He Wenbin was choked by Zhang Yang and was sobbing that he couldn't speak. Even if he could speak, his voice was already like his pig's face. Tears were as deformed on his face, and tears fell on the mud on his face.

Looking around, Zhang Yang felt happy. In his surprised eyes, he lifted He Wenbin up and walked towards a row of cottages. There was...

"Ah, what does he want?"

"There is a toilet over there, does he want it?"

"Yes, I heard he could have ruined him in the first place, but he must have returned it with his teeth."

"How dare you love and hate a tough guy?" The man who knew what was going on sighed.

...

The little boy raised by He family three walked into the toilet with one hand, and the chicken completely stopped. Even if someone told him before that the young man was very different now, he did not expect such a big change. He kicked more than a dozen people down with three punches and two kicks.

The expression on the old man's face was vivid and rich, but a little strange. An old face covered with wrinkles looked more excited. He waved the verbena in his hand and knocked hard on the edge of the carriage. The handsome horse pulling the carriage almost ran out and had to go down, let go of his butt, swayed the horse's tail, and woke the old man. Who knew that the old man's heart was full of things, thinking that it was just a pitiful family bullying.

He Wenbin felt that his head was about to be cracked. When he saw Zhang Yang holding him to the bathroom, he suddenly remembered something. His face suddenly turned pale like paper, struggling with his hands, trying to escape from Ye Xianliang's magical palm. However, he was not enough in front of Zhang Yang, but he had less than six days of ability to see it in front of Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang kicked open the wooden door of the toilet. The wooden door opened, and suddenly a stinking smell came out. Zhang Yang looked at him with sympathy, his face was full of pity, but it was just a costume. He burst into tears: "Zhang Yang." Master Yun, I beg you, let me go, I dare not fight you again. See you later, I will take a detour. Ah-"

After hearing the "bang", He Wenbin found himself free. Unfortunately, he was not happy at all. Instead, he began to struggle in the pit. The thickness inside was too thin. As soon as his feet moved, they got stuck inside as soon as they stepped into the sand. His hand was struggling to climb up the edge, and one of his big feet immediately pushed him down.

"Today, Master, I am in Maokeng Town on behalf of the sky!" Zhang Yangqian said with a smile.

The sound was not too loud, but they were really shocked by this eye-stimulating picture, so the scene was so quiet that it could be heard. Just after someone boasted that Zhang Yang was a real hero, the future would be a strange result of the truth of the world.

There, more than a dozen guardians saw that three little He Wenbin was really thrown into the toilet. When they were all panicked, this was not only a small shame for the three, but also a family member. They didn't know what kind of punishment they would face when they went back. They were not afraid of being "fighted alone". They thought that if they were beaten even worse, maybe the master and they were concerned about God's heart and would let them go once, so they took a deep breath and flocked to them.

Zhang Yang kept giggling and looked at the group of immortal flies coldly. The eight-day efforts made these people once again take the blame.

He Sanliu, who caught his attention, finally had a chance to breathe and finally climbed out of the pit. He just stood firmly on the ground, listening to the sound of "Ah" in the air, just like a warning to God, and raised his head. After hearing the sound of "Bang-Wu", he found that he was back in the pit, as if a batsman was a leisurely dark cloud. "Bang-Wu" ended after the sound of "Bang-Wu". After that, he found that he was back in the pit, and his sadness seemed to have fallen back into the pit.
Chapter completed!