Chapter 918: 918
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On a sunny morning, two teenagers appeared on the streets of the community.
One of them was wearing a blue short sleeve T-shirt, with a small wave of brown hair; the other was wearing a black and blue sportswear, with a brown hair slanted.
They, E.J. and Derek, are both 12 years old this year. They are what we call campus bullies.
The two teenagers' daily hobby is to find fault with other students. Whether you are short, ugly, eccentric, fat, or Simply being one or two grades lower than them can be their reason to bully you.
Of course, their behavior has not reached the point where people and gods are angry. It's nothing more than bullying in the level of mischief For example, tripping over you, throwing your snacks on the ground, talking rubbish, or lifting your hat, etc.
On this day, E.J. and derrick wandered aimlessly in the community together in the early morning.
Like most American children living in the 1980s, in the age when the Internet was far from universal, "go out and find friends to play" was the most popular way of entertainment for them.
"Hey, look, isn't that Horace coming across the street?"
"Yes, the fat man is eating Snickers again."
"Shall we go up and straighten him out?"
"It suits me."
They fell in love with each other and immediately stepped forward to stop Horace.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to our show." e. J stands in front of Horace, raises his right hand, pretends to be holding a microphone, and says in the radio host's voice, "the question tonight is what makes fat kids so fat." He looked at Horace, and received maliciously. "Fat boy, what do you think?"
"Go away, E.J." Horace didn't reply angrily.
"Well "Go away. e.j’……” e. J pretended to be thoughtful and repeated what he had said. Then he said, " No, it's not a good answer. It doesn't make sense... " As he said this, he handed Derek the "microphone" he imagined and said, "let's give it to Derek, the street reporter, and listen to his ideas."
"Hello, everyone. I'm Derek. " Derek took the "microphone" very well, and said to Horace with a wry face, "I am now in a street blocked by the presence of fat boys." His sarcasm is not brilliant, but rather mean, "Hey! Fat boy. " He suddenly raised his voice and said to Horace, "can you stop eating?"
By the time he said this, E.J. had reached out and knocked down Horace's Snickers on the ground, and had a few hard strokes on them with the sole of his shoe.
"Listen, I have some problems with the secretion of glands, OK?" Though Horace looks simple and timid. But he didn't give in to these two bad teenagers, instead he said, "at least I'm not like some people The brain doesn't work. "
"What did you say? Dumbass? " e. J heard that. He raised his voice, gave Horace a push, and repeated, "you say it again!"
"I'm not a fool. My name is Horace!" Horace replied straightforwardly.
"Ah Ass... " Derek immediately sneered and forced the other person's name (here he deliberately separated the word Hora color and read it as horass).
e. J snatched the comic book in Horace's other hand, tore one into two and threw it to the ground.
"Oh, no, I tore it by accident." e. J finished these, but also pretended to cover his face with one hand. "Maybe it's because my brain doesn't work."
Horace looked down at the Snickers and comic books on the ground and muttered something wrongly.
Although he said it very lightly. But it was heard.
"What did you say? Dumbass! " e. J's line is the same as before, generally speaking. This kind of school bully's brain is really not easy to use, so his vocabulary is also very limited, "you have a kind of say it again!"
Horace did have a kind of heart. The simple fat man summoned up his courage and repeated the words he had just murmured in the volume that the other side could hear clearly: "I said you two are really bastards."
Before the voice fell, E.J gave Horace a push and rushed forward to press it to the ground.
Then, he rode on Horace's stomach, used his height and body size to hold down the little fat man, and then came to his face with a set of left and right eight fists.
And Horace's reaction is the same as that of all the children who are not good at fighting. After falling into a disadvantage, he used his hands to protect the hit part of the other side and instinctively closed his eyes.
In fact, E.J's fighting style is not brilliant, and he didn't use a great deal of power when he punched. This kind of fist will not break the skin or leave bruises even if it's not blocked. After all, it's just a fight between children. In their consciousness, there is no intention to hurt people. They just want to slap each other for a few times to ask for mercy.
"Let go of that child!"
However, at this time, a sharp drink came, interrupting the bullying.
This "Li" of "Li drink" It's mainly about tone, but the voice of the speaker doesn't sound intimidating at all, or even cute
"Ha?" E.J., who was riding on Horace, and Derek, who was standing beside him, looked up and saw a little figure five or six meters away.
