Chapter 1963: The trouble of the old drunkard

Seeing that Selna and Kaluga left one after the other and went to the training ground next to them, I expressed my satisfaction.
I'm sorry to say this, but it's true that the troublesome person has finally left.
Although we are a stupid and optimistic guy who does not have any kind of mastery and looks extremely harmless to humans and animals, but always being beaten in front of girls, the skin of the beaten flesh is open, no matter what kind of man, it will feel dull. Right.
Now, back to what it looked like when Artolia hadn’t left, only Beansha and I trained with peace of mind. Finally, Ben Druid could finally let go of his body and mind, and devote himself wholeheartedly and wholeheartedly. Turn on the shaking madness... It is a training madness mode!
Looking back and turning into a SPLaY bear again, I opened my arms like Biansha, come on, my little sister, throw me in my arms, and then beat me fiercely, don't be merciless, be sure to treat me The beaten death came alive, and the immortality was dying.
Zhujun, I like to be beaten, to be beaten horizontally, to be beaten upright, to be beaten upside down, to be beaten continuously, to be beaten with a nosebleed, to be beaten without a way, to be beaten to get out of bed, to be beaten to life I can't take care of myself, as long as I am beaten, I like it.
"..."
Recently, has the beaten up beaten up constantly? This is a problem.
But it didn't take long for the beating to be relieved, and finally the two onlookers were sent away, and another uninvited guest came one after another.
Seeing me being beaten on the ground and unable to stand up for a while, the old drunkard's eyes suddenly became wet.
"It's all my fault." She squatted down and hugged my bear's paw affectionately, while wiping her tears quietly while constantly looking at it. Swallowing, I might be thinking, bear paws do what I want, but can this thing be eaten?
I didn't even have the time to lift my head to shake her white eyes, the short tail like a hair ball on the bear's buttocks wobbled, beckoning something to say quickly, and fart to let go. Then get away from me.
"It must be that time I trained too strict, always beat you black and blue, but she did not think you liked battered, abused in order even at the Third World came looking for strong, all my fault."
【roll】
With a little effort, I barely raised a wooden sign to the old woman.
If it weren't for her strength and Beansha was too different. Fearing that one accidentally killed me, I have to let Beansha bite and punch the old to the side of the McHarras Mountains.
"It's rare that I care about you so much, it's really indifferent." Regaining the posture of Dang Erlang, digging his ears, the old drunkard smiled arrogantly.
"Why, this is the form of your power of the world? Speaking for the first time. How come you are returning to your ancestor because of IQ problems? Always degenerate like this, be careful not to change back one day ."
"I want you to control!" I couldn't bear it anymore, canceled the transformation, a flying mantis kicked the foot, but unfortunately underestimated his injury, half of the action, the body flew into the air. There was a click from the waist, which made my body gray and half of my soul came out of my mouth.
"It's okay, let the pastor come to see it?" The old drunkard came up with great anxiety and gave a gentle pat on my waist to show the feeling of the master and disciple.
Grandma to Heaven:
I just had time to leave a [氵] word on the ground with my fingers. I don’t know if Sister Sarnah could see through the real murderer and help me get revenge.
"You guys. One or two likes to run to disturb my training. Is my training so beautiful?" After some rest, I finally recovered, maybe it should be said that I came back from Lord Yan.
"Very nice. Seeing someone being beaten, I don't know why, and I will feel happy and refreshed." The old drunkard gave his thumbs up without hesitation, and smiled brightly at me.
"..."
This guy is no longer good. There is no cure for the extremely bad character. If she is allowed to exist for a moment, the whole continent will be contaminated by one more point. Please ask which great is the to take this evil.
"Wouldn't you just want to see me being beaten specifically?"
"Can't it?"
"Biansha, let's go." I shook her head for a while, without saying a word, I patted my to leave.
"Wait, wait, dear Wu, aren't we such a great relationship between teachers and students?" With a faint voice, the old drunkard made me follow up with goose bumps and said.
Nothing is attentive, either or theft, not to mention this old drunkard, I now wish that a Dounyun would turn it a thousand miles away from this guy.
"No, no matter what you say, I won't do it." Before the old drunkard finished, I shook his head purringly and took Beansha's little hand, walking faster.
"Listen to me, it's not for you to do, but just to ask you a few questions."
After a step, I turned around and looked at her in surprise: "Really?"
If only a few questions are answered, does this old drunkard need to whisper? No, because of the stinginess and careful calculation of this guy, there must be some big troubles. I can't be fooled.
"Really, it's more real than seafood bread."
"..."
It seems that the old woman has also tasted the specialty of Lugoin, who killed hundreds of cats with curiosity and deserved it.
"I will listen for now."
Although I don’t want to get involved in trouble, I also want to know what trouble is there that can make the old drunkard who has no face and no skin have such a headache. He just laughed at others just now, and now he has to step into curiosity and A series of one hundred cats.
"This is not a place to talk, let's go to another place to speak." The old drunkard sneaked around and looked at the unspeakable face, as if it was the special of looking for the legendary magician on the roadside telephone pole. patient.
"Your demands are so many, Biansha, would you like to go to the bar with Brother?" I touched Beansha's head, a little bit reluctant to be separated from the cute little sister.
"Where is the bar..." Beansha, who had a cool expression because of the old drunkard, had no change in IQ, and asked with a crooked head.
