unscrupulous angel

"Old man, are you okay?" The big rogue said with a cigar in his arms, "I couldn't break your barrier last time, so I had no choice but to leave. Now the barrier makes me It’s broken and you want me to leave? Huh, let alone the door, there are no windows at all!”

After finishing speaking, the big hooligan swooped down and entered the purple bamboo forest.

"Damn, are you going against the heavens?!" The old hooligan couldn't help getting angry, and couldn't help yelling, "You prodigal bastard, I can't speak well, right? Now that your wings are hard, you won't listen to me Is it? I think your skin is really itchy, are you looking for smoke?!"

The big hooligan curled his lips and didn't take the old hooligan's words seriously at all.The left ear is listening to the right ear, and I will pretend not to hear whatever you like to say.

Walking in the purple bamboo forest was like strolling in a garden, and soon, a house made of purple bamboo appeared in the sight of the gangster.

Needless to say, this is naturally the home of the old hooligan.

"Tsk tsk, not bad, not bad, quite good, this house is really unique!" The big hooligan couldn't help but nodded again and again. I have to say that the house made of purple bamboo really has a special flavor.

"Get out! Go one more step forward, I will break your boy's legs!" The old hooligan's voice sounded like a growl, coming from the house.

The big hooligan didn't take it seriously at all and broke his legs?What kind of international joke is he, Long Xiaotian didn't scare him too much!

"Okay, okay, okay, your wings really grew hard, brat!" The old hooligan was so angry that he was furious, but that brat didn't take it seriously at all!

"Old man, don't say it's useless. I advise you, save some saliva and answer my doubts." The big hooligan smiled and said casually.

"..." The old hooligan was speechless. Facing the big hooligan who didn't want to get in, he really had nothing to do.

The big hooligan came to the house built by Zizhu, pushed the door open and walked in.

The small living room only has an area of ​​about [-] square meters.The layout of the living room is very simple, a tea table and a wicker chair.The old hooligan was sitting on the rattan chair at this time.

"Old man, we finally meet." The big gangster looked at the old gangster with a cigar in his mouth, and said quite proudly.

As for the tears of excitement, such a thing would never happen to a big hooligan.It's not that he doesn't pay attention to feelings, but that he is relatively calm.

The old hooligan sighed, glanced at the big hooligan, and said nothing.

"Damn it, old man, no matter what you say, I'm also a son, and the only son. It's okay if you are not excited when you see me, but you can't even say a word, right?" The big hooligan couldn't help but Rolling his eyes, he said dissatisfiedly.

"What do you want me to say? You brat, you don't even listen to what your father says. It would be good if I didn't beat you up!" The old hooligan said angrily.

"I didn't do anything wrong, why are you beating me?" The big gangster stepped up to the old gangster, waved his hand, took out a chair from the storage ring, and sat down, "Old man, now Shouldn't you explain it to me?"

"Explain? Explain what a fart!" The old hooligan gave the big hooligan a hard look, and then simply closed his eyes, feeling out of sight and out of mind.