This is a little boy in a full set of mini Assassin's clothes. His clothes are very delicate. The edge of the hood and the details of the clothes are embroidered with gold. The arm sheath on the wrist, the leather case, throwing knife belt and belt used to hold various props on the trunk and waist are all available. Even though these children in the 1980s have never seen or heard the term "Assassin's Creed", the cool degree of the dress itself is not clear enough.
"What? Do you want to meddle? Robin Hood. " Derek stared at Wang Tanzhi for a few seconds, then returned with a provocative tone and sarcastic the shape of Xiaotan.
Since he is three years younger than the other, Xiao Tan's body size is obviously different from that of E.J. and derrick, so the latter is not empty to see him.
"Why don't you go to someone who is the same or bigger than your boss?" Xiaotan asked a silly question.
As we all know, bullying the soft and the hard and bullying the strong are the iron principles of the bad juvenile world. On the premise that the number or physique is not superior. They usually don't take the initiative.
"Hey, you want to be a hero, don't you? Boy. " e. J stands up from Horace and approaches with Derek with a little sigh. "I advise you to save yourself. I don't want to see you go home crying and complain to your mother."
"That's what we do..." A little sigh never goes back. Stand tall (though only one meter and three) and show an attitude of always being with you.
In any case, he is also an adult. Even if he doesn't rely on the skills and goods in the game, and only relies on an adult's mind and experience, he can beat the two children on the premise of his bad body shape.
"I'll beat you!" Derek and E.J jumped on each other, and used the basic routine of children's fight to push it down first.
This kind of fighting mode is also the habit that they have formed by fighting with children whose physique is worse than their own all the year round. Those children are usually unable to find a way to get rid of when they are oppressed by people's weight, so they will be beaten by single hanging.
But Xiaotan won't give the other party such a chance.
Facing the two teenagers who are nearly one head taller than himself and who are coming together, he resolutely supports the ground with one hand and records three side pedals. In the blink of an eye, the soles of his two small feet hit the knees of the two precisely.
The next second, E.J. and Derek screamed, holding their left knee and right knee, respectively, and fell to the ground, then rolled up and down in pain.
"Ah After all, it's all children, and that's the solution. " Small sigh reorganizes the posture, in the heart reads a way. "But these two guys are exaggerating I hardly use my strength... "
Just as he was thinking, the two men really got up from the ground, but they immediately chose to limp in the opposite direction
"Damn it! You remember! "
"Ha Ha... Wait for me... "
Wait for those two to run away awkwardly for tens of meters. Xiaotan went to Horace and asked, "are you OK, boy Er... Man. " He almost blurted out the word "child".
"No, thank you." Horace patted the dust on his body and asked excitedly, "I said You're so good. You can do that. What's that? Chinese Kung Fu? "
"Well That's right. " Small sigh chat up a smile, casually back.
I didn't expect Horace to get more excited: "Oh! That's cool. " He paused for half a second to receive. "That My name is Horace. What's your name? "
"In vain." Xiaotan directly said his game nickname. According to his experience, the system usually deals with cultural differences in addressing.
"Oh. Nice to meet you, ang. " Sure enough, Horace's reaction seemed to be no contradiction.
"Me too, Horace." Little sigh answered. At this point in the dialogue, Xiaotan actually wants to find a time to leave. Although it's important to uphold justice and chivalry, he still has a task.
"Ah! Right! " But all of a sudden, Horace seemed to think of something. He opened his eyes and said, "Ang, are you interested in joining our club?"
"Club?" Xiaotan wondered for half a second and asked, "what club?"
Horace did not immediately answer his question, but went on to ask, "do you have time now? I'll take you to see some people. "
…………
At the same time, in the same community, on another street.
"Well, isn't this brother Qisha?" Riding on the small bike, he could not feel his one foot supporting the ground, while looking at the road block in front of him, he quickly ate the toast in his mouth.
Brother Jue and Qi Sha can recognize each other. It's not because they have known each other since they were young. They mainly judge each other by their clothes. When you look at your face, you will find something similar to the adult version.
"Yes, it's me." Seven kill to return a way with a smile.
"Here you are How about walking the dog? " Feng unconsciously glanced at the big dog he was holding and asked with a smile.
