Douluo Ball Lottery Draw System

(One more)

No words for a day.

The next morning, Yang Ming got up early as usual, carrying a turtle shell of 500 pounds and running for ten kilometers around the academy. After returning, he conducted other training.

I am afraid that ordinary people will be tired of such cultivation day after day, but Yang Ming is happy about it.

Shaking the point of the gun, feeling a trace of warmth passing through the body, Yang Ming knew that this was the Saiyan bloodline transforming his body little by little, after such **** training, he could further develop the Saiyan bloodline, as long as he continued to practice Going forward, sooner or later, you can meet the prerequisites of the Super Saiyan.

"Call!"

With a long sigh of relief, Yang Ming received the power, his eyes closed slightly, and a glimmer of light flashed through his eyes.

Not far away, Tang San and others practiced similarly. Yang Ming and his eight went to the cafeteria together.

In the former Shrek Academy, Yang Ming and his eight had already developed such a habit, and even if he came to Tiandou City, it would not change for a while.

Despite the early arrival of eight people, there are already many students waiting in line in the cafeteria to buy breakfast.

As soon as Yang Ming entered the cafeteria, he clearly felt that the atmosphere was a bit wrong. All the students looked at him with strange eyes, with awe, jealousy, and admiration, just like a ukiyo-e.

Although Yang Ming was standing with the other seven people, he could clearly feel that everyone's eyes were on himself, and none of them looked at the other seven people.

Especially the eyes of the female students made Yang Ming more familiar. It was like a nympho, and he wanted to pounce on it immediately, full of possessiveness, and almost wrote:

The old lady is the picture of your face, the picture of your body!

However, this is not surprising at all.

The people of Douluo Mainland are relatively precocious and open to topics between the sexes, not to mention, this is now a senior soul teacher college, generally aged over 16 years old, it is already time to fall in love.

No matter where they are, door-to-door households have such a concept embedded in everyone's heart. Everyone here is on top, and naturally they will also look for the same top to be their other half.

What's more, Yang Ming's appearance is good and his strength is strong. This is a potential stock, and the girls' eyes are so bold and hot.

If it was placed in Yang Ming's last life, a talented student like Yang Ming, but a talented student like Qingbei Jiaotong University, is very popular.

If it weren't for Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong's united front, they stared at these voluptuous mercilessly, saying that they would have many competitors if they were plain, and Yang Ming, who was also annoyed, could not have a good breakfast.

Perhaps this is the fault of being too handsome, manually funny.

A group of people found a corner with a relatively small number of people and sat down. Ma Hongjun frowned at Yang Ming and said:

"Boss Yang, I didn't expect that you have just been here for a few days, so it's so popular with girls, would you like to introduce a few to me?"

Seeing Ma Hongjun's saliva flowed out, apparently he had entered a certain fantasy, Yang Ming rolled his eyes.

Xiaowu Liumei frowned, picked up the chopsticks, and slammed into Ma Hongjun's beating hands.

Ma Hongjun missed one tentacle and took a breath of air with pain, retracting his hand and yelling directly.

Xiao Wu akimbo with her hands, a stern look on the mrs.

"Well, you are a fat man, you have to confuse my brother to learn as badly as you do."

"I... what did I say to me?" Ma Hongjun was about to cry without tears. He raised his eyes to see that Xiao Wushu was about to hit his hand again. He quickly waved his hands and said, "Oh, my grandma, I have something to say. Don’t do it yourself, I just want to find a few girlfriends to communicate with one another in a simple way!”

Ning Rongrong's jaws covered her mouth like a fan, and the corners of her mouth curved, revealing the little witch's smile, saying:

"If you don't have a girlfriend, your boyfriend can introduce a few to you. Or, let them talk to you to share your cultivation experience?"

When I think of some limited-level picture, this picture is too beautiful!

Suddenly, Ma Hongjun's face suddenly turned into pig liver.

Boyfriend or something, it's terrible!

I don't want men to add men!

Seeing Ma Hongjun defeated by Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong's two women, the boys felt extremely funny.

Zhu Zhuqing has always been cold, eating breakfast in silence. He noticed Dai Mubai's look in the corner of his eyes. He seemed to want a few more girlfriends.

"Oh, man!"

It has long been common for people to fight and make trouble, and such things happen from time to time.

Yang Ming looked at Xiaowu and Ning Rongrong with a headache, knowing that he didn't tell any stories to Xiaowu.

After the four masterpieces and overbearing presidents' speeches were finished, Yang Ming had nothing good to do, so he had to come up with some Gong Douwen, modern urban green tea essays, and men who love men and men. Fan.

This is really sinful!

Yang Ming covered his face and sighed in his heart.

Just then, several Shrek students suddenly ran in from outside the cafeteria~www.wuxiaspot.com~ yelled as soon as they entered the cafeteria:

"Yang Ming, where is Yang Ming?"

"Ok?"

Yang Ming looked up and found that these students were relatively face-to-face, obviously they didn't know before.

But yes, I think they should be students of the former Lanba College. Yang Ming didn’t come a few days, and even his classmates didn’t recognize them, let alone other students in the college.

Several students looked east and west, as if looking for someone, and finally fixed their eyes on the figure of Yang Ming in the corner, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and ran quickly to report to Ming Yang:

"Yang Ming, no good, Tyron and they are coming to trouble you again!"

"Why is this person so annoying!" Xiao Wu grunted, dissatisfied with someone to disturb their rare calm, and said, "Tylon's father is here again?"

The ventilated people looked weird and said:

"No, this time, more than Tyrone's father came, even his grandfather came."

Yang Ming's mouth twitched slightly, feeling a headache.

Douluo Continent is also a fantasy world. Do all fantasy worlds have the tradition of playing the big ones and the big ones and the old ones?

In this way, wouldn't it be the old one, his ancestor's casket board could not be suppressed, and the coffin should be opened to break through the soil?

Yang Ming rubbed his temple, and of course he knew Li's habits of protecting the calves.

Originally, he thought that yesterday, a sword cut off the ears of Tyrone’s father Tylenol, which would make them retreat from difficulties, and stop coming to harass themselves. They didn’t expect them to give up.

Thinking of this, Yang Ming suddenly stood together, his whole body rising with a touch of sword. .

Although the meaning of this sword is still relatively shallow, it was Yang Ming who had developed his feelings after the war with Tylenol yesterday, so that he developed it, but it also greatly changed Yang Ming's feeling.

As if in front of me, this was a sword that had just been unsheathed, and it was full of edge!