But it’s obvious that Uncle Tong hasn’t practiced so profound eye-catching kung fu, and there may be some hope for the big brother Haicheng, who is famous for his eyes, to do the truth.
Chivalrous armor looked at it for a while and then flew away immediately.
Ancient not to each other from the figure bowed deeply.
He has long known and calculated that the knight-errant armor is of great benefit to himself, and he has never really clashed with the other side
Some people do whatever they want, but it is best to bully others casually so as to knock down all those who maintain justice.
But they forget that if a stronger person oppresses his head, no one will stand up for him.
History has repeatedly said that the beggar can’t be protected and the emperor can be protected, but some people have always pretended not to understand.
The emergence of a new era has given these people a chance to be emperors all the time, which has made them even more exclusive to those who maintain basic justice and regard them as a thorn in their side.
They forget that ups and downs are the normal state, and there are ups and downs of the state, ups and downs of the strong and weak, birth and death.
It’s great to bully others when you are strong, and it’s even more embarrassing when you are weak.
Thoughts overflow, and the body will disappear without moving.
This time there was no iron wall in front of him.
"Wait …"
The familiar sound came again, and then the knight-errant appeared in front of him again.
Gu did not stop immediately with a hint of gratitude. "I wonder if the venerable master has orders?"
Chivalrous man looked at him with a straight face and said, "You should be white."
"Yes, I should be white." Gu Bu smiled wryly and then took off his hand, a ring and a bracelet to push each other and floated past.
"It’s also good to deal with Cong people when there are no waves." Knight A waved his hand and two pieces of jewelry disappeared, then nodded with satisfaction.
"By the way, I’ll leave this micro-signal for you to touch that guy again. Remember to CALL me." The sentence left by Chivalrous Jialiu finally really disappeared.
Ancient don’t look at each other’s back smile, but my heart has a strange warm current passing by.
How long has it been since anyone has been able to feel so safe?
How many other people in this world can you safely face your back to others?
Hehe, it seems that I haven’t touched my parents since I was born.
But I seem to have found a little familiar feeling just now.
He took a deep breath, his face calmed down again, and he returned to Gujingbo’s state of mind, only to wear it toward the scheduled place.
Chivalrous man A goes his own way and will continue to go his own way.
Chapter three hundred and fifty A little flower la la la!
"The ancient is not really rich. If only he had been blocked twice by wisdom …" Uncle Tong’s tone was filled with excitement that he could not help but hope.
Fang Ning ten words after hearing this, the unlucky boy is estimated to be grateful to Uncle Tong now …
"What poor magic weapon all melt materials recycling antique calligraphy and painting? This is what I heard is very valuable …? "
Uncle Tong asked Fang Ning.
"Gone with the golden age antiques are now a lot of these antiques in fall in price, and they should be valuable only after calligraphy and painting. Keep them first. Let’s go in the fresh-keeping area."
Fang Ning doesn’t know much about antiques, but he knows that this thing is really expensive. The more prosperous it is, the higher the price is.
We must not panic now. It is time for some professionals to bargain-hunting.
Uncle Tong then put a piece of Zhang Zhengui calligraphy and painting porcelain into the fresh-keeping area.
Now it’s almost a grocery store, but for Zheng Dao’s help in selling goods, some of them have changed hands from time to time
No matter how big it is, I can’t resist filling it in 24 hours.
Fang Ning endured for a while and finally could not help but say, "Uncle, you don’t need my body to check the magic weapon. Give me ten days off first …"
Uncle Tong plausibly said, "If you play with me, I don’t care about you from ten days now. If you feel bored, you can go to the dragon mysterious place to breathe. There is a big place and many acquaintances."
Fang Ning speechless he walked, "you just make do for me? Early know I shouldn’t tell you all the ins and outs of intellectual difficulties … Uncle Tong, you’ve changed, and you’re not the honest one before. "
Uncle Tong confidently said, "Those who are near Zhu Zhechi and near Mexico are black. Besides, I didn’t lie. I said I would give you ten days off, but I didn’t say I would end your body trust …"
"Yeah, you wait." Fang Ning got into the dragon mystery at losing.
"Wait and wait, anyway, you are a severe late procrastination, and you will forget it if you drag it." Uncle Tong is full of words.
Now people are worried outside, the entertainment industry is depressed, and the game novels are stagnant.
Ghost area ghost area, who loves to play interesting online games, is the only one who is dying. Yang is still hot against the trend. "The Animals Fight for Dad" is still his gold base. Naturally, he has little interest.
So he has no interest in the internet and wants to go out to play.
Fang Ning dragged his body into the dragon’s mysterious territory dejectedly as if it were the essence.
Just entering, a high-pitched strange song poured into his ear, giving him a sense of inexplicable intimacy, so he immediately followed the sound.
The sound comes from the medicine garden
At this time, some Baishi people are busy taking care of the precious medicinal materials and taking care of them properly.
These workers may seem unremarkable, but it is extremely difficult for the earth to find them.
It’s incredible to know that many delicate flowers and plants are tricky and need to sing to grow well.
And these precious herbs are not far behind, such as the quick-witted old ginseng …
No, Fang Ning soon found the source of the song.
It turned out to be a strong white stone man squatting in front of this lush and strong plant. My colleagues don’t know how many times the old man sang high.
"A … small … flowers … la … la … la …"
Thick lines and rough timbre are not enough to make the audience cry and the listener collapse.
Next to this big stone man, there is a working woman dressed in thick clothes.
She is plain, and now she is holding her forehead with her right hand, and her face is in pain.
However, the old ginseng seems to be enjoying himself, shaking the hypertrophy leaves from time to time, and it seems that he is still responding to the beat.
This ginseng in the trough is really refined …
Fang Ning’s temperament changed a lot, and he didn’t disturb the stone man’s song