"Here you are How about going out to practice the car? " Seven kill also glanced at the horse under brother Jue's crotch and replied.
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On a sunny morning, two teenagers appeared on the streets of the community.
One of them was wearing a blue short sleeve T-shirt, with a small wave of brown hair; the other was wearing a black and blue sportswear, with a brown hair slanted.
They, E.J. and Derek, are both 12 years old this year. They are what we call campus bullies.
The two teenagers' daily hobby is to find fault with other students. Whether you are short, ugly, eccentric, fat, or Simply being one or two grades lower than them can be their reason to bully you.
Of course, their behavior has not reached the point where people and gods are angry. It's nothing more than bullying in the level of mischief For example, tripping over you, throwing your snacks on the ground, talking rubbish, or lifting your hat, etc.
On this day, E.J. and derrick wandered aimlessly in the community together in the early morning.
Like most American children living in the 1980s, in the age when the Internet was far from universal, "go out and find friends to play" was the most popular way of entertainment for them.
"Hey, look, isn't that Horace coming across the street?"
"Yes, the fat man is eating Snickers again."
"Shall we go up and straighten him out?"
"It suits me."
They fell in love with each other and immediately stepped forward to stop Horace.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to our show." e. J stands in front of Horace, raises his right hand, pretends to be holding a microphone, and says in the radio host's voice, "the question tonight is what makes fat kids so fat." He looked at Horace, and received maliciously. "Fat boy, what do you think?"
"Go away, E.J." Horace didn't reply angrily.
"Well "Go away. e.j’……” e. J pretended to be thoughtful and repeated what he had said. Then he said, " No, it's not a good answer. It doesn't make sense... " As he said this, he handed Derek the "microphone" he imagined and said, "let's give it to Derek, the street reporter, and listen to his ideas."
"Hello, everyone. I'm Derek. " Derek took the "microphone" very well, and said to Horace with a wry face, "I am now in a street blocked by the presence of fat boys." His sarcasm is not brilliant, but rather mean, "Hey! Fat boy. " He suddenly raised his voice and said to Horace, "can you stop eating?"
By the time he said this, E.J. had reached out and knocked down Horace's Snickers on the ground, and had a few hard strokes on them with the sole of his shoe.
"Listen, I have some problems with the secretion of glands, OK?" Though Horace looks simple and timid. But he didn't give in to these two bad teenagers, instead he said, "at least I'm not like some people The brain doesn't work. "
"What did you say? Dumbass? " e. J heard that. He raised his voice, gave Horace a push, and repeated, "you say it again!"
"I'm not a fool. My name is Horace!" Horace replied straightforwardly.
"Ah Ass... " Derek immediately sneered and forced the other person's name (here he deliberately separated the word Hora color and read it as horass).
e. J snatched the comic book in Horace's other hand, tore one into two and threw it to the ground.
"Oh, no, I tore it by accident." e. J finished these, but also pretended to cover his face with one hand. "Maybe it's because my brain doesn't work."
Horace looked down at the Snickers and comic books on the ground and muttered something wrongly.
Although he said it very lightly. But it was heard.
"What did you say? Dumbass! " e. J's line is the same as before, generally speaking. This kind of school bully's brain is really not easy to use, so his vocabulary is also very limited, "you have a kind of say it again!"
Horace did have a kind of heart. The simple fat man summoned up his courage and repeated the words he had just murmured in the volume that the other side could hear clearly: "I said you two are really bastards."
Before the voice fell, E.J gave Horace a push and rushed forward to press it to the ground.
Then, he rode on Horace's stomach, used his height and body size to hold down the little fat man, and then came to his face with a set of left and right eight fists.
And Horace's reaction is the same as that of all the children who are not good at fighting. After falling into a disadvantage, he used his hands to protect the hit part of the other side and instinctively closed his eyes.
In fact, E.J's fighting style is not brilliant, and he didn't use a great deal of power when he punched. This kind of fist will not break the skin or leave bruises even if it's not blocked. After all, it's just a fight between children. In their consciousness, there is no intention to hurt people. They just want to slap each other for a few times to ask for mercy.
"Let go of that child!"
However, at this time, a sharp drink came, interrupting the bullying.
This "Li" of "Li drink" It's mainly about tone, but the voice of the speaker doesn't sound intimidating at all, or even cute
"Ha?" E.J., who was riding on Horace, and Derek, who was standing beside him, looked up and saw a little figure five or six meters away.
