Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

"Yes." Ah zhe straightened his back and didn't mean to be afraid“ That's an honor. "

"..." Tang Xiaowu's eyes, the secret is not good. Ah Zhe, the child, was killed on the tip of a bull's horn today.

Xiao Jingye smiles and moves the tight muscles on his cheek. "Do you know what makes you feel more honored?"

A zhe Wei Leng, just want to ask, "what" two words still stuck in the throat, Xiao Jingye's fist rushed to his stomach.

"Well..." ah zhe didn't have time to be on guard. After being beaten by Jiegu, he felt that his viscera were in great pain. He snorted and staggered back.

However, a Zhe's eyes turned quickly and saw that Su Xiaoyu was still watching. His heart was tight, and he could not care about the pain. He also waved his fist with his backhand and smashed it at Xiao Jingye's head.

Xiao Jingye didn't expect that he would fight back so quickly. After a little surprise, he couldn't escape. He gritted his teeth. "OK, ah Zhe, I haven't seen you very much recently. You're good at it."

A Zhe is taut facial expression, a face justice awe inspiring, "flatter." It's a pity that his face is a little pale, which is not so handsome.

Tang Xiao smoked from the corner of his mouth. What do these two think they're doing? It's the same as the concubines in the back palace.

Thinking about this, Tang Xiao goes back a little along with the metaphor he came up with. The picture is like this: a Zhe and Xiao Jingye, dressed as ancient ladies, sit at a table of eight immortals and eat melon seeds. Ah zhe threw an eye knife coldly and said, "sister, when the emperor was resting with me yesterday, he complained that your bed board was uncomfortable." Xiao Jingye went back to the past with a round white eye and said with a sneer, "sister, you're a light doer. I don't know that the hard bed board is good for your back."

The word "waist" is quite heavy.

Tang Xiao got goose bumps from his imagination. He turned his head to Su Xiaoyu. Obviously, the "emperor" didn't know that he had just become a faint king who was holding on to each other. He was still staring at the two people in a daze with a pair of slightly red eyes.

Tang Xiaowu's face. I didn't see it. I didn't see it.

Xiao Jingye is also a special soldier. His kung fu is no worse than ah Zhe. Although a zhe has been with mu Yunshen for so many years, he is a bodyguard of Mu Yunshen in name, but he usually exercises too little, and his physical strength can't keep up at the critical moment.

Speaking, the two men have been wrestling into a ball, arm around each other's thighs. When anger reaches its peak, people can't care about the reason they always talk about, let alone the moral superiority and inferiority.

When greeting his fist on Xiao Jingye's face, ah zhe didn't pay attention to his usual love for master Xiao. Master Xiao's short cry was quick and accurate. It's a pity that he soon lost his strength and was easily pressed under his legs by Xiao Jingye. Suddenly, his fists fell down on his face.

They had been in the hospital, so noisy, passers-by can not help but have cast a strange look. Xiao Jingye and a zhe are two handsome men with long body and jade standing. They always stand out at any station. Now the two handsome men are fighting together, which is a bit rare.

Seeing that the corridor of the hospital is about to turn into a spectator scene, Tang Xiao can't watch it any more safely. He quickly stepped forward and held the corner of his clothes. He advised, "OK, don't fight. His own people beat his own people. What's the matter?"

The two men were fighting, and their rivals were very red when they met. That's right. Now their eyes are all red, and their eyes are as clear as water. They look very frightening. They don't seem to hear what Tang Xiao said just now.

Tang Xiao sighed and pulled Xiao Jingye's arm back, "OK, OK! Stop fighting! Stop it