Chapter 180: Deceiving too much (5)

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Ji Li couldn't remember at all, he slapped a lot of slaps, his mind had been stunned, and what was even more terrifying was that the two men standing next to him wanted to stop him several times. The self-torture was slap in the face of his backhand.
As far as others are concerned, Ji Li is simply crazy. If he is self-abuse, he will not let others stop his crazy behavior.
The two servants who took a few slaps of the season did not dare to go forward. They could only look at the swollen face and timidly retreat to the side, but their hearts were extremely sad.
The general manager's hand is really not too small, it is not a professional of the refining body, these two palms almost did not hit their teeth.
The servant was only slap in the palm of his hand, and he had already licked his mouth and couldn't help but know how much he wanted to die.
He deeply realized that the kind of pain that was vomiting blood by himself could not stop.
The monsoon smoke opened up and persuaded several times. Seeing that Ji Li was still "no plan to stop." This turned innocently to look at the mentor who played the battlefield, and helplessly spread the stalls, saying that he had tried his best.
There are a few bold instructors who are also trying to stop the self-torture of the season, without exception...
They were all taken back by the season.
In the end, no one dares to go forward to stop the self-torture of Ji Li, can only watch the Ji Li to take their own life to vomit blood!
I don't know how long it took, the season is really unable to stand the stun of the madness, and it fell to the ground. The originally depressed cheeks are now swollen higher than the hoes, and the palms of both hands have been pumped. The skin was smashed, and the whole man fell to the ground, screaming uncontrollably.
"Fast! Get the butler up!" The mentor on the side came back to God, and immediately lifted up the faint season, and sent the man back to the room to rest.
The monsoon smoke was in chaos, and the imprisonment of several young teenagers outside the martial arts field was removed. When everyone was busy watching the Ji Li and the teenagers, they swayed from the martial arts field with a slow white zebra. Go back.
Outside the martial arts field, the chicken flies and the dog jumps, but the monsoon smoke returns to his shabby little yard at an unhurried pace. Bai Ze is at her feet and squats in her room with the monsoon smoke. The side of the leg.
The monsoon smoke holds the chin with one hand, caressing the fur of Bai Ze casually, and the bottom of the eye is beating, but it is a bad fire.
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Ji Li was arrogant in the performance of the martial arts field, and soon spread in the quarter.
Until the morning of the second day, the monsoon smoke just woke up from his sleep, and a sudden knock on the door sounded loudly.
The monsoon smoke slammed with a mouth, and before he opened the door, the people outside the door had already opened their mouths.
"Miss Nine, Grandpa of the season asks you to go to the front hall. He has something to say to you."
Grandpa?
The monsoon smoke raised his eyebrows slightly.
The season's grandfather, isn't it the eldest son of the homeowner Ji Ru, the father of Ji Mubai?
"What is the big man looking for me?" Monsoon flue.
The people outside the door are cold voices, and some are impatient: "The uncle of the season invites you to go. Naturally, there is something to ask you. Please ask Miss Nine to delay the time. People are already in the front hall. Miss Nine is also preparing soon. Let's go with the past."
The monsoon mouthpiece slightly smirked a smile, patted Bai Ze's small head and whispered: "Little white, I will take you to a good show, okay?"