This is a little boy in a full set of mini Assassin's clothes. His clothes are very delicate. The edge of the hood and the details of the clothes are embroidered with gold. The arm sheath on the wrist, the leather case, throwing knife belt and belt used to hold various props on the trunk and waist are all available. Even though these children in the 1980s have never seen or heard the term "Assassin's Creed", the cool degree of the dress itself is not clear enough.
"What? Do you want to meddle? Robin Hood. " Derek stared at Wang Tanzhi for a few seconds, then returned with a provocative tone and sarcastic the shape of Xiaotan.
Since he is three years younger than the other, Xiao Tan's body size is obviously different from that of E.J. and derrick, so the latter is not empty to see him.
"Why don't you go to someone who is the same or bigger than your boss?" Xiaotan asked a silly question.
As we all know, bullying the soft and the hard and bullying the strong are the iron principles of the bad juvenile world. On the premise that the number or physique is not superior. They usually don't take the initiative.
"Hey, you want to be a hero, don't you? Boy. " e. J stands up from Horace and approaches with Derek with a little sigh. "I advise you to save yourself. I don't want to see you go home crying and complain to your mother."
"That's what we do..." A little sigh never goes back. Stand tall (though only one meter and three) and show an attitude of always being with you.
In any case, he is also an adult. Even if he doesn't rely on the skills and goods in the game, and only relies on an adult's mind and experience, he can beat the two children on the premise of his bad body shape.
"I'll beat you!" Derek and E.J jumped on each other, and used the basic routine of children's fight to push it down first.
This kind of fighting mode is also the habit that they have formed by fighting with children whose physique is worse than their own all the year round. Those children are usually unable to find a way to get rid of when they are oppressed by people's weight, so they will be beaten by single hanging.
But Xiaotan won't give the other party such a chance.
Facing the two teenagers who are nearly one head taller than himself and who are coming together, he resolutely supports the ground with one hand and records three side pedals. In the blink of an eye, the soles of his two small feet hit the knees of the two precisely.
The next second, E.J. and Derek screamed, holding their left knee and right knee, respectively, and fell to the ground, then rolled up and down in pain.
"Ah After all, it's all children, and that's the solution. " Small sigh reorganizes the posture, in the heart reads a way. "But these two guys are exaggerating I hardly use my strength... "
Just as he was thinking, the two men really got up from the ground, but they immediately chose to limp in the opposite direction
"Damn it! You remember! "
"Ha Ha... Wait for me... "
Wait for those two to run away awkwardly for tens of meters. Xiaotan went to Horace and asked, "are you OK, boy Er... Man. " He almost blurted out the word "child".
"No, thank you." Horace patted the dust on his body and asked excitedly, "I said You're so good. You can do that. What's that? Chinese Kung Fu? "
"Well That's right. " Small sigh chat up a smile, casually back.
I didn't expect Horace to get more excited: "Oh! That's cool. " He paused for half a second to receive. "That My name is Horace. What's your name? "
"In vain." Xiaotan directly said his game nickname. According to his experience, the system usually deals with cultural differences in addressing.
"Oh. Nice to meet you, ang. " Sure enough, Horace's reaction seemed to be no contradiction.
"Me too, Horace." Little sigh answered. At this point in the dialogue, Xiaotan actually wants to find a time to leave. Although it's important to uphold justice and chivalry, he still has a task.
"Ah! Right! " But all of a sudden, Horace seemed to think of something. He opened his eyes and said, "Ang, are you interested in joining our club?"
"Club?" Xiaotan wondered for half a second and asked, "what club?"
Horace did not immediately answer his question, but went on to ask, "do you have time now? I'll take you to see some people. "
…………
At the same time, in the same community, on another street.
"Well, isn't this brother Qisha?" Riding on the small bike, he could not feel his one foot supporting the ground, while looking at the road block in front of him, he quickly ate the toast in his mouth.
Brother Jue and Qi Sha can recognize each other. It's not because they have known each other since they were young. They mainly judge each other by their clothes. When you look at your face, you will find something similar to the adult version.
"Yes, it's me." Seven kill to return a way with a smile.
"Here you are How about walking the dog? " Feng unconsciously glanced at the big dog he was holding and asked with a smile.
