Chapter 944: 2.380 is funny?

Chapter 944 2.380 Funny?
I saw the eyes of the public, and the unlucky young man suddenly turned his head down, and suddenly came to the arbor with a five-body ceremony.
He slammed to the ground, and his sad nosebleeds came out.
Mo Lian, Qin University, and others all glanced over their heads, and when the crowd was silent for a second, they burst into laughter.
Duan Yue didn't know where to find a small fan depicting gold embroidery, covering half of Jun Jun's face, and Tao Hua blinked sensibly, and smiled very badly, "Oh my brother, what are you doing? It's been over this year, and you don't have to do such a gift! "
Duanjia's third and old friends, a face flushed red, quickly struggling to get up from the ground, looking at the crowd with laughter around.
Those friends of the masses all laughed and fell down from time to time.
At this stall, Qiao, who was paralyzed and expressionless, looked particularly eye-catching.
Duanyue leaned slightly, deliberately looked at the facial complexion, and then pouted, "Why didn't you laugh."
Everyone laughs, do n’t you laugh, are you happy? He wanted to make her laugh!
"Funny?" Qiao Mu threw him a blindfold, turned and left the word "boring," and turned towards the martial arts hall and walked straight.
The crowd laughing and laughing in the presence were embarrassed, and their faces suddenly became strange.
It was a pot of cold water that was clearly splashed out, and it was poured from top to bottom, and the passion suddenly disappeared.
Luan Yue followed and laughed, "Jojo, it wasn't so funny."
But it's funny to see those people being stunned by your cold face.
Humph! As soon as Qiao Mu entered the Wu Guan, the host Hou Ping greeted him, his eyes flashed quickly, and a smile appeared.
"I've seen the prince, the princess," Hou Ping bowed in a gift.
At this time, Fan Qiuming and Hong Bawei were crowded at the gate of the Wuguan. Both sides refused to give in and stepped back, blocking the gate of the Wuguan.
"Bully!" "Tyumen--" roared.
The two squads crowded at the door like a cockfight. Before the game started, they raised their cuffs to show their fists and wanted to do a big fight!
When Zhao Qiran came with a close-fitting little foot, he saw the two teams blocking the door. They refused to give up, and blocked some people who wanted to enter the door.
"Isn't this the girl dyed in Caicai Tower?"
"A woman in a blue house, how come here?"
"Cut! Maybe she thought that she could still go in to watch the match with the eight big families?"
At a time of divergent opinions, Hou Ping, the curator of the Juxianwu Pavilion, ran out again like a firefighter, and hurriedly separated the two teams that were about to fight. They said again and again, "The game is about to begin. Click in to prepare and don't be late for the first match. "
Fan Qiuming and Hong Bawei stepped into the gate of the Juxianwu Pavilion at the same time. Fortunately, both of them were of standard stature. At the gate, you squeezed me a little, and walked in at the same time.
The two teams in the rear clenched their fists, and hurriedly entered the door.
Hou Ping, the owner of the Juxianwu Museum, couldn't help wiping away the old sweat, and shook his head again and again.
"Hou Guanzhu." Zhao Qiran nodded to Hou Ping, and Shi Shiran walked into the Wuguan.
(End of this chapter)