Zhedage potato
1 Shanye
Wang Dashan’s nickname Master Shan is 1.93 meters tall and weighs 15 kilograms. He was 24 years old when he got the nickname.
My parents divorced when Grandpa was a child, my mother cheated on me and my father raised two children. No one wants to take care of this burden. Grandpa was raised by his grandfather.
In the fifth grade of primary school, Grandpa Shan’s body developed rapidly, and his height and weight grew as crazy as blowing gas.
By the second year of junior high school, Grandpa Shan was 1.5 meters tall and weighed 70 kilograms. Moreover, as Grandpa Shan developed, his big round face, which was often teased by people, also made a transition to the present. After graduating from the third year, Grandpa Shan was already a 10kilogram tower with a weight of 1.93 meters.
The copperbrowed leopard has wide eyes, wide mouth and wide nose, and his muscles are like small steamed buns. Don’t ask how junior high school students grow up like this. Master Shan is still worried about this problem until now.
When I was a child, I was often called a bastard because of family reasons. I have a father and no mother to raise me. It is estimated that my temper was cultivated at that time. Later, my junior high school was really fierce because of her appearance and her oppressive height and muscles. No one dared to provoke my grandfather.
The growing environment determines people. In this deformed environment, Master Geshan learned a truth. It is better to make others respect you than to make others afraid of your fists, which has become the only way for Master Geshan to solve things.
After graduating from junior high school, I fought with a savage flesh, and I made a name for myself. A few years later, my grandfather died. Before the old man died, the veteran of withered Artemisia clung to my grandfather and asked Sun to change his ways.
Taking care of Grandpa’s funeral, Grandpa seems to have changed a lot and left the gang at the cost of two fingers.
Master Houshan completely faded out of people’s sight and hid in a marginal city to live as a pig killer.
When the day is over, Leng Ye is about to usher in the wild cats in Li, carefully avoiding the activities of puddles and spirits. Suddenly, they stopped and pricked up their ears and looked at the street not far away. A van with a broken door covered with blood bumped past the wild cats quickly.
The narrow cab is filled with a strong smell of raw meat. A fat middleaged man with a red face with Se sauce is biting his cigarette, frowning and twitching his face muscles from time to time.
Chest strength ups and downs, a thick smoke is squeezed out by the lungs, and it rises in a slight chill. The driver is looking at the outline gradually, and the farmer’s market is trying to put out cigarette butts.
When the farmer’s market administrator didn’t pay attention, the driver skillfully drove the car into the market and pointed to the next No cars allowed! Red jǐng told the card to turn a blind eye.
The car drove slowly and soon came to a greasy butcher’s shop. The vendor got up early and was tidying up the stall. He looked up at the driver and showed some sympathy.
Force rubbed his face. The driver’s stiff face squeezed out a smile. The fast car went past to meet a shadow who was working hard.
Shadow wearing a thick black Se leather apron descended before approaching the smell of meat, and even squatting in the shadow gave people a strong sense of oppression.
Pack up the tools in your hand. Grandpa Shan heard the brakes and lifted his eyelids. He glanced at the middleaged driver and continued to work.
The driver seems to have known for a long time that the attitude of the people in front of him is slightly hesitant and crustily skin of head in front of Master Shan. Master Shan, do you think this account should be settled? The voice is soft, just like the driver now, not like debt collection, but like begging for help.
Huh? Hearing the word checkout, the eyes moved and turned like two bells, and the expression on the neck looked at the driver slowly.
I can’t see anything when I’m squatting, but when he gets up, a y and n shadow covers the whole line of sight of middleaged fat.
Nearly two meters tall, pieces of steelwatered muscles, copper eyebrows and leopard eyes are there, full of aweinspiring breath like an iron tower.
But if you take a closer look, Master Shan is not old, about twenty years old, but his face is full of looks, which makes him look like a wanted man.
Bah! Spit a mouthful of phlegm at the driver’s foot. Grandpa looked down at the driver’s big face and sneered, What? Always don’t give money to people? Why are you a hammer? The low and rough tone of the urn and the face of the wanted man really make people unable to resist.
Looking despondently away from the driver, Master Shan disdained to hum a while and continued to get busy. When I first came to this farmer’s market, there were small gangsters who wanted to accept Master Shan’s protection. After that, Master Shan chased two streets with a pigkilling knife. Since then, the nickname Master Shan has become the exclusive name of Wang Dashan.
Although Shanye is hard on this driver, he does have this qualification because Shanye’s butcher shop business is definitely the best in the whole farmer’s market. Although his raw meat here is slightly more expensive than other butcher shops, it is absolutely fresh. In the long run, everyone knows this good place to sell fresh meat.
Before noon, the meat in the butcher’s shop was almost sold, and I was about to clear up and go back to sleep. A familiar figure appeared in the sight of Master Shan, and her figure was fairly plump, except that she was a little older and probably in her thirties, which was quite graceful, Se.
This wind sāo woman came to Shanye’s butcher shop, and she was absentminded. She picked a small piece of lean meat and didn’t bargain. When she paid the money directly, she was slender, white and middle finger. In Shanye’s rough and broad palm, sāo waves scratched a Shanye’s eyebrows, and her eyes were hungry. Like a wolf, she swept over each other’s plump breasts and immediately put on a show.
Walking on the way home, Master Shan can almost imagine the wind. At this time, sāo bitch must be clever and lying in bed waiting for her to cut down.