"Here you are How about going out to practice the car? " Seven kill also glanced at the horse under brother Jue's crotch and replied.
On a sunny morning, two teenagers appeared on the streets of the community. One of them was wearing a blue short sleeve T-shirt, with a small wave of brown hair; the other was wearing a black and blue sportswear, with a brown hair slanted. They, E.J. and Derek, are both 12 years old this year. They are what we call campus bullies. The two teenagers' daily hobby is to find fault with other students. Whether you are short, ugly, eccentric, fat, or Simply being one or two grades lower than them can be their reason to bully you. Of course, their behavior has not reached the point where people and gods are angry. It's nothing more than bullying in the level of mischief For example, tripping over you, throwing your snacks on the ground, talking rubbish, or lifting your hat, etc. On this day, E.J. and derrick wandered aimlessly in the community together in the early morning. Like most American children living in the 1980s, in the age when the Internet was far from universal, "go out and find friends to play" was the most popular way of entertainment for them. "Hey, look, isn't that Horace coming across the street?" "Yes, the fat man is eating Snickers again." "Shall we go up and straighten him out?" "It suits me." They fell in love with each other and immediately stepped forward to stop Horace. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to our show." e. J stands in front of Horace, raises his right hand, pretends to be holding a microphone, and says in the radio host's voice, "the question tonight is what makes fat kids so fat." He looked at Horace, and received maliciously. "Fat boy, what do you think?" "Go away, E.J." Horace didn't reply angrily. "Well "Go away. e.j' e. J pretended to be thoughtful and repeated what he had said. Then he said, " No, it's not a good answer. It doesn't make sense... " As he said this, he handed Derek the "microphone" he imagined and said, "let's give it to Derek, the street reporter, and listen to his ideas." "Hello, everyone. I'm Derek. " Derek took the "microphone" very well, and said to Horace with a wry face, "I am now in a street blocked by the presence of fat boys." His sarcasm is not brilliant, but rather mean, "Hey! Fat boy. " He suddenly raised his voice and said to Horace, "can you stop eating?" By the time he said this, E.J. had reached out and knocked down Horace's Snickers on the ground, and had a few hard strokes on them with the sole of his shoe. "Listen, I have some problems with the secretion of glands, OK?" Though Horace looks simple and timid. But he didn't give in to these two bad teenagers, instead he said, "at least I'm not like some people The brain doesn't work. " "What did you say? Dumbass? " e. J heard that. He raised his voice, gave Horace a push, and repeated, "you say it again!" "I'm not a fool. My name is Horace!" Horace replied straightforwardly. "Ah Ass... " Derek immediately sneered and forced the other person's name here he deliberately separated the word Hora color and read it as horass. e. J snatched the comic book in Horace's other hand, tore one into two and threw it to the ground. "Oh, no, I tore it by accident." e. J finished these, but also pretended to cover his face with one hand. "Maybe it's because my brain doesn't work." Horace looked down at the Snickers and comic books on the ground and muttered something wrongly. Although he said it very lightly. But it was heard. "What did you say? Dumbass! " e. J's line is the same as before, generally speaking. This kind of school bully's brain is really not easy to use, so his vocabulary is also very limited, "you have a kind of say it again!" Horace did have a kind of heart. The simple fat man summoned up his courage and repeated the words he had just murmured in the volume that the other side could hear clearly: "I said you two are really bastards." Before the voice fell, E.J gave Horace a push and rushed forward to press it to the ground. Then, he rode on Horace's stomach, used his height and body size to hold down the little fat man, and then came to his face with a set of left and right eight fists. And Horace's reaction is the same as that of all the children who are not good at fighting. After falling into a disadvantage, he used his hands to protect the hit part of the other side and instinctively closed his eyes. In fact, E.J's fighting style is not brilliant, and he didn't use a great deal of power when he punched. This kind of fist will not break the skin or leave bruises even if it's not blocked. After all, it's just a fight between children. In their consciousness, there is no intention to hurt people. They just want to slap each other for a few times to ask for mercy. "Let go of that child!" However, at this time, a sharp drink came, interrupting the bullying. This "Li" of "Li drink" It's mainly about tone, but the voice of the speaker doesn't sound intimidating at all, or even cute "Ha?" E.J., who was riding on Horace, and Derek, who was standing beside him, looked up and saw