Dashuai and cross talk

A few days later, the commander-in-chief sent Shang Xiaolou away, returned to the commander-in-chief's mansion to summon his staff, sat down in front of the hall, and expressed that he wanted to be a little devil and his mother.

The staff quickly checked the eyes with the adjutant - the commander is not crazy, and they are not deaf either.

Marshal fuck, his ancestor's belief is very firm, no one can persuade him.

He also said that whoever persuades Cao Cao is the ancestor.

The staff are very tired.

the next day.

With tears in his eyes, he had to bring the memorial tablet from home for the marshal to enjoy.

The commander-in-chief looked at the meeting hall like a mourning hall, and felt that the brain and the dick both hurt him and his mother.

Take the gun and kill the two ugliest ones.

The commander-in-chief was furious and left in a huff.

It's useless to be angry, and there is nowhere to go when you flick your sleeves.

All the concubines were dismissed by him, and the backyard of the commander's mansion was deserted.

Even Shang Xiaolou had been sent away by him personally.

There is nothing worse than a bleak door.

The yellow leaves are falling all over the ground, and winter is coming.

The marshal stood on the corridor, no matter how he thought about it, it was not a pleasant feeling.

Isn't it just a group of little devils, making these grandchildren afraid of becoming like this grandma?

I am an imposing man with a height of eight feet, but I live in fear of being dominated by a group of square root 2.

Damn it!

At this time, a voice suddenly came from the backyard, which was so empty that it could be haunted.

"The knot of grass is full of sorrow, when the dragon and the tiger will stop fighting, look up Wuyue Chu Zhengxiong, and then look at Liang Tang-Jin Han Zhou."

Yes, there is a comic talk talker living in the backyard.

The commander-in-chief was melancholy, and when he heard this, he became furious.

There are so many people who advise me not to fight, how old are you?

He raised his gun and rushed in.

Talking about cross talk is extremely boring.

No one applauds, and I can't read a set poem well.

But at this moment, he suddenly heard a sound of breathing down his dantian.

"Okay, you cloudy bastard!"

The way the coach applauds is always so special.

But it's better to have someone to support you than anything else.

Throwing the kettle that was talking about cross talk, he stood up happily, and suddenly saw a black hole in the muzzle of a gun, and almost jumped into the room with an "ow".

The commander came in menacingly, and the person who talked about cross talk ran away, and was blocked by the commander in the corridor within three steps.

The commander-in-chief pointed a gun at his forehead: "Will you let me hit the little devil! Will you let me!"

Those who talked about cross talk wanted to cry but had no tears, and thought that the commander-in-chief was bewitched.

Horizontal is death, vertical is also death.

I don't know where the courage came from, so I reached out to grab the commander's gun.

Somehow, the gun went off.

The bullet stuck to the commander's crotch and hit the root of the rockery in the backyard.

The bullet casings fell on the flagstone floor with a "booming clang".

For a moment, the commander-in-chief was full of "shit".

Does this mean that the cross talkers are probably a few masters, who are responsible for hurting the crotch of the old men?

The cross talker looked sideways at the commander-in-chief's face, and found that this person was finally back to normal, and felt that it was quite effective in subjugating demons and demons, and the place has all been scattered and the world is peaceful.

The two people who each regarded the other as evildoers gained a brief peace.

After coaxing and persuading with cross talk, finally the commander-in-chief put away the gun and started to do it himself, hammering his shoulders and pinching his legs with infinite hospitality.

The commander-in-chief is going to get angry and make trouble.

Don't look at him straight in the eye, but also point your butt at him.

Talking about cross talk is inexplicable. I remembered chatting with the guards recently. I heard that the general called his staff to discuss the war. In the end, I got a horror story about a mourning hall. I realized it.

"Marshal, I heard that you are going to beat the little devil?"

The handsome bull stared: "Damn it, I'm doing it, your mother!"

Talking about cross talk: "..."

He is an orphan and has no mother.

He finally knew how the commander-in-chief harvested the mourning hall.

But he still bravely said: "You are so blatantly fighting a little devil, you can't do it."

The commander-in-chief was about to draw his gun when he heard the words.

The comic talker hurriedly added what he hadn't finished: "You have to torment them and weaken their power."

That's kind of interesting.

The marshal motioned him to continue.

Talking about cross talk, he crawled along the pole, and sat next to the handsome man: "There are four things when a person is out of breath. Does the handsome man know what they are?"

The commander brazenly replied: "Eating, drinking, whoring and gambling?"

Talking about cross talk: "..."

In a sense, this is also true.

"'Basic clothing, housing, and transportation', handsome." Said the cross talk with both emotions, "You can't control other things, you little devil. In Fengtian City, you can control these four things. Cloth shops don't sell their cloth, restaurants don't allow them Eat, the firm won't give them a house... within three months, make sure they get out naked."

The commander-in-chief rolled his eyes when he heard the words, and suddenly realized: "You really are a fucking talent!"

Talking about cross talk is triumphant.

The commander-in-chief Mao Sai suddenly opened his eyes, clapped his hands and walked around the corridor twice. Long Yan said happily, "The disc around your waist is not as protruding as yours. Don't move around here. I will dig orange trees for you now!"