Doomsday Pavilion

About two hours later, Song Qingyun came back—to be precise, he was backed by Huang Dashan.

His face was full of vicissitudes and despair, his hands trembled unconsciously, and his walking posture was quite strange.

Even Lin Chou was shocked.

"What's the matter... Then Mrs. Rong is embarrassed."

Chen Qingyu suddenly became happy.

"Oh, who is this? This is not Song Qingyun, the famous leader in the coastal defense line, Song Qingyun, Song Daxia! Years are really a pig-killing knife. In the blink of an eye, how do you feel Song Daxia you have suffered more than me? Twenty knives? This vicissitudes of life...with another pinch of white hair, you can pretend to be Li Lianying."

Song Qingyun is sullen, Dantian's eyes are fierce,

"You are the second uncle, there is a way to heaven, you don't go, The Underworld has no way to break in! Chen Qingyu! I will use you to carry the anger that I have nowhere to put today! Hey! Eat daddy Heavenly Horse Meteor Fist!!!"

"boom!"

Lin Chou murmured,

"This line is familiar."

Shan Ye found a place to sit down and shouted by the way,

"Go out and fight. If you smash something, can you afford to pay it?-I said, they really know each other?"

"Who knows, what kind of hatred or resentment, what happened to Song Qingyun, limping."

"Small offenses almost become smaller, lameness is a psychological disorder, and has nothing to do with the body."

"It's damn deep!"

Lord Shan's eyes were burning,

"You don't understand! I've asked, this Song Qingyun, a dog, Virgo Saint Seiya, is a very rare and complicated creature. Normal theories don't work with him. Do you remember Jiang Zhengyang?"

"remember."

"The kid is in the late stage of cancer, and the one in front of him is even more serious. In the late stage of psychological cancer, he is obviously a saint and he has to pick and choose. If he can't understand the words, he still refuses to give up the title of the little white dragon in the waves. The women have already forgiven him for even dying and forcing the sour old prose to go on endlessly-if it weren't for the kindness of Shan Ye, this kid would have been exploded first and then abandoned in the wilderness."

Lin Chou scratched his head,

"Is Chrysanthemum so stiff... first violence and then violence? How can you be sure that this is not what Song Daxia really expected?"

Shan Ye said unfathomably,

"This explosion, no other violence, very leopard!"

"..."

Depend on! Which bao in the end! !

Two cups of wells drew cold water, Shan Ye pointed out,

"Oh, the fight is over, let's see if there is anything damaged and ask them to pay ten times the compensation."

Lin Chou rolled his eyes and said to the two of them,

"Next time you do something here, the owner will blacklist you!"

Chen Qingyu wore two nosebleeds, and his clothes were ragged and covered in dust.

"Innocent, he obviously did it first."

Song Qingyun took a mouthful of blood foam.

"Unfaithful, unrighteous and unfilial, everyone gets punishable, daddy is called walking for the heavens!"

Chen Qingyu cursed loudly,

"Fuck your mother's ass, daddy, everyone loves flowers and flowers bloom, and the character is guaranteed. Three views are upright. Who doesn't praise me Chen Qingyu is reasonable and well-founded, but you, huh, hypocrite!"

"I'm going to you*, Chen Qingyu, you still not wanting face? Say yes to the ultimate bachelor's night party, your fucking wife is here, you Sa Yazi ran away and threw us to a group of old guys, my fucking legs were almost beaten Bro, the injury on the butt hasn't healed yet!"

"If it wasn't for you to get a high-profile first, you have to find a girl to come over. As for this kind of thing, you also said something about riding a horse, the whole street has heard it, and it would be a blame for not being caught."

"Hey, you make sense. You don’t need to have an engagement banquet and hold the party. The daddy will do it for you, but you guys sold us all as soon as you changed hands? Do you know how old I am? How dark is mom's move?"

Chen Qingyu felt guilty and insisted.

"Then...Isn't it my wife who frightened me, or else, can I tell you..."

"Dare to sprinkle dog food with tracheitis?"

Song Qingyun went into flames, rolled his arms to his sleeves and prepared to educate him on what it means to stab his chest.

Chen Qingyu howled,

"Fuck... what are you doing... don't come here, let me tell you... oh... my eyes... you fucking unreasonable, you take a few prostitutes yourself, You hit me for a banana and winter melon peel... Ow... Don't hit your face Damn, don't scratch me... I am so special... My daughter-in-law saw the unexplainable fog grass..."

Song Qingyun grinned,

"Explanation? Tell me your daughter-in-law and sister-in-law and sister-in-law, daddy's mother, you might be late tonight!!"

"Although daddy calls himself daddy, but you are not really daddy, you are enough, daddy will not be like you, daddy, you are used to you...you still fight... daddy fights with you!"

"Come on, today, either you die or I live!"

The next thing is the "pop" sound of fists and fists shaking the mountain.

And what they said was really loud, sound, justified, well-founded and well-documented, and Shan Ye and Lin Chou were dumbfounded when they heard it.

Shan Ye asked,

"Are you still blacklisted?"

Lin Chou completely forgot what he said and muttered to himself.

"Hei Shen Hai's amateur life, is it so rich?"

Shan Ye pinched his beard, serious,

"Basic exercise, don't 6, sit all."

Then make a sudden insight,

"Fogcao, Daddy finally knows why Master Wei Tian Xingwei is going to the Black Army, hehehehe...it's so exciting..."

Lin Chou glanced at him disgustingly.

"Please don't use your vulgar and malicious speculation to tarnish the ideals of those who are truly moral, okay?"

"Have good morals? Who... Oh, by the way, I saw Master Gungun holding a plate and licking there just now. Have you eaten good food with daddy on your back?"

"Dog food, you either."

"..."

Whoever wants it, anyway, your mountain master still has a city full of girls waiting for him to pamper him... well, the accurate adjective is greedy.

Thinking of this, Lord Shan unconsciously hiccups.

"Fogweed... why daddy feels so full all of a sudden..."

"Your imagination... the white hair doesn't float in the green water, this handsome uncle convinces you."

The Lord Shan suddenly widened his eyes.

"Is that Lushui of Zhang Lushui, who is that kid called Baimao?"

"..."

Song Qingyun was refreshed after he was beaten up, and the depression accumulated over many days finally dissipated completely-or that it had spread to Chen Qingyu.

Chen Qingyu said unconvincingly,

"If it wasn't for daddy's broken ribs a few days ago and still hadn't recovered, it's up to you? I'm!"

Song Qingyun continued to feel refreshed and sneered.

"Hehe, who wouldn't be able to speak up, but I want to persuade you, young man, practice tells us that saliva is used to count banknotes, not to force it, unless you can do it like daddy. Make a mark on someone’s face, and then make up a hundred punches, tusk, so that it can be logical."

"you..."

Chen Qingyu dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak-he was afraid of pain.

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