a little figure five or six meters away. This is a little boy in a full set of mini Assassin's clothes. His clothes are very delicate. The edge of the hood and the details of the clothes are embroidered with gold. The arm sheath on the wrist, the leather case, throwing knife belt and belt used to hold various props on the trunk and waist are all available. Even though these children in the 1980s have never seen or heard the term "Assassin's Creed", the cool degree of the dress itself is not clear enough. "What? Do you want to meddle? Robin Hood. " Derek stared at Wang Tanzhi for a few seconds, then returned with a provocative tone and sarcastic the shape of Xiaotan. Since he is three years younger than the other, Xiao Tan's body size is obviously different from that of E.J. and derrick, so the latter is not empty to see him. "Why don't you go to someone who is the same or bigger than your boss?" Xiaotan asked a silly question. As we all know, bullying the soft and the hard and bullying the strong are the iron principles of the bad juvenile world. On the premise that the number or physique is not superior. They usually don't take the initiative. "Hey, you want to be a hero, don't you? Boy. " e. J stands up from Horace and approaches with Derek with a little sigh. "I advise you to save yourself. I don't want to see you go home crying and complain to your mother." "That's what we do..." A little sigh never goes back. Stand tall though only one meter and three and show an attitude of always being with you. In any case, he is also an adult. Even if he doesn't rely on the skills and goods in the game, and only relies on an adult's mind and experience, he can beat the two children on the premise of his bad body shape. "I'll beat you!" Derek and E.J jumped on each other, and used the basic routine of children's fight to push it down first. This kind of fighting mode is also the habit that they have formed by fighting with children whose physique is worse than their own all the year round. Those children are usually unable to find a way to get rid of when they are oppressed by people's weight, so they will be beaten by single hanging. But Xiaotan won't give the other party such a chance. Facing the two teenagers who are nearly one head taller than himself and who are coming together, he resolutely supports the ground with one hand and records three side pedals. In the blink of an eye, the soles of his two small feet hit the knees of the two precisely. The next second, E.J. and Derek screamed, holding their left knee and right knee, respectively, and fell to the ground, then rolled up and down in pain. "Ah After all, it's all children, and that's the solution. " Small sigh reorganizes the posture, in the heart reads a way. "But these two guys are exaggerating I hardly use my strength... " Just as he was thinking, the two men really got up from the ground, but they immediately chose to limp in the opposite direction "Damn it! You remember! " "Ha Ha... Wait for me... " Wait for those two to run away awkwardly for tens of meters. Xiaotan went to Horace and asked, "are you OK, boy Er... Man. " He almost blurted out the word "child". "No, thank you." Horace patted the dust on his body and asked excitedly, "I said You're so good. You can do that. What's that? Chinese Kung Fu? " "Well That's right. " Small sigh chat up a smile, casually back. I didn't expect Horace to get more excited: "Oh! That's cool. " He paused for half a second to receive. "That My name is Horace. What's your name? " "In vain." Xiaotan directly said his game nickname. According to his experience, the system usually deals with cultural differences in addressing. "Oh. Nice to meet you, ang. " Sure enough, Horace's reaction seemed to be no contradiction. "Me too, Horace." Little sigh answered. At this point in the dialogue, Xiaotan actually wants to find a time to leave. Although it's important to uphold justice and chivalry, he still has a task. "Ah! Right! " But all of a sudden, Horace seemed to think of something. He opened his eyes and said, "Ang, are you interested in joining our club?" "Club?" Xiaotan wondered for half a second and asked, "what club?" Horace did not immediately answer his question, but went on to ask, "do you have time now? I'll take you to see some people. " At the same time, in the same community, on another street. "Well, isn't this brother Qisha?" Riding on the small bike, he could not feel his one foot supporting the ground, while looking at the road block in front of him, he quickly ate the toast in his mouth. Brother Jue and Qi Sha can recognize each other. It's not because they have known each other since they were young. They mainly judge each other by their clothes. When you look at your face, you will find something similar to the adult version. "Yes, it's me." Seven kill to return a way with a smile. "Here you are How about walking the dog? " Feng unconsciously glanced at the big dog he was holding and asked with a smile. "Here you are How about going out to practice the car? " Seven kill also glanced at the horse under brother Jue's crotch and replied.
