Chapter 177: .Hey, hey, he wants double repairs [2]

Longzhong Tomb: Hey Hey Hey He wants double repairs [2]
Rong Feng smiled slightly, showing his white teeth, and there was no one beside him, "Yes. [26nbsp;] Since no one bullied you, it would be. After a tent was set up, I have something to find you."
There are words in it.
Su Yudan looked at Rong Feng for a while and nodded.
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Everyone was talking, and suddenly there was a sharp singing in the ear.
The lyrics are lingering, and the sentence is a woman's bitter sorrow for missing Lang Junlang. But singing in such a harsh voice is terrible. Obviously it is the man ’s low voice, but he has to hang his throat to this level, which is really endless for the children and grandchildren of goose bumps.
Su Yumian and Rong Feng looked around, wondering which one was mad.
I saw that Tang Balt was singing and dancing in the open space. "Oh yo, Qing Lang came to his house at midnight, why didn't he make the slave's family upset, hug my waist and kiss him, hey hey hey he wants double cultivation ..."
Hearing the last sentence, Su Yubin almost sprayed! She quickly glanced at Di Lin and saw Di Lin's casual expression, her face quickly turned red.
My mother, it ’s not spring, why all species of the world are rippling 7e7e7e
The gold and silver jewelry found did not know when he was put on his body, and his pearly body was also covered with a gold silk robe, waving his sleeves, and the old face of the ugly man, a look of obsession.
"Okay, there are performances!" Someone roared.
Suddenly, the team exploded and panned along the way with Tang Touzi ’s missing tooth, pointing and said,
I did n’t expect our old soup to be 21, let me see, your old slave ’s waist is still very soft haha . "
Tang Balzi's singing didn't stop because of everyone's discussion, but continued to sing and dance.
Do n’t say, it ’s up to people to do anything. Let ’s not talk about how Tang Balt jumped. Just looking at the face that was torn by the years will make people suddenly have no visual enjoyment.
Not to mention his hanging voice makes people listen to the singing vocals that he wants to hang up, Hu Zannan can't see the look of the man twisting his hips and pinching his waist, and glanced at the soup bald.
After three minutes, Tang Balzi had already started singing the strange and lingering love song for the second time.
Su Yudan looked at the Tang Bald who was still devoted to singing there. She suddenly felt stiff and numb in her limbs. She also vaguely felt that Tang Bald was a bit wrong today. The look, the charming charm of the dripping water, is by no means so simple to make everyone happy.
"Damn, I can hear my brain hurt." Those who were still in the previous style complained, "Don't sing anymore."
Someone went up to pull him, but how could he know that the bald man gave him a kick instead, kicking the man off the ground with impoliteness, and then throwing off his sleeves to continue his throat.
"I really fell in love with myself." Seeing that Tong Balzi got angry with this man, "Shut up, come down."
At this moment, Sauvignon Blanc's singing came to an abrupt end. Tang Balt lifted his sleeves and yelled in a singing voice, "Lang Jun, don't be angry. The slaves will wait for you to rest, OK?"
An old man in his thirties, calling himself a slave, made people hear the cold hair ...
Hu Zhannan stretched out the sleeve of Tang Balzi and said, "Stop, stop tossing!"
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