Gossip King

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The space is like imprisoned.

, the two footsteps suddenly sounded.

Lao Zhao's half-skinned body slightly moved, his hands in the hands of the gods 'Dew' out of his high tension and 'fine' force concentrated, the throat tangled up, slightly squinted.

Breathing, also stopped, just wait for the thousands of hair.

, a few soft footsteps.

Listening to this sound, it is close to the ground, it is nearby.

The old Zhao's eyes were fierce, his double 'leg' moved next to it, and the gun in the hand rely on the direction of the corner. After the point of his eyes, he did not discover the portals, he moved forward.

Oh, his footsteps are gentle, almost can't hear the sound, can hear the end of this night 'color' silence, then light steps can hear the end. After all, it is still light than the cold footsteps.

He left a step forward.

After this step, he suddenly felt something wrong.

Square, is it too big? It seems that some deliberately tell him. he thinks.

, a built-in footsteps came again, and suddenly stopped in the fm, just at the corner.

Lao Zhao Li quickly recovered his thoughts and lowered the sound: "Who! Reporting the name."

"Hey, there is no famous man." A laughtered came out from the corner, and a few funny players 'gaming', and the nervousness of Lao Zhao is really different in the sky.

This is the provocation of ** 'naked'.

Quotes the golden gun, the old Zhao, but it is still worth it.

This laughter makes the old Zhao Yan face, he bite his teeth, and the throat is once again and down again, and the voice of dull humiliation, he swallowed this breath. cotton candy

Fuck, so mad! Old Zhao is dark, and the body moves quickly. From the perspective of the most to see the corner, it will become a wall with a wall, which makes a eye 'color', the man is back, and retreats to the stone icon. The intersection, he turned his head, reached out, made a stop action. Tell the companion behind the pay attention to the protection.

Two people nodded.

One of the muzzle towards the north, one person south, overturned the intersection of the old Zhao.

No suffocation, old Zhao, can be attacked with peace of mind and fight.

"Try your gun." The high-cooled voice laughed, the voice did not fall, a small black shadow suddenly flew out from the corner.

The old hang is tight.

Snapped! A crisp.

Open the gun and live directly. It is a kind of iron to shoot to Lao Zhao, and hit is a kind of iron. He never lost.

The residue of the place is black.

It is actually a pistol.

"You said that you are a golden gun old Zhao?" The sound came from the corner, not slowly, with chat.

Old Zhao did not pick up, just a little foot, quickly close to the corner.

"I am a golden gun." The sound is almost next to the ears of Lao Zhao. The cold is at the corner, and the old Zhao is also there, the two only have a ninety-degree corner.

Old Zhao stretched out and took a small thing in the back, it was a mirror, secretly squatted, put the mirror in the ground, gently push it forward.

On the mirror, there is a high-cooled figure. I saw him with a hat. The hat was very low. The mask was also honest and the face was soaked, and the back is on the wall, one hand 'inserted in' pants' sub-pocket And another hand ....... actually ... digging nose.

Digging nose? !

This makes the old Zhao from the war for many years can no longer endure, the words are provocative or to "strike 'angry", which affects the gun method. He is older, naturally will not be active.

Can you dig your nose? !

The two have a line of , only when you get your heartbeat, this is the mother's nose? !

This is just absurd!

Ten thousand grass mud horses have passed, almost did not step on the old Zhao, arrogant! Old Zhao Xinzhong hills in the sea, and the road.

His muzzle shook slightly, once again turned his head and looked at the rear, the younger brother gatched the old road, dead and staring at the junction.

Lao Zhao once again looked at the mirror.

......

A burst of angry.

Digging that is called a sour, it is simply indulgent that the feeling of self-extricted, and the other hand has been stretched out, and it is free to take it.

There is no gun in both hands, this is a death, it is time to act. Lao Zhao took the idea, twisted the head again and looked at the rear, made an offensive action.

The body of the two suddenly stretched, more and more behind.

Twisted the head again, the old hanger looked at the glasses, the high-cooler in the mirror was still leaning against the wall, but the eyes also fell into the direction of the mirror, and founded the clue.

High-tank rushing in the direction of the mirror, extending the middle finger.

"Take it!" A roar, Lao Zhao is a sprinkled forward, people have not left the corner, and the guns will open. Just turn, a second time.

boom! A gun ring.

After the gun ringing, the old man left the corner and stood straight to the intersection, and the gun was aligned with the intersection of the high refrigeration.

but......

It is found that empty space is empty on this road.

Lao Zhao's brain has a maneuchong, can't believe in his eyes. Obvious ... I have seen someone in the mirror before a second, how suddenly, no one?

This road is at least 50 meters, so far from the distance, how can it be no one?

Old Zhao Benne's half-squatted along the wall, just ran a few steps, heard two signs and the sound of the people.

bad!

Old Zhao is so busy to turn, return to the intersection again, look at it, it is shocked. I saw that the two younger brothers fell to the ground. If the dead corpse is generally movable. He quickly ran over, and he didn't see someone at the intersection, but saw one of the younger's face.

'Mao' Cineral.

In the younger brother, a nose, big, black, or ... fresh.

This......

Old Zhao panicked.

Is this the same person? !

This is the same person!

What else is it?

can......

How can it be?

If it is a person, he has to bypass the intersection of the back, and there is a lap around the warehouse around the barrel, a circle, this warehouse is not large, but there is a thousand meters.

But a few seconds.

"Who?! Who ?!" Old Zhao became a few shots in the sky.

This is a help.

His hand shot.

"What's wrong ?!" Yuan, came in a panicked question, listened to this movement, just entered the big 'door', the people of the blade arrived.

A black shadow was in an instant, swept the old Zhao, slap, the gunshed. The golden gun old Zhao was pressed against the wall.

He still didn't see clearly, the black shadow stretched a hand and grabbed his hand and slammed the wall.

Dizzy.

"There is no time to play with you." The high-cooked laughed, kicked the old crane kicking on the ground, bending the keys from his 'pants' belt on the belt, and his eyes fell to the 89 warehouse.

A fine footsteps are far close, and there is about Mo K1, this time is enough.

A black shadow, the high-cooled instant appeared at the 89 warehouse 'door' mouth, took out the key 'inserted', and a twisted.

The key is right.

He smiled slightly and reached out.

'Door', but the silk is not moving.

(Thank I want to grasp a monthly ticket for life, thank the tombstone to reward again.)