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The realm of a punch that can blow the air is definitely more powerful than the cruel island.

Indigenous people feel that when they have cultivated a sense of temperament, when a fist can blow the air, they are fighting against the cruel island owner and returning to freedom!

Thinking of the brutality of the island owner, the indigenous people are a tear in the eyes.

If a word is not well written, it will be beaten by the palm of your hand.

Going back to the wrong article, you have to go hungry, sometimes you don’t give it a meal.

Sometimes I write too many wrong words, and I will be hung on the big tree that the Horde exports. The whip is sucking and it hurts.

What is even more abhorrent is that after the group of new teachers gave lectures, the indigenous people knew that the Chinese characters written by the tyrannical island master before the murder of the island were wrong, all ghost characters!

Wrong... wrong...

The indigenous people were bitter, but they did not dare to speak out in the face of the tyrannical islanders. If you say it, you may have to go hungry and be hanged.

However, where there is oppression, there is resistance! Therefore, they must learn the great deeds! They want to be strong people and then fight against the island owner.

At that time, let the island owner learn the pictographs on their islands. If they don't learn well, they won't give meals. If they make a mistake, they will hit the palm of their hands. If they make a mistake, they will hang up and fight!

Thinking of this beautiful picture, they drooled out.

As a result, this group of indigenous people began to work harder to cultivate the masterpiece of the era, "The Call of the Times."

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Gao Moumou's mouth twitches.

He is certain that Mr. Joseph’s ‘mouth’ skill level is certainly not low. In the absence of everything, even so many Aboriginal people, learn from him "The Call of the Times."

If you put it in ancient times, can he properly use the "Time Calling" to open a school and become a martial arts school? New era boxing school? Summon a boxing?

Well, in any case, Gao Moumou feels that these savage wants to hang the island owner’s ‘black windbreaker man’, and has no future.

Gao Moumou has been able to imagine that one day, the indigenous people thought they were 'successful,' and a bunch of people surrounded the men in the black windbreaker and began to play the picture of "The Call of the Times."

That picture is really beautiful!

It is estimated that the time will be the savage fruit on the big tree at the entrance to the tribe.

[However, if a person is alive, he has to have a dream. What is the difference between a person who has no dream and a robot? Therefore, I will silently bless you. ] Gao Moumou’s heart is dark.

Then, he quietly retired from the grove, returned to his small earth house and went to sleep.

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Song Shuhang eventually left the white predecessor's tractor, and the one who came to pick him up was Fengfeng.

I don't know how these hand-held tractors will be treated. Will it be sealed up and used again in the next handheld tractor contest?

You can't leave it alone...because these modified walking tractors are somehow powerful tactics.

In particular, the drill tractor that was reinvented by the predecessors of the drunkards, if it was opened, Song Shuhang was absolutely sure to suppress the monks of the second.

That bit, if it is in the front, the four-character monk will have to pay a half life!

The phoenix son used the spiritual power to pull Song Shuhang, so that he could walk on the water. The two are heading to the savage island of the Seventh Fufu.

Walking around, Song Shuhang thought of something.

"Fengfeng predecessors, there is something to tell you." Saying, Song Shuhang took out the silver glove and handed it to the phoenix son.

"Hey?" Fengfeng son took the silver glove.

"The whirlwind predecessors threw it over and said that it was a gift for you?" Song Shuhang replied: "In addition, the whirlwind predecessors still asked if you want to be his pet?"

"Let him die 10,000 times!" The phoenix son roared.

"Well, rest assured, I have rejected his request." Song Shudao.

Phoenix continues to roar off son: "Ah, ah beat him, ****, pet him uncle ah!"

"Ha ~" Song Shuhang laughed, the other party is a sage, sir, too long?

After a dry laugh, Song Shudao said: "In short, this silver glove I gave you a phoenix predecessor."

"You help me to give the whirlwind!" The phoenix son decisively threw the silver glove into the hands of Song Shuhang.

"This kind of thing, it is better to kill the phoenix predecessors yourself." Song Shuhang threw the silver gloves back. The sixth sense of the monk told him that the whirlwind sage is a super troublesome guy.

It is also a matter of silver gloves, or it is better to kill the Phoenix son himself.

"Don't throw it at me, it's what you accepted! The man should dare to be a dare, the gift he received, and the tears will return it back!" The phoenix son threw the silver gloves back.

"But that was the result of your phoenix predecessor. So, the phoenix predecessors are still going." Song Shuhang threw the silver gloves back.

"Oh, you don't want to accept this gift for me." The phoenix son threw the silver glove again.

"I have already refused, but the whirlwind predecessors still threw it over. So, I have tried my best." Song Shuhang threw the silver gloves back: "And ah, the phoenix predecessor, don't throw it over. Alright! I won’t pick it up again.”

The phoenix son is holding a silver glove, throwing it is not, not throwing it.

If the sea king sees this picture, his eyes are moist.

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After a long silence.

"That... well, this silver glove, I will accept it."

"That's right, it's just a silver glove. It's a big deal. Put it in the treasure chest and leave it alone." Song Shudao.

"Oh." Fengfeng son nodded, then he suddenly said: "Right, Song Shuhang Xiaoyou. Before the friends talked about, have you been helping to take care of Peas some time ago?"

"Ah, yeah." Song Shuhang nodded.

"Working hard, you are a small friend of books." The phoenix son squatted and sighed: "The peas guy is always going to toss people."

The style of Fengfeng Gongzi suddenly changed, so Song Shuhang had a feeling of being unable to adapt. He laughed and replied: "The phoenix ancestors said it was heavy. In fact, Peas helped me a lot."

"You don't have to say good things for that stupid dog. In short, the book hangs a little friend has worked hard." Fengfeng son stepped over to Song Shuhang and held his hand: "I have a small gift here...just be You are taking care of the peas in this time."

Song Shuhang: "..."

Sure enough, he had a silver glove in his palm.

The sudden change of the style of painting is to find an excuse to stuff this silver glove to him?