the bill with him.
　　
　　 "Zhuo Yang, OK, go back first." The second brother gave him a wink.
　　
　　 Zhuoyang and Pique snuggled towards the locker room, the Pu team pulled Ibrahimovic, the Sa team pulled Eto'o, and the second brother pinched Balotelli's neck, and dispersed.
　　
Zhuo Yang staged the second season of the'Battle of San Siro'. Although it was not like playing the whole team in Rome that year, but just beat Materazzi and Eto'o for some reason, but after all, it was Inter Milan's territory The meaning is very heavy. In this way, he had a weak relationship with Inter Milan, and besides his old friends, he had a life with others.
　　
　　 This frame has affected many people. With today's precedent, no one at Inter will beat Balotelli again, but he can't stay here anymore, and it's inevitable to leave in the summer.
　　
　　After this battle, Eto'o also completely forged a relationship with Barcelona. Since then, the mountains and rivers have never met, and they are also strangers.
　　
　　 The same is true for Ibrahimovic. His chaotic fist cut off the relationship with Inter Milan and went back and forth, and each of you turned around and cherished each other.