Water Xu Chuan

"Wait a minute..." Niu Er controlled his body: "Isn't this the eighth set of radio gymnastics!?"

I saw that the left and right sides of the chrysanthemum began to lift and fall back and forth!Everyone around began to raise their arms and shout like Tarzan!Niu Er held the precious knife and stared at Yang Zhi's demonic chrysanthemum, which was busy doing radio gymnastics one, two, three, four, two, three, four, and seemed not to notice his gaze and the sharpness of the precious knife in his hand!

This influence and appeal is terrible. . .Look at the forgetful faces of this group of people, isn't it just a chrysanthemum?Can't let him finish radio gymnastics!I'm the boss on this street!Niu Er clenched the knife and slashed at the unsuspecting chrysanthemum!