The First Chaos In History

　　 I finally settled down the heroes, I went to the Yue Family Army's Central Army Account, and there was no one. In the tent there was only a small black blackboard on which it was drawn with dirt and it was written: A crow is thirsty, look for water everywhere...

　　 I asked Wei Tiezhu who was standing guard: "Where is your teacher Yan?"

　　 Wei Tiezhu subconsciously straightened up his military posture and said, "Yan Zhuang...the teacher has gone to the township health clinic."

　　 I wondered and said, "Why did he go there and have a stomach trouble?"

Wei Tiezhu said: "A dozen people came in the morning, and they didn't know what they were doing at first. They didn't know what they were doing. They didn't know what they were doing. They started talking to Teacher Yan before they started talking. It also broke them."

　　 I was taken aback and asked: "What happened later?"

　　 "Later, Teacher Yan accompanied them to find a doctor, and went to some health clinic."

　　 I hurriedly asked, "Is Teacher Yan seriously injured? Why did those people beat him?"

　　 Wei Tiezhu said: "Teacher Yan hasn't suffered any injuries, and the dozen people don't know it. Li Jingshui was on duty at that time. He went up to persuade Mr. Yan when he saw that Mr. Yan was at a loss."

　　 angered me and said, "Can you persuade people to go to the hospital? You bring me Li Jingshui."

　　 It didn’t take much time. A little warrior sprinted to me and stood at attention. I knew it was one of the 5 warriors who had been fighting with the Leizi last time. He was the kid who loved to kick people in the crotch.

　　 I asked him: "What the **** is going on this morning?"

　　 In the end, Xiao Li's answer was exactly the same as Wei Xiangde: "...I went up to persuade him to stand up."

　　 "You didn't kick people in the crotch, did you?"

　　 "No, I just persuaded us to lie down for 5 of us, Xiao Wei, and we won't let you persuade him."

　　 My forehead was startled with sweat, and I glared at Li Jingshui and hurried to the township health center. Sanniang Hu pushed me up and asked, "Where are you going to play, take me."

　　 I said: "How do you know how to play, I'll do things for people."

　　扈Sanniang shot me a brain collapse and laughed and said, "You can just give me the same thing, so I'll call Sanjie."

　　 I rubbed my head and said dissatisfied: "You're only twenty-four or five years old at most. Don't be big or young. Song Dynasty doesn't promote feminism, right?"

Hu Sanniang clasped both her middle fingers on her thumbs and threatened me, "Do you want me to play you as Mani Shak, can you ask about the age of a woman? Don’t be afraid to tell you, grandma, I’m born in 1107, now Just 900 years old, did you suffer for making you cry sister?"

　　 I yelled: "Auntie, my ancestor, the old Black Mountain demon..."

　　 Some readers may have to protest. Since I am walking on a beautiful country road with the superb mistress Hu Sanniang, why not molested her, even if I describe a section of Sanniang with pretty and crispy brows and breasts.

In fact, the old demon Hu doesn’t have pretty eyebrows, nor does he show his chest. I want to write this book as a stallion novel. What kind of tiger’s body will be shocked and the king’s domineering will be filled. Shame, how could I have this idea...I can use everything I can, but my strength is not the master. Although Brother Xiaoqiang has a three-point talent with the stubborn scumbag, holding a brick and asking himself who dares to look at the world, if no one dares, of course it’s good. The problem is that even if someone doesn’t look straight at us, there’s nothing we can do. Li Shishi and Song Huizong’s guards had learned self-defense, and in her words, they beat me just enough.

　　 I was not born very great, and I lived very awkwardly.

So honestly, my third sister and I came to the **** not far from the sanitation center. Looking down, I saw Yan Jingsheng sitting dejectedly outside the sanitation center. There were more than a dozen people faintly encircled in front and back. I walked to the tip of his nose and he still didn't recognize me. It turned out that the glasses were really broken. The frame was held in his hand. I called him and he raised his head blankly, squinting his eyes and asking the sky. "Is it Director Xiao?" I was surrounded by a dozen people as soon as I hummed. A burly-faced burly man grabbed my collar and shouted: "You with the surname Xiao have appeared, I'll look for it. You have a hard time finding."

