Zhuo Yang stood there blankly, his scalp seemed to have exploded, and his facial expression was horrified and twisted.
Although last night it was Spanish and now it's Italian, you can't change the characteristics of a person's voice. Once you hear the voice, it's him.
——Oh my God, I actually peed on Maradona’s head and face and gave him a fucking mouthful!
Zhuo Yang suddenly froze, with an expression as if he had been bitten by a ghost. The four people were all inexplicable. After all, he was the king of football. Maradona reacted quickly. He thought Zhuo Yang was shocked by his aura and aura as the king of football.
He stood up from the sand very politely, walked up to Zhuo Yang, and held his hand cordially.
"Zhuoyang, you don't have to be so polite. I have a little fame, but those are just clouds. As the saying goes, the world is ours and yours, and the world belongs to all of us. Come, come, relax, be natural, do whatever you want
some."
Only then did the three Biglia realize that Zhuoyang was still shocked to see Diego. Biglia was even more proud, feeling a bit proud that his conspiracy had succeeded.
Zhuo Yang forced out a smile, which was uglier than crying. "Respected... Mr. Maradona, I am very... honored... I... admire... gushing..." He was incoherent and also
It's in Italian.
"Where, where..." Before he finished speaking, Maradona's face suddenly changed, and his expression was like Zhuo Yang's pasting and copying just now.
"It's you!!"
"It's not me!!" This sentence is almost self-inflicted.
I saw Maradona's head suddenly popping out in a circle, and a slight but clearly audible "Zeng——" came out of his mouth. It was as thin as a mosquito's buzzing but had lingering sound, and the large floor-to-ceiling glass window immediately trembled with a "buzzing rumble". Maradona
Dona is awesome, the toad skill is the sense of sight.
No, the old guy is trying to hold back his ultimate move!
Zhuoyang hurriedly took back his hands and backed away like a frightened bird. Maradona's eyes widened with anger, and smoke billowed out from his fists. His voice was as dull as a frog rolling a mountain. "I'll kill you, ah."
——" He quickly caught up with him.
Zhuoyang turned around in panic and fled along the way he had just come. Maradona picked up a hybrid stick from Biglia's cue cart and chased him fiercely. The three Biglias were stunned, and this sudden incident
Everything is too fantasy.
Last night, Maradona and Biglia drove a yacht to eat lobster on Hamilton Island. They were separated from the Six Musketeers by a pile of rocks. Like Zhuo Yang, Lao Ma drank too much.
He drank wine to hold back his urine, and he was never a modest person. He walked straight into the crevice of the rock and screamed at the Pacific Ocean. In the dark, with the waves crashing, neither he nor Zhuo Yang saw or heard each other. It was just like that.
Zhuoyang finished urinating and ran away without a trace. Lao Ma was so angry that it was hard to keep this matter public. It was too embarrassing and too difficult to escape. Lao Ma could only force himself to suffocate himself to death and plunge in with his clothes on.
Wash it in sea water.
Back at the hotel on Dent Island, Lao Ma threw away all his inner and outer clothes, used a whole bottle of washing water, a piece of soap, half a bucket of shower gel, and two toothbrushes. Even so, what does his nose smell now?
There is still a fishy smell.
Scar Ribery was on the green with his club upright and taking aim at the ball when he saw his brother Zhuo Yang running away like a bereaved dog. Before he could make a joke, he saw a short and fat man behind him waving his club.
Chased and followed with murderous intent.
Scar exploded immediately. "Your mother sells batches!" He picked up the club and rushed forward. Several other people also felt that something was wrong, and quickly picked up the guy and surrounded him. Maradona was instantly killed by Zhuo Yang's
The five brothers surrounded him like five lions.
However, there is no one in the world who doesn’t recognize you. When they saw this man, the five brothers were dumbfounded. If it had been anyone else, he would have been paralyzed on the ground in the blink of an eye, but the polo king cannot do anything unless it is absolutely necessary.
The Six Musketeers are famous all over the world, and Maradona is naturally familiar with them as outstanding representatives of young players. "It's none of your business, and don't get involved, I'm going to beat that kid to death."
The second brother didn't like hearing this anymore. The second brother crossed his arms and said, "Mr. Manadona, if you have something to say, please speak it carefully. Don't shout about beating or killing."
"Yes, yes! If you have any questions, let's talk about it."
"We brothers offended you all the time, and we talked about it."
"Then what, Mr. Manadona, if we really want to let you go, are you sure you can beat Zhuoyang? You have to think clearly."
"you……"
Grandpa was a smart man, and the sworn attitude of the man in front of him reminded me of Argentinian, Spanish, and short and fat... Holy shit! He quickly turned his head and looked at Zhuo Yang, who was parked not far away, with questioning eyes.
Zhuo Yang secretly nodded with a sad face. Grandpa Mo immediately had a big head. This man is not only the world's leading football king, but also the most inefficient lamp in the football world. He shouted, Naples and Buenos
Do you believe that Ellis can revolt?
"Mr. Manadona, I wonder if you have some misunderstanding with Zhuoyang?" Grandpa said, "We met by chance, and we have to be merciful. We all feed on football. Sooner or later, we will meet each other in the mountains and rivers. You
You are a senior, we have always respected you, and so does Zhuo Yang."
Maradona was knocked unconscious just now, and now he can see that these five guys will definitely not let him go. Is it really a one-on-one fight? Maradona is crazy enough, but he is obviously no different.
"Well, today I'm going to give you five little brothers some face. I won't kill him. You let him come over and I'll make things clear to him."
"Very good, Mr. Manadona." The second brother said, "Although we Six Musketeers are young and insignificant compared to you, we have our own sense of progress and retreat in doing things. I hope you will keep your word."
"Enemies! We all play football, not black clubs, let alone killers."
"Mr. Manadona, this kind of club is quite heavy, you know. Why don't you throw it away and take a rest?"
"You are a senior, so what, but we can't trust you. Seniors must act like seniors, otherwise, we will only recognize you as brothers."
Manadona wrinkled his nose and said, "Humph!" He threw away the valuable hybrid club in his hand and pointed at Zhuo Yang, "Boy, come over here, let's talk it out clearly."
The flag did not fall, and the ball king was very angry. The second brother stretched out his leg and kicked the club aside.
Zhuo Yang hesitated and squirmed, but when he saw Grandpa Mo nodded slightly, he slowly moved over.
"Lord King of Football, last night I..."
"Shut up!" Maradona saw that Zhuo Yang was about to expose the embarrassment in front of everyone, and quickly stopped him. "You and I go over there." He pointed at the small yacht pier outside the stadium, and his arms and fingers were covered with anger.
Trembling. "Let's talk things through alone. If you can't give me an explanation, I won't be able to spare you."
"Follow me!"
Chapter completed!