Press the big gun sāo to move the mountain, and I will speed up my steps for several times. My body is full of hunger and thirst.
When I walked to the door, I saw that the door was halfclosed, and the familiar perfume was rushing into the nostrils where Master Shan was panting.
Strong hardwood arc shape inlaid with palmsized metal blade is commonly known as fruit knife, but if it is carried in your arms and full of malice, it is called murder weapon.
After repeating this movement several times, the fruit knife has been covered with nervous sweat from the sick ghost, and there are cobweblike bloodshot eyes, loose eyes and swollen bags under the eyes, as if the pot had been painted gray and dark.
He is short, thin and full of bitter traditional Chinese medicine. This is the nickname of Chen Aiguo, the owner of the Fuji tea shop, Sick Tuberculosis Ghost because he pours the most liquid into his thin body every day besides eating.
The handle of the fruit knife in his hand was soaked with sweat. The eyes of the sick ghost hesitated slightly and threw away this weapon with little power. The body of the weapon seemed to be rusted and the bearing turned slowly. It was as if the sick ghost could hear his spine rubbing against the flesh and blood, and it was dry and stiff.
The khaki Se camouflage looks ferocious and domineering. It is almost made of pure metal. The military crossbow is quietly lying next to the coffee table. There are five matching crossbows with sharp edges and bright cold light. At first glance, it is not the kind of playful thing. This is a real weapon to kill people.
The sick ghost stared at the military compound crossbow with red eyes, and the resentment in his heart made him breathe fiercely. Cough forced him to breathe, and his lungs seemed to be as hot as swallowing a bowl of Chili water.
Pushing the sun at the door is like a crazy butterfly jumping on the sick ghost and raising its hand to block a hot sun. The sick ghost is bulging with a canvas bag behind him.
Raised his pale and edematous face, and the sick ghost took care of some heavy military compound crossbows behind him, and narrowed his eyes and stepped out of the house without hesitation.
Cold, hard and sharp, this is the feeling of Master Shan’s neck meat at this time!
Here is a narrow y and n wetland room, and the vent has a slap in the face, and you can feel a little warmth when the sun is at its strongest.
In addition to mildew and dampness, there is also a French saying that single men smell stinky, deep se socks and greasy bedding.
There are mountains of domestic garbage piled up in the corner, and white Se plastic bags can be seen everywhere like basement decorations.
At this time, the basement was crowded with people.
One woman and two men.
Three people packed this place with three people with different expressions.
A skinny, shortfaced, Sebluewhite tuberculosis ghost is about thirty years old, and he is full of a bitter taste of traditional Chinese medicine.
A tall and strong young man is half a head taller than a sick ghost even when sitting in bed.
Bronze eyebrows, leopard eyes, nose and beam bones are raised high, roots are full of energy, short hair, steel thorns are as rigid as contours, and Gallagher stubble is very manly.
Bare chest, two chest muscles bulging as if filled with air.
The abdominal mass is like a matchbox, and the abdominal muscles are looming with breathing.
The sick ghost is cracked, his mouth is heavy, his breathing is suppressed, his eyes are bloodshot, his eyes are shining with vicious light, and he doesn’t dare to move. Master Shan feels distressed as if he were bitten by a poisonous snake.
Beside them, a messy bed, a middleaged woman with a big white ass, huddled in trembling, wrapped in sheets and looked at the sick ghost in horror.
Middleaged woman’s figure is not bad, and there is not much fat in her belly. Her face is quite a bit like Se, the wife of a sick ghost who has been married for seven years.
Master Shan’s wife, who is sick with tuberculosis, has been living in peace for more than a year, but today he is stuck at home with tuberculosis. Master Shan is not only surprised, but also deeply startled!
The ghost of tuberculosis is a rich second generation with a little assets, but it is not very rich, but it is enough for this guy to squander a sick ghost. Before marriage, he was a weak and sick person. She had to pant for a little rice soup, and married a wind. sāo bitch, can you control her crotch?
Master Shan is tall and fierce, with a tough guy’s breath, which is the most attractive to this loveless bitch. After several times, they rolled together.
Master Shan’s consternation was not that a sick ghost appeared and was caught. Master Shan was not surprised, but his weapon was beyond master Shan’s expectation.
The quality of military composite crossbow is excellent, and the output is not much. Although this set is obsolete in terms of maintenance and modeling, it is still a big killer for ordinary people like Shan Ye. Even if Shan Ye is confident that he can kill this crossbow with one punch, he can’t hold it steady. At this time, he can be blackfaced and dare not breathe.
The sick ghost’s arms are showing signs of trembling. The compound crossbow in his hand is made of metal and looks cool, but its weight is somewhat beyond the poor tolerance of the sick ghost.
I feel the neck shaking. Master Shan’s eyes moved like thorns, and the top of the compound crossbow in his neck flashed in the eye pupil. Tuberculosis ghost, you must think clearly that although I slept with your wife.
Bah! A mouthful of bitter phlegm with medicine was sprayed on the outline of Master Shan’s face. Master Shan’s eyes stared but he dared not move. It was so disgusting that the thick phlegm slipped down his face.
Old today didn’t want to get out alive! ！”
Sick and grimacing, Se, a burst of unhealthy Hao’s red breath is also urgent, and his hands are shaking badly. His eyes are like dead fish, turning their eyes out of their sockets, bursting and ferocious like evil spirits!
While shouting that the sick ghost stepped in the previous step, the sharp and cold arrow pushed the front end into the soft flesh of Master Shan’s neck.