Vol 2 Chapter 239: Shaoxia Power Points 2 Barbarian

In the late Sui Dynasty, there was a single-handed solution to Shuangyong, Luo Songyuan tyrant Luo Shixin, one fierce one, one master will be a must; today there are Hanover young heroes who break two madness, three colors of yellow and white and black, dirty mop cleverly separate manure rake mud broom.
Zhuo Yang held the blade with one arm and shouted that the longitudinal horse rushed towards the battle group, and the broken mop ticked the yellow water all the way.
When I came here recently, I saw Yun Zi forced the lion to retreat, and then the golden python was around to dance the weapon like a wheel. The mop on the muddy yellow rainstorm pear flower was scattered around the sky, and the side was watching. All the idlers in the Fort Mady'Ao~' groaned loudly, and they were scattered all over the place.
Look at Zhuo Yang again, his hands lifted the flames, he held the rake in front of the handsome in front of the hall, and then turned backwards, dragged the gilding rake rod with a slam, and shouted'hands', dung rake' meat— —'Fly into the sky, cross the mountains and across the ocean...
Behind the ears, the golden lion guard shouted Song Heizi: "Crack his head~" Zhuo Yang quickly turned the horse to the side, and at the same time, he dragged Uncle Zha to the side with the dragon dragged in his hand. Rescue Huashan to save his mother.
Still waiting for the shock, another ‘pull out ear’! Jinding Zaoyang Xuanhua big broom wrapped in wind and sand and swept across, and in an emergency, Zhuo Yang grabbed Uncle Zha, the two simultaneously lowered back to the iron plate bridge, sweeping the big broom of one of the four great soldiers in the world. The face of the person bounced past.
Zhuo Yang also said that he is a trainer, and the iron bridge is like playing, but Uncle Zha never lowered his waist in his life, as hard as chopping wood, and groaned in snorting.
General Song Hei swept through thousands of troops and turned around, turning around like Chang'e flying in the sky. The soldier's blade left hand and right hand. Yuan rounded straight to Uncle Zhan's calf.
Zhuo Yang pulled a mop on the ground with a mop, and immediately took root. Hearing ‘Cang~啷啷~’ Jin Ge iron horse, the big broom hit the broken mop crisply and suddenly stopped.
Zhuo Yang smashed his leg and hit the broom stick. "You let go!" Song Hei's palm fell to the ground, and was kicked by Zhuo Yang and flew out of the battlefield. Like the golden-winged manure rake with phoenix wings, Jinding Zaoyang Broom also ended its unique and glorious and short life, shining back to silence.
Uncle Za and Lao Song are still separated by Zhuo Yang, and everyone is not a fuel-efficient lamp.
"Dad, I must tear your mouth..."
"Look at me not to kill you..."
Zhuo Yang was hit several times with his shoulders and butts, and he couldn't tell who was hitting him. Fuck, it’s endless, right?
With one palm in your left hand, push Old Song away, and with your right hand, put the mop back, lift your legs, and shout, "Stop!"
The three men were frozen in time and settled there like a sculpture. The picture is like this-
Zhuo Yang's left hand white crane spreads its wings, and his left leg stands against the jaws of Lao Song. Lao Song leans forward with his lunges forward. Uncle Zao's arms behind Zhuo Yang's arms spread out to lift up his orchid fingers, bowing down to take a belly step, and the mop head Zhuo Yang handed back was resting on Uncle Zao's stomach.
In the spring, the sunlight falls through the gaps between the leaves, and the phosphorescence of the canal water surface is at the starting point. In this situation, please automatically make up the background music when Zhou Xingchi evokes Cecilia Chew's chin with one hand.
One second, two seconds, three seconds... The crowd of Maddie who had just hid the hidden device turned around and looked up at the three people in the field hesitantly. Somehow, everyone was dumped. Some yellow spots, the scene smelled bad.
Look at the three masters of Zhuo Zha Song, except that the posture is so cool that it is endlessly cool. Everyone looked at each other and said: What to do? La pull? Otherwise you go...
Ge Yingren is all right. This will make everyone disregarded, but the three of them present a poignant balance, as shaky as the tarot cards in the wind, and no one has the heart to break this heartbreaking beauty.
Zhuo Yang's pepper steak at noon, once cooked, cut off the kind of face, plus a glass of cold milk. My stomach was a little uncomfortable in the afternoon, and I kept grunting. Exercise for a long time, plus this time the wide open and open posture...
‘Por~Porpor~Porphy~~~~’ A series of screaming thunder rolls fart out of the crowd, Yin and Yang fell in four major beats in B major.
The drawing style collapsed suddenly, the beautiful artistic conception dispersed with the sound, and the humanoid sculpture melted and released.
"Look I won't kill you..."
"Eating Dad, I'll beat..."
In the blink of an eye Zhuo Yang took several punches and even beat his head a few times. He wanted to destroy both goods. Throw away the urine mop to complete the mission, set apart the two old Song's fluttering arms, hugged his waist, hugged forward, slammed forward a few steps, and pressed the Lion King to the ground. "Old Song, his mother can't do it calmly."
"Zhuo Yang, you don't care, you let me go, today is not the death of his dog day or the death of my dog ​​day..."
Zhuo Yang: "..."
Uncle Zha took the opportunity to take advantage of the opportunity, and the old Song Meng kicked around the ground, and Zhuo Yang naturally became a pond fish.
"Are you all dead? Don't hurry up to stop your husband." The fire in my heart.
A group of stunned and stunned goods reacted. Rand and Ackerman rushed up to carry Uncle Jake's shrew fist, and the two teamed up to hug their coach, one waist and one chest.
Old Song was too strong, and Zhuo Yang was pushed on the ground like a dying struggling chopping board fish, and Zhuo Yang, who was pressing on him, bounced for a while and bounced for a while. Uncle Z is definitely a personal madman, hopping and twisting desperately.
"Karl, Willie, let the two of you go and join me in killing this donkey day. Uncle J. I will treat you well in the past..." How dare you listen to these words, the three of them fell together On the ground, Rand and Ackerman would not let go, and Uncle Zha was brought to the ground and twisted together.
Both of them were a bit brute, and gradually couldn't help it anymore, making Zhuo Yang a lot of sweat.
"Calm down, calm down, okay?" Calm down. Uncle Zha and Lao Song are like two extremely powerful NdFeB magnets, and they will have to fight together after they die.
"Peng Peng~EbookFREE.me~ You get some water, let them calm down and hurry up!" Going out and squeezing Lao Song whole body, Zhuo Yang turned his head and shouted at the helpless David Luis who wanted to help .
Peng Peng listened most to Zhuo Yang's words, and ran out when he heard that, he was a clever boy himself, and he rushed directly into the small garden beside the corridor. In the middle of the small garden stood a water bridle, and there was a plate of black leather pipes for watering the trees.
"Brother Zhu, get up and watch me feed on them..." Peng Peng raised the head of the leather tube with one hand, and the water column blew into the air.
How dare you get up, once you let go of Lao Song, it would be like the tiger that was out of the cage, and it would take more effort to re-conquer.
"...You nourish you, don't worry about me." Zhuo Yang has a great sense of sadness and majesty, and there is a desolation of Wang Cheng's self-sacrifice revolutionary heroism.
"Good!" said Peng Peng, who listened most to Zhuo Yang.
A cool water dragon pours his head and covers his face, while dispersing the smell in the air, it is enough to extinguish all false fires.