　　 I said, "What are you doing? I don't have a long-lost son."

　　 The brawny man stretched his fist and was about to punch me. My third sister said with a smile: "If you have something to say, don't fight."

　　 The brawny man pointed to her nose and said, "Woman get out."

　　 broke my joy, I'm afraid Hu Sanniang won't help me. This kid's words are really timely rain.

Hu Sanniang still had a smile on her face. As soon as she stretched out her hand, she put the finger of the strong man on the back of her hand. The strong man screamed and squatted down his waist. My third sister kicked his nose flat with a kick and didn't care. The people next to them didn't move their hands. They chopped melons and vegetables and beaten down five more. This female bandit was a fierce fight, and she could be called the savior of the wheelchair factory.

　　 The remaining five or six people ran away, and Hu Sanniang was too lazy to chase after him. She cursed with her arms akimbo: "You mother, dare to look down on women!" I am sweaty, and I can't easily scold this. I was arrogant and akimbo, pointing to the person lying on the ground and said: "You think it's cheap, this is my third sister's softheartedness, you would have crossed it long ago to meet my third brother-in-law." The horse was on her legs, and Sanniang Hu grabbed my ears and said with a sweet smile: "You mean I am inferior to him?"

This woman is really cruel and hot, talking and laughing, she didn't show mercy at all in her hands, she kicked me away because of bleeding from the roots of my ears, such a woman, Xiao Qiang, I don't dare to think about it anyway, Xiao Feng It's almost the same.

These fifteen or six people have been fighting with my people since the morning, and now there are one-third of the fight left. I don't know why. I sat next to Yan Jingsheng and said, "Do you take off your glasses every day?" "

　　 "Ah? Pick it, what's the matter?" Yan Jingsheng blinked his eyes and looked at the sky. Seeing him, I habitually want to lie down and let him squeeze my whole body.

　　 "I'm just wondering, how did you find the glasses when you were asleep?" I asked him the business: "What the **** is going on with these dozen people?"

Yan Jingsheng smiled bitterly: "We ran into the enrollment hooligans. In the morning, these dozen people scattered and persuaded our students to go with them. I went out to talk to them and no one paid any attention to me. In the end, they broke my glasses. ."

These words made me feel bitter. Comrade Xiaoyan had only been with me for two days and suffered so much. Not only was he threatened by bad guys, but he was still teaching with turkey under the condition of lack of guns and ammunition. He was really like Zhang. As the principal said, conscientious and dedicated to the students.

　　 I said to him: "If you have something like this in the future, just let them pull it away. The best thing you can do is to pull it away."

Yan Jingsheng said in astonishment: "So how can it be done? Now those schools are all about making money and don't care about quality. As long as these 300 students are in my hands, there can be no one less, because I look after you and feel that you are a person who really cares about them. ."

　　 "Don't exaggerate me, the female lecturer I invited them has a dark eye on the history after the Southern Song Dynasty." Yan Jingsheng did not speak, but just smiled.

　　 I saw that the situation was not good and started to provoke this hard-hearted eyes: "These students are really too, not to mention sending two people to follow you, if I come, you will have to explain it here."

Yan Jingsheng said with a warm face, "I didn't let them come. If there is anything, let's be a teacher.-By the way, that classmate named Li Jingshui is really good at kung fu, but he is a little violent. Everyone who was beaten suffered minor fractures."

　　 I helped him up and said to him, "You can walk back by touching it. If you have something to do, let the scorpion call me-how many degrees of your glasses, I will give you a pair."

　　 At this time, Li Jingshui hit the 5 bandages, and the white came out. Before the doctor had time to clean up the bandage clips, the 5 bandages hit by Hu Sanniang immediately went up. When these people came to the health clinic, two came with one support. When they left, one helped the two. They wanted to make a few ruthless words. After seeing the smiling third sister, they all ran away in despair. .

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