MTL - Cultivation Chat Group-Chapter 37 The recent little girls are so personal?

Song Shuhang originally wanted to pinch his bad head and slap his head against his lovely back.

However, the sense of weight that was uploaded from the arm at this time made him feel that he could completely turn the adult man into a hot wheel like a wooden stick.

Do you want to try it in a circle?

Fortunately, his reason is still there, forcing the idea of ​​raising his arms in a circle - it is so shocking, it will scare the children.

Now, Song Shuhang also realized the feeling of Yukoko carrying the huge box. More than a hundred pounds in the view of Yurouzi, perhaps not the same as paper paste, right?

It’s terrible, once again, I’m glad that Yukoko’s night attack on her own body, she has no sperm on her head. Otherwise... you know?

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Will be scared of urine.

For a moment, he thought he was going to fly up in the day!

But no matter how bad the blonde is struggling, the arm that grabs his head is like a hoop, and there is no looseness. Struggling with him is like a fish caught in the air, no matter how toss, it is so pale and powerless.

The poor companion of the blond hair was also scared, so that it took a long while to react.

"By your uncle, who are you!" the few bad companions on the side shouted.

Although they will not take the initiative to provoke Song Shuhang, a student who seems to be able to fight, but the other party will actively bully the door, and they will not show weakness.

"By relying on your mother, you are the whole family, you want the hero to save the United States, you have to lick your own two." The two bad sides attacked Song Shuhang at the same time. One waved his fist and the other pulled out a rubber rod.

The two populations are constantly squatting, increasing the momentum of the party. This is a typical way of bad combat. First, use the momentum to stop the other side, and then play more and less. In the face of some timid opponents, once they are tempered by the momentum, the next happy man is unilaterally slammed.

But today, the two bad things are just to increase their own courage. The other party can lift him up with a yellow-armed head on one arm, which makes them feel the heart and the liver tremble, and does not increase their momentum. They are afraid that they will not be able to do it.

"..." was greeted by the whole family, Song Shuhang could not help but look a face. He is undoubtedly a man who loves his family. He hates being sent to his relatives from a young age.

"So I don't like these guys, the mouth is too unclean, and I will greet the whole family without moving." During the speech, the book hangs the blond hair in his hand as a weapon, and slams the stick to the left.

Uh... both hit a blow and rolled to the side.

Because of the uncomfortable heart, Song Shuhang used a five-point force when throwing out the bad blonde hair. This level of strength is still too large for ordinary people.

When the blond hair is bad and the stick is badly collided, the sound of suffocation and broken bones is heard, and then the two fall to the ground and painfully pick up, and it seems that they can't climb up in a short time.

Then, Song Shuhang lifted his legs like lightning, and he broke the bad kick of the grandson's leg kicking to the right.

After the first arrival, and the legs are longer than the fist! When fighting, it is better to have a leg than a punch!

Egg broken...

The bad one on the right whimpered, holding his own life and rolling it down. Tears like a dam that collapsed could not stop.

"Oh... the strength is getting bigger, this foot is not controlled, it won't break it?" Song Shuhang whispered.

In a blink of an eye, seven bad teenagers have fallen three.

The remaining four people couldn't help but swallow their mouths, and the morale dropped directly to the freezing point. They had been through the battlefield, and fighting was a common practice, so they also cultivated some eyesight.

In front of this man, this man is absolutely a piece of diamond iron plate with eight hearts and eight arrows, not to mention the four of them, even if the seven people are intact, they may not be the opponent of this guy. Moreover, the opponent's shot is also very sinister, and the four people looked at the screaming companions, feeling that their cross-section is also faint.

Song Shuhang Yu Guang glanced at the remaining four bad, seeing that they did not dare to do it, and they lost their interest. So, the low way: "Roll."

The four men bite their teeth and brought up three companions who fell to the ground and fled the place.

The husband can bend and stretch, and today’s ‘roll’ is to keep the green hills, and to revenge when the mountains are back!

"Your boy remembers for us, don't let us meet you again in the future, otherwise you must look good!" After escaping a certain distance, the seven bad things don't forget to throw the sentence.

This is called losing people.

Song Shuhang sneered, pinching his fist and squeaking.

The seven bad faces changed, and the speed of flying also fled.

"Really, the things that have been destroyed by the group have just happened. They don't learn the lesson at all. Maybe they will be provoked again someday, and then they will be destroyed." Song Shuhang muttered.

Then he looked at the girl who was leaning against the wall.

The girl stood against the wall, her face was cold and her eyes were cold. There was no fear on her face, and there was no intention to thank the bookway.

"Are you okay?" Song Shuhang also asked politely. The girl looks indifferent, and Book Air has no preference for a hot face, so I just want to ask questions with courtesy and then flash.

The short-haired girl swept through Song Shuhang indifferently.

"Hey, nosy." She snorted, then turned and walked like a proud cock.

Song Shuhang: "..."

What is this with?

Are the little girls now so individual?

After all, it is a good old man, Song Shuhang just laughed at himself.

"Oh, forget that I am in a hurry. Later, if they drop me a few times, they will lose money." Song Shuhang speeded up and rushed to Li Yangde’s rented residence outside the school... What is it? He likes it the most. Whether it is a book or a risotto!

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Room 602, Building 221d, Daji Street, a free-standing apartment building, about 70 square meters, is just the right size for Li Yangde's otaku program.

Tubo greeted him: "Book Air, is your kid too slow? Don't tell me what you have saved the hero in the middle of the road. The excuse is too old."

"You said that it was really accurate. It really saved a sister. It was quite beautiful. It was too personal." Song Shuhang laughed and turned around in this apartment: "Yangde, how much is the rent here?"

He also intends to rent a place outside the school, first ask the market.

"Students' prices, five thousand rents a year, water and electricity pay, you need to pay in one lump sum." Li Yangde replied, in the vicinity of the campus can rent such a cheap place is definitely burning incense.

"Really good." Song Shuhang nodded.

Tubo Sockets said: "A Shun gear is walking, I have already booked the position. We have a meal today, and we have enough."

"Speaking of eating, I feel very appetizing today." Song Shuhang nodded, perhaps because the quenching body consumed energy, and now he feels he can eat the next cow.

After that, Song Shuhang ate a bit.

Leaving three roommates to see the stunned... The bookstores in their impressions are not so delicious?