Possessed Bending

"Brother B, did the third brother abandon us?" Sun Tao was sitting on the side of the road wearing an orange work uniform, fanning himself with a hat of the same color in his hand, looking at Ah B with extremely depressed eyes. "I haven't seen each other for a week."

Ah B was wearing the same overalls as Sun Tao, with the front of his clothes open, revealing his strong muscles inside, with a cigarette in his mouth, half leaning on the express box, and cursed: "Bullshit! Third brother will pay you less salary? No ? Without you talking about P, ​​going to see a friend, where did you come up with so much nonsense?"

"Looking at friends? Didn't you say that the third brother went to meet his lover?" Sun Tao scratched his head wonderingly, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Me? When did you say that?" Ah B raised his eyebrows with a look of unwillingness to admit it.

"Just yesterday! You told me that while drinking with me!" Sun Tao's swearing look definitely didn't look like he was creating something out of nothing.

"Can you take what you say while drinking seriously?" Ah B raised his hand to cover Sun Tao's head, and said, "Don't be foolish, after delivering this delivery in the afternoon, you can start work..."

"Oh, who did I think..." A familiar voice came from across the street with the tone of a bitch.

Ah B and Sun Tao turned around at the same time.

"Is it because Zhang San couldn't eat and came out to sweep the street?" Qiangzi swayed his head and led the two followers who had remained unchanged for thousands of years to appear in front of them.

"You fucking fart!" Sun Tao flicked his hat and jumped up with his chin raised. Don't look at him always spitting Zhang San's shit in front of Ah B. If someone said it, he would be the first to be unwilling.

"Hiss...sit down." Ah B held Sun Tao leisurely with a cigarette in his mouth, his eyebrows became slightly curved with his eyes narrowed due to the sun, "You bark when the dog barks, you don't mind losing your place ah."

Sun Tao heard the sound and nodded again and again, "Hey, yes, people can understand as well as dogs. Dogs have grown up and their brains are full of shit, so naturally they can't speak human words."

"Dog, shit? You are all right. I am indeed a dog, but that is all in the past tense. Now...you are dogs, Zhang San's dog, eating Zhang San's... um..." Qiang The voice of the son was punched back into the stomach, and Ah B's eyes were fascinated like a slit carved with a knife. Under the sun, his bald head was shiny, dazzling people's eyes.

"My B is better than you even if I'm a dog. I eat inside and outside, and I'm ungrateful. How can you be worthy of the third brother? He supports you and takes care of you! Among so many brothers, he is the closest to you! What the fuck did you do to him! Who are you worthy of? Bah! Fuck NM! Calling you a dog is flattering!"

Qiangzi's face tilted to one side, he licked his mouth a few times with his tongue, spat out blood, wiped it with his fingertips at the corner of his mouth, and was scolded like hell, but he had an expression of great enjoyment on his face.

"Fuck me? Fuck you, I don't even know who she is, hahahaha, Zhang San treats me well because I can do it, can you?" Qiangzi's eyes widened and he clapped his hands He patted his waist and shook it obscenely, "What he often praises is my waist strength, and every time he does it, it makes him squirt SAI (dialect "shit"), hahahaha, His chrysanthemum is so tight and thin, every time it pinches me so well..."

"Fuck you MB! I'm fucking NM..." No one stopped this time, Ah B and Sun Tao went up together, picked up the housework that could be quickly grasped around them, and went straight to Qiangzi.

A sinister smile quickly flashed across Qiangzi's face, he stepped back, waved his hands forward, and a group of people quickly rushed out from the surrounding corners to surround the brothers who delivered the courier, Ah B, and Sun Tao.

Ah B knew at a glance that he had been duped, but since he couldn't escape, why was he afraid of a JB?

The few of them were quickly overwhelmed by the crowd, and even the courier goods were taken away together, the scene was a mess.

When Zhang San knew the news, it was already an hour after the incident.

Qiangzi's voice came slowly from the microphone.

"Oh, Brother San'er, how swollen is it? The chrysanthemum still hurts."

"You still can't learn to speak well, why... eat too much shit, do you always speak with SAI?" Zhang San was standing guard at the door of the classroom when he answered the phone, Qi Weixuan and his afternoon class had only started for half an hour , I don’t know when it will end, Zhang San has been playing mobile games for a long time, and he is almost out of battery, so it is a relief to have someone come to provoke him.

"Haha, Zhang San'er, you have to be more polite. The so-called feng shui flow drips ~ reincarnation, do you know that one day I will be better than you, and you will die miserably." It is full of his unique smell, but it makes Zhang San miss the time when he taught him how to speak. At that time, as long as Qiangzi didn’t speak Mandarin, Zhang San would slap him on the head. Now that I think about it, maybe it’s really true. He used too much force at that time, that's why Qiangzi left such a deep shadow, every time he talked to him, he couldn't speak well.

"You scratched your scalp." Zhang San laughed, turned his head and leaned against the fence, thinking that this mentally handicapped person would not be idle and have nothing to do to call here to chat.

"You can't hit me now, Zhang San, you beg me, you know? You have to beg me!" The voice from the microphone was full of uncontrollable excitement and trembling, and Zhang San almost thought it was the signal dialing. There was this eunuch-like voice.

"Oh? Let's talk about it." Zhang San looked at the watch that Qi Weixuan gave him in his hand. The time displayed on it indicated that there was still a long time before the end of get out of class, so he was not in a hurry to hang up the phone, anyway, he didn't need the phone bill dig.

"You know how to show weakness now? Let me tell you, even if you wash up and crawl to my feet on your knees, begging and begging me with your bare buttocks..."

"Pfft...haha, Qiangzi, you have a lot of imagination recently." Zhang San really couldn't help this kind of self-righteous person intoxicated by his own imagination, and he laughed angrily. In the arena, maybe he would admit defeat directly, he was too weak, and the other party made him have no desire to fight, and he always felt that even if he ignored it, the other party would die casually.

"Don't interrupt me! I'm telling you Zhang San! Your brothers are all in my hands now! I want them to live and they will live, and if I want them to die, they will die! You have to beg me to let them go now! You know ? You have to beg me!" Qiangzi's voice was hysterical in the microphone.

"Yeah, okay, you want them to live and die. I'm going to the toilet now, you can do whatever you want." Zhang San held his stomach and laughed for a long time, and finally felt that the time was not so boring.

"Hello? Hello? Don't hang up on me! You! Hello?" The beeping busy tone from the microphone made Qiangzi's face instantly turn pale.

Ah B and Sun Tao, who were bound and pinned to the ground by five flowers, looked at each other, and they were speechless for a while seeing each other's bruised nose and swollen face.

There is a popular saying in the modern circle that the value of a person depends on who his opponent is. With such an opponent, they always feel that the future is very gloomy.

The author has something to say: Ang, tomorrow is a holiday, but the company has an event, saying that there is not enough manpower, and everyone in the company has to help... Nima, is this called a holiday?Flip the table!