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"I'll go!" Woke up from sleep again, and a dirty word slipped out of the teenager's mouth unconsciously. Suddenly sat up from the bed and fought back the stabbing pain all over. The teenager clenched his fist tightly and the veins stood out suddenly and violently until his nails were deeply immersed in the meat.
For a long time, I turned my head and looked out the window. At the beginning of the day, the door is bright. He sighed, with a wry smile on his lips, and stumbled out of the closet and put on a coat. He put a handful of cold water on his face with his hands and sat back on the bed.
His name is fifty, which is the hope of the Wu family. People have always commented on him like this, and he believes it himself!
In the martial arts mainland where all the people practice martial arts, how is the practice of 50 kungfu? He himself is not very clear. People who are familiar with him say this about him:
"Fifty, the speed at which you move is unbelievable." Bei Tang Qiu, son of the military minister, said.
"Fifty, the strength of your move is beyond words." Yun Tong, the son of the Foreign Minister, said.
"Fifty, you are really a master of leather refining. You are the hope of the Wu family! " Feng Yinglin, the son of the Prime Minister, has a smile on his face, and his two thick black eyebrows are full of provocative ripples.
Memento mori, scattered in my mind, Wang Wu only felt a splitting headache, as heavy as lead.
These three comments are like three thin bamboo sticks directly inserted into fifty fingertips. Just think about it, ...