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Chapter 1822: Tragic plot 11

[Volume 1] Section 1822: Calculated by the tragedy 11

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"Well! Stink kid."

When Chen Ming kicked the enemy in front, the guy behind rushed up; as soon as he raised his hand, pressed Chen Ming's shoulder, he pulled Chen Ming's clothes and made him unhappy.

Unexpectedly, Chen Ming was directly a "lazy donkey with a hoof", which was a kicking guy who grabbed his clothes in one foot. Because of taking off his clothes, the badness was not stable.

After the feet; for a moment, a scream was screamed, and the teammates in the back also hit out.

Seeing that now getting a temporary vacuum area, Chen Ming quickly rushed towards the front; when a bad preparation was standing up, it was a fist, and then flew out of this cricket. Then, in the stunned everyone, Chen Ming

Jumping directly, he kicked on the railing of the bridgehead, and actually turned over a beautiful air, flying directly from the head of the crowd. When he landed firmly, he had already on the bridge.

"I wipe it! Nima, Superman!" The hand of Chen Ming just exclaimed the bad people; that, the skills, the top parkour players, is nothing more than that!

"Started *** What do you look at? Give me chasing me quickly, don't let the guy run for me!" Bancun pulled his throat and suddenly howl, and everyone woke up, one by one, followed Chen Ming, followed by Chen Ming.

Chase behind.

Now Chen Ming, running on the side constantly; he knows that he must be caught by these guys, and he must be finished. But this time, it seems that the goddess of God, her old man, abandoned our Chen Ming children's shoes.

This was not far away. A garden was a garden in the community.

There is only one front door in this place. When you come here, it is completely ended.

"Haha, run! Stink boy, I see where you can still go now! Brother, give me!" Bankou roared, once again, the battle broke out in this community.

Chen Ming knew that he couldn't run away, and he simply opened it; the last time he jumped twenty, it was a little weapon, and when there was a place, he consumed the opponent a little bit.

More than ten people, Chen Ming's end is conceivable.

Often his fist, just hitting an opponent out of his fist, behind him, kicking on his own body. When he kicked this, he would rush up three or four people immediately, and the restraint of himself.
Chapter completed!
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