第一百零三章 (第4/6页)

heplaces.

    Nameofcattle，youhurriedlyputmeout，Laotzeorsteakyoualayerofskin，justlikeyourlastname.

    Car，jesshasbeenaggravated，andyun-feisongtheycry，Ithinkhercry，shouldbehalfistrue，sheisnothardtoguessHanJiedeadrightnow，andI‘mincrisis.

    BullpenislikeaWolfwaitingforprey，twoeyesfixedaroundthecarriage，onlyredliquidoffootprints，hewillletallpeoplejumpup.

    Inearlyposteditonhisback，andhekeepadistanceofafootorso，justlikehisshadow.

    Timebitbybitinthepast，jess‘svoicegraduallyweakened，estimationisscoldtired.

    Liquidonthegroundfromaverypungentsmell，graduallybecomedry，anddrylikealayeroforangepeelontheground，butitisverythinbrittle.

    Ifwillgoabovethethinlayerofleathertocrush，cardcard，cattlepenistowardthecarriagenear...

    Ican‘tcontinuetofollowhim，andtheearthwillmakeasound，ifIwalk，wouldbehisnotice.

    Andsecondmove，thewholeencirclementstartedinwardcontraction，behindhissoldiersbegantocloseto，andattachedtointensivesilkthreadbetweenthem.

    Justthen，aloudwhistle，huisbeforeHanJierescuesignalsinthedirectionofthearena，Ifelldowncan‘tseetheoutside，butfromthesurroundingdensefootstepsisnothardtoguess，yun-feisongreinforcementsarrived.

    Yun-feisongdoyouwanttorebel

    MrBullpenisreducesthesound，jess，afterourthingsback，iskillediscutbyyou，nowthatthefemalebanditsintheencirclement，Ican‘tletherrunaway，firstwrongedyou.

    Atthistimetherewasagroupofpeopleoflowroarout，misstoputourhome，andthenthecrowdbegantosoldierssurroundedbypushing，andshouted，sergeantsomeonepretendingtobekidnapped，thecarriageinsideis“jess“misssong‘shomeislarge，thekidnapperstostreetcrime.

    Shutup，cattlepenisShouting，hejumptoturntothecarriageoftheabove，apieceofgoldenbrand，fromthepocketheldhighinhishand，cried，mixedwithspiesinthecity，wearetheyugoslavcapitalguard，ifanyonedaretohinderuscatchaperson，beequivalenttoarebellion.

    Withawaveofhishandtheencirclementperipheralsergeantturnedback，wowaweaponontheoutsideofthecrowd.

    Ididn‘tknowatthistime，twoblackandWuQiaocanflyingskills.

    WuQiao，IShoutingwithinyourheart.

    Adarkspotismoreandmorebig，highupintheskyhowthisguyneverhiddenbodyshape!

    Beready!

    Afraidisnotgoodtoday，Iseethosesergeantthumbhandsofcoarseonessuchasropenet，thehangingonlinealotofthebladesofthetriangle，itseemsthatoncehungthetargetthat......

    Thegoalinthenetevenmorestruggle，thegreaterthedamagewillbe.

    Whatvoicefromthedistanceinthedirectionoftherestaurant，andthenintherestaurantofapieceofdarkcloudsintothesky.

    Isuddenlyfelttwoblack，heisthere，aswerethearrows，twoblackandWuQiaotwopeople，oneonthepointsthattwodirectionsswoopeddown，asifthewindofheaven.

    Atthemomenttheylooktoodownapegortwo.

    Butnow，ever