"Alright! I will let you know what you know, don't ask if you shouldn't know. [" Chen Ming looked around, carefully, and then turned his head to low voice: "This is not a place to speak,

Go to your room! "

"good!"

Seeing that Chen Ming was so serious, he nodded and quickly turned around and walked towards the house.

"Hey! I said Ma Brother, don't you want the guys who eat?" The fat man pointed at the pickup head on the ground and shouted loudly.

"I still have to fart! Now the boss is back, everyone has to eat and drink spicy. Seriously, this bitter work is really not human. I still take back my machete and gun." Ma

Brother also seemed to come out of the shadow of a friend's sacrifice.

After all, compared to that bitter life, many people are willing to go to this way? At that time, the FAN created FAN was going to lose their heads. Why did those farmers do it?

Isn't it forced to live a good life?

Just like the promotion of Der D, who is the master of the family, and the soil is divided into the field. Each emperor who brings the lead to make FAN, they shouted the same slogan, but the result?

The surnamed Wang overturned the surname Li. The peasants who followed him at the beginning were the masters of the family, and they were divided into fields and became officials. But there are still farmers in the world. They are still exploiting another group of farmers.

It's out of the topic, not much to talk about.

Ma Ge quickly opened the door, a large group of people quickly walked in, then closed the door, and pulled the curtains. Suddenly, the house was dark.

The fat man went to find the switch, just press it, and suddenly the tragedy was found out!

"I wipe it! I said Ma Ge, are you mixed with it? You can't even afford the electricity!" The fat man said without curiosity.

"I just stopped yesterday, it's okay! It's better to keep confidential." After that, the guy took out the lighter, groped for a long time, and ignited a candle.

Then, then

"Boss, can you say now?" Everyone looked at Chen Ming aside, which felt a bit like a midsummer. The game of "ghost story is cool".

Chen Ming took out a pack from his pocket, seven dollars of "Yellow Fruit Tree", just put on that candle, and sucked it fiercely. After lit, I pretended to be a full of B's ​​faint ways.

: "That's it, it's too long!"

"Guru ..."

He was swallowed by him as an appetite.

Sweeping his head stared at his eyes, looking at Chen Mingdao straightly: "Boss, then you can say a long talk! We want to know the most, why don't you die?"

Chen Ming looked at the eyes of curiosity and desire, spit a cigarette, and said faintly: "Because I didn't shoot at the time at that time! All the bullets were empty bombs.

It is the "color bomb" made of animal blood and pigment. "

"How is it possible? Isn't the strip so boring?" The fat pig king exclaimed, and the others were puzzled. The bars were boring? I was full? Play this kind of "fraud" game.

"Of course, they can't have this capital and qualifications to play this game. Behind this, there is a powerful and terrible organization." Chen Ming's faint sentence, but he could hear the "Guru" swallowing spit.

"In the end ... What are the organizations?" Asked almost uniquely.

I saw Chen Ming slowly smoking the cigarettes, looking up at 45 degrees, spitting a smoke, and saying two words that were enough to scare people, "Army ... Fang!"
Chapter completed!