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"You come!"
"Don’t come when you are old"
"the referee! He cheated. "
"Teng is not a disadvantage"
"You are a monk didn’t have the slightest ranged attack capability? Ha, ha, ha. I’m really lucky today. "
"Don’t push me!"
"aye? ! Ha, I’ll force you. What do you want? I shoot, I shoot, I shoot! "
"Your sister! Always fight with you! "
"Hey, come on, come on."
"poof!" Hematemesis three liters.
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It’s Meng Qi’s dialogue with his opponent today. This opponent is a rare martial artist and has a good talent. However, after 30 years of practice, he has achieved great success in the practice of ordinary people. It is definitely a rare genius.
In fact, it can’t be said that there is no long-range attack. After all, there is no problem for a strong man to be firm and firm.
However, after eating a firm but gentle shock wave, Yao Meng Qi flew to bully him in the maximum effective range of his water arrow. He couldn’t help it. Meng Qi, a grumpy guy, swallowed a grudge after eating a firm but gentle shock wave, and relied on others to flirt with him in every way over there.
Finally, Meng Qi’s opponent really couldn’t bear to use his multiplier as a hidden weapons and throw it at Meng Qi. When he saw a white mans flash across Meng Qi, he was caught unprepared.
Of course, Meng Qi vomited blood and staggered in the middle, and then he screamed, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, that kid dares to hit me. I’m going to blow you to pieces today!"
However, the man was also smart enough to see that he didn’t call Meng Qi and jumped into the tournament table very decisively. He said a sentence of "throw in the towel" and then went to pick up his own multiplier.
Then Meng Qi’s expression of eating shit floated from it and he looked at his opponent depressed. When the man saw Meng Qi’s tangled expression, he suddenly turned into a generous smile.
Then he came over to Meng Qi and said, "This brother just met and was deeply impressed by your obscene skills. Have you exchanged ideas?"
To say that this guy is five big and three thick, with a beard and a face blocks with a pair of thick eyebrows doesn’t look like a wretched guy at all, but …
Meng Qi looked at this face in front of him and had an impulse to step on it for thousands of times. However, Meng Qi resisted this impulse and said, "I’m flattered. I’m flattered. The last time I gave up, it was obscene."
"Oh ~ What are the three flavors?" This guy suddenly has some interest.
"Hum! Despicable shame! "
"oh? Ha, ha, ha, well said, little brother, it’s really interesting to make friends with swords and smiles. "Sword and smiles stretched out their hands.
"Knife sword smile? ! This name is really fascinating … "Listen to each other actually call this name Meng Qi felt his mouth twitching slightly.
"oh! Little brother also feels that the name is extraordinary? Ha ha indeed as expected bargain "sword smile also Meng Qi scared by his domineering name.
"Uh ….." Meng Qi is very linguistic, but looking at the sword and smiling with a generous expression, Meng Qi suddenly thought of a song. In his past life, a singer named Emil Wakin Chau sang a song called-sword is like a dream.
At the thought of the song, Meng Qi suddenly felt that his throat was itchy and he hadn’t sung for a long time. When he thought of this, Meng Qiyi said happily, "I happen to know that there is a song called" The sword is like a dream ",so please listen to it."
"oh? There is such a coincidence that the little brother must sing it to me. "
"ok!" Meng Qili cleared his mind and cleared his throat.
My sword goes from love to hate.
My knife! I don’t understand the right and wrong.
I’m drunk. Grace and resentment are illusory.
I wake up! A dream of spring, life and death!