mousepad-d2 Chapter 5
Chapter 5
"Junior brother in the faction, so what?"
Facing the sight of Youhu almost killing people, Dugu showed a calmness beyond the mundane world.He even lowered his head very suddenly, kissed Anping's forehead, and let out a loud "pop": "At least in my opinion, he didn't show you the 'harmonious blind date' of other juniors."
The words "harmony and blind date" are especially heavy when bitten by a fox.
And Anping is already stupid.
—Wait, wait, wait, who can tell him what happened? Why, why, why, why, these people have such a strange style of painting? ! ! !
Feeling that the forehead that had just been slapped by the MUA was so hot, Anping suddenly let out a howl, but seeing the Qi rising from the dantian and growing from the limbs, he broke free from the opponent, the kite turned over and jumped up and poof La la la la la ran to the distance of the mountain, bringing up smoke and dust flying all the way.
The two who had been refusing to give in to each other a few seconds ago looked at the direction in which the young man was leaving with bewildered faces, and then, stimulated by the flying dust, sneezed one after another.
Jimo Youhu: "...Little Junior Brother is very good at lightness kung fu."
Jimo Dugu: "...what brother said is absolutely true."
And Anping, who let himself go, finally recovered from the instinctive parkour movement, and found that he was lost in the remote corner of the mountain again.
As if a fully-filled vehicle had run out of fuel after a long journey, he almost fell straight down from half height.I thought that I would be scrapped, and if I was unlucky, I might be able to wear it directly or wear it back.But I felt that the place where it landed was softer than expected, so that except for a little pain in the tailbone, there was no injury to the whole body.
Oh yes, I'm a little dizzy too.
He got up shaking his Venus-covered head, the sudden weightlessness and the aftereffects of a suspected mild concussion, at this moment, an infinite loop of spacewalks was playing out in his brain, and the tune was vibrating very rhythmically.Shaking, shaking, shaking, his vision finally returned to normal, and his first reaction felt that something was wrong——
There seems to be someone down there.
Note that the following is a preposition of location, not a verb or a noun.
Realizing this, Anping jumped up almost straight away, and was three meters away from the opponent in an instant.As a result, the paste that had just settled in his brain fluctuated violently, causing his eyes to blur.
Then he heard a soft cluck, and it seemed that something was stepped on under his feet.
After the faint dizziness dissipated, Anping dared to lower his head again and looked at the foreign object touched by the bottom of his feet—it was a sign, the same style as his disciple card, and it obviously belonged to the person in front of him.
So he bent down to pick it up, and saw the four words on it: Jimo bitter goblet.
Hey, this name... Could it be the last melon? !
Brother Gua...ah no, the Jimo bitter goblet is being spread out into a fairly standard human cake with its face facing the loess and its back facing the sky.Apparently, Anping's fall from the sky just now brought a lot of force, which directly caused the soil layer he was on to collapse a few centimeters, and his whole body was "embedded" in it.
Holding the sign, Anping stared at the people on the ground with half-surprise and suspicion, thinking about whether the other party still looks angry like this, and the probability of the hero or villain dying from being crushed to death.
At this moment, the bitter goblet moved.
His only right hand, which was completely above the mud level, rested on the ground at hand.Then, looking very cold, pulled the face out of the soil.
... Anping wasn't sure if he heard the "poof" sound of pulling a carrot.
In the next second, a pleasing face full of heroic style met his eyes.
"..."
Anping suddenly froze.
The moment he met this person's gaze, an inexplicable, unreasonable and sudden fear seized him firmly.
The author has something to say: I always feel that the painting style of this article is about to fly out
The three main characters are assembled, and then you can call the big dick voyeurism (hey