I said, my little sister. Even if you were a savages before, you haven't been to towns, but anyway, you've been mixing with Lugaoin for over a year, don't you even know the bar?
"It's where everyone gathers and drinks." I explained helplessly.
"What is wine?"
"This..." Is today 100,000 why?
"Are there many people?" Fortunately, Biansha didn't embarrass me and continued to ask.
"Almost." I nodded.
"That Biansha is not going." Shaking his head, Biansha replied as I expected, in my regretful eyes. Farewell to leave.
"Who is that little?" After Beansha walked away, the old drunkard sneaked up from behind and stared at Beansha's figure, his expression was serious.
"Huh, many people have asked me this question, but do you know how they are doing now?" I looked back. Coldly.
"What's the matter? Have you been eroded by your apocalyptic aura?" The old drunkard asked stupidly for a moment.
"..."
Somehow, when I was speechless, I suddenly felt that I didn't have any language to communicate with the old woman.
"She is my little sister." Too lazy to play a dumb puzzle with her, I directly said the answer.
"I don't remember accepting another student." The old drunkard scratched his head, revealing the confused expression of my memory loss.
"You also deserve to call yourself a teacher? It's leg hair...it's a student of the guy from Old Gallon."
"No wonder..."
"Do you know the identity of Old Gallon?" I asked curiously at the old drunkard's reaction, having asked her before. Obviously it is a fool.
"I didn't know it before, but I didn't lie in the third world," the old drunkard despised as I peeped.
That is also true, but the old man Gallon, even a third-world adventurer, only the older generation knows, who did she contact with?
"Speaking of that, you stinky boy. There are really no shortage of women everywhere, and a cheap little sister is coming up now."
"Don't talk nonsense, Biansha and I are pure, your soul is too vulgar." I stood upright, peering at each other.
"Yes, you and Velas were pure at the beginning, and the smelly girl were pure at the beginning. I all know." The old drunkard yawned and said something that made me smoke.
"However, your little sister is really not easy, although she can't see her real strength. But I can feel from her that her strength may not be weaker than the original guy."
"That guy?" I wondered for a few seconds, and then suddenly, a name that could make an unscrupulous guy such as the old drunkard avoid all mentioning, who else besides the burgundy demon?
That is to say, the current Beansha is not weaker than the wine red demon? It’s amazing, my little sister is really amazing.
I was proud of my chest. I suddenly remembered that this inexplicably was disturbed by training, and suddenly I was no longer angry, and I casually found a bar with the old drunkard and found a remote corner to sit down and was just about to ask a question. The drunkard could not wait to make a loud shout for the waiter to drink quickly.
I'm leaving, I really want to leave bastard! ! !
After drinking three large glasses of ice ale, the goods were satisfied, and the wine glass was replayed again.
"Actually, there is now a very troublesome thing."
Lying... Lying down, you will be commanded instantly! I'm not mentally prepared yet, so don't cut into the subject so fast!
"I am now being tracked and harassed by someone." The girlish look of the old drunkard playing with the glass.
"that's it?"
"that's it."
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha------!!!"
Please allow me to laugh three times, even for a guy like old drunkard, although the decadent and sloppy problems have changed, it is indeed a bit beautiful, but I still have no way of imagining, who is so serious that he will follow. Harass her?
Besides, it’s okay to kill the other party with a single shot. It’s not like you. Roger, the second miserable camp, the world’s devil, the trouble maker bar, wanted to commit the year-old debt of King Caxia.
"Stinky boy, do you want to die ten thousand times?" Recalling that the tip of a cold spear had stopped on the tip of my nose, the old drunkard looked coldly, and it was so powerful.
"Okay, I will listen to you for a while, as if I had heard a fairy tale." Stopping the laugh, I moved the spear gently away from it. Drinking it with flavor and juice.
"If it is an ordinary harasser, I naturally beat the other person up, but this person is a little different." Casca continued to worry.
"What's the difference, don't you say...you're going to take a look at each other too." I spit out juice and wanted to laugh again.
"Let me sew your cheap mouth with a spear!" The blackened Kasha stepped on the table and thrust the spear over, blocked by my dangerous and dangerous empty-handed white blade.
"Two adults..." The waiter looked at us innocently and pleadingly. Not only that, it seems that even the entire bar is attracted.
Sure enough, being with this old woman is bound to get into trouble.
After stopping, I think the heat is enough, and then stimulate it, maybe the old drunkard is really going crazy.
"I know. I know, so what? What the do you want to ask~EbookFREE.me~ hurry up."
"Help me stare at the movement of this fellow Lanster, and notify me as soon as there is news." The old drunkard is also welcome, and without a word, it evokes me.
"I remember that you just wanted to ask me a few questions at first, right, how did it become a requirement for me to do something, is there something wrong with my memory?"
"I'm and urinating. I taught the four students with great pains and pains. I didn't expect all of them to be so unsympathetic."
"Please review yourself first." I said angrily.
"It's no problem helping you stare at Lanster's whereabouts, but why is it me?"
"I heard that you are well mixed with Lugaoin in the camp, and you won't die if you help me."
"This... forget it." When Tulakov was dragged to the bar, he did know a lot of adventurers. I didn't expect to use it in such a place. What is the meaning of my life?
(To be continued...)