Golden Greenery

In the late Sui Dynasty, there was a single spear that defeated two brave men, such as Luo Song, Yuanba and Luo Shixin, who was fierce and brave and mastered one skill at a time; today, there is a Hanoverian young man who broke through two madnesses, with three primary colors of yellow, white and black, and a dirty mop and a broom that skillfully separates dung and mud.

Zhuo Yang held the blade with one arm, shouting and leaping towards the battle group, his broken mop dripping yellow water all the way.

Coming closer, he used a move to clear the clouds, forcing the second general Slag Lion to ride his horse back, and then used a golden python to wrap his weapon around and dance like a wheel. The yellow mud on the mop was splashed all over the sky, and pear blossoms filled the sky. The needles were thrown around. The idlers in Madibao who were standing to watch the battle let out a strange cry of "Ouch!" and scattered in panic.

Looking at Zhuo Yang again, he held up the scumbag's rake in front of the palace with both hands in the sky-burning pose, and then turned around and dragged himself, dragging the rake and slamming the gilded rake rod, saying "let go", and the dung rake's flesh - —'Flying into the sky, crossing mountains and crossing oceans...

Hearing Song Heizi, the Golden Lion Gate guard behind him, shout fiercely: "Cut your head~", Zhuo Yang quickly moved his horse to the side, and at the same time used the dragon in his hand to drag Uncle Zha aside, the two of them narrowly avoided the blow. He chopped down Huashan Mountain to save his mother.

Before the shock could subside, there was another sound of "Pull out your ears~"! Jinding Zaoyang Xuanhua's big broom swept over with the wind and sand. In an emergency, Zhuo Yang hugged Uncle Zha. The two of them bent back and bent over the iron plate bridge at the same time. The big broom of one of the four great soldiers in the sweeping world was pressed against them. The person's face flew past.

Fortunately for Zhuo Yang, he was a practicing boy, and the Iron Banqiao seemed like a toy, but Uncle Zha had never lowered his waist in his life, and he was as hard as chopping firewood, and he groaned.

General Song Hei swept through thousands of troops and fled into the air. He turned around like Chang'e flying into the sky. His sword was handed over from his left hand to his right. In an instant, smoke was billowing, "With your feet~"! The swing was rounded and struck directly at Uncle Zha's calf.

Zhuo Yang took the Huntian mop and punched it on the ground, and then it took root. I heard the sound of "Cang~rang~", and the big broom hit the broken mop and stopped abruptly.

Zhuo Yang hit his leg on the broom stick, "You also let go!" The weapon in Song Hei's palm fell to the ground with a sound, and was immediately kicked out of the battlefield by Zhuo Yang. Like the gold-plated dung rake with Phoenix wings, the Jinding Zaoyang broom also ended its only and glorious short life and returned to silence and mediocrity.

Even though Uncle Zha and Lao Song were separated by Zhuo Yang, they were still unwilling to let go. They were showing their teeth and claws, and neither of them was a fuel-efficient lamp.

"Dad, I must tear your mouth apart..."

"See if I don't scratch you to death..."

Zhuo Yang was hit several times on the shoulder and buttocks, and he couldn't tell who was hitting him. Damn it, it’s endless, right?

He pushed Lao Song away with a single palm of his left hand, held the mop with his right hand and stretched it back, raised his legs and yelled: "Stop!!"

The three people suddenly froze in time,

Set there like a sculpture. The picture looks like this——

Zhuoyang's white crane spreads its wings in his left hand, and the sole of his left leg is lifted out of thin air to press against Lao Song's chin. Lao Song lunges forward and raises his head behind him. Uncle Zha behind Zhuoyang spread out his arms, picked up his orchid fingers, bowed and tightened his belly in a cat-walk, Zhuoyang held the mop head backwards and pressed it against Uncle Zha's belly.

The spring sunshine shines through the gaps in the leaves, and the water of the canal is filled with phosphorescence as far as the eye can see. In this situation, please automatically imagine the background music when Stephen Chow lifts Cecilia Cheung's chin with one hand.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... The people in Madibao who had just hidden the hidden weapon crowded around again, looking at the three people in the field hesitantly, not knowing what to do. Everyone was covered in some degree. There were some yellow spots, and the place smelled bad.

Looking at the three masters of Zhuo Zha and Song Dynasty, apart from their extremely cool postures, their heads and faces make people want to vomit. Everyone looked at each other, thinking: What should I do? To pull or not? How about you go...

It’s okay to pay off the evil, and no one cares about the dirty at this time, but the three of them present a poignant balance, shaky like tarot cards in the wind, and no one can bear to break this heartbreaking beauty.

The pepper veal steak Zhuo Yang had for lunch was so cooked that it would make your face bleed when cut with a knife, plus a glass of cold milk. My stomach felt a little uncomfortable in the afternoon and kept rumbling. After exercising for a long time, coupled with the posture of opening and closing now...

‘卟~卍卟~卟~~~~’ A series of screaming rolling thunder farts stood out, and the yin and yang suddenly fell to the four-fourth beat of B flat major.

The wind-drawn shape suddenly collapsed, the beautiful artistic conception disappeared with the sound, and the human-shaped sculpture melted and was released.

"See if I don't scratch you to death..."

"Eat daddy and I'll beat you..."

In the blink of an eye, Zhuo Yang received several more punches, including a few blows on his head. He wanted to destroy these two gangsters. Throwing away the urine mop that had completed its mission, he pushed away Lao Song's flapping arms, hugged him from the waist, pushed him forward, staggered a few steps, and then pressed the lion king hard to the ground. "Old Song, can you calm down?"

"Zhuoyang, don't worry. Let me go. Either he will die today or I will die..."

Zhuo Yang: "..."

Uncle Zha took the opportunity to take advantage and kicked Lao Song hard around the ground. Zhuo Yang naturally became a fish in the pond.

"Are you all fucking dead? Why don't you hurry up and stop the husband?" I felt angry in my heart.

Only then did a bunch of dumbfounded guys realize what was going on. Rand and Ackerman rushed up to take Uncle Zha's vixen punch. The two of them joined forces to wrap their heads around their coach, one hugging his waist and the other hugging his chest.

Lao Song was so strong that Zhuo Yang pinned him to the ground like a fish on a chopping block struggling to death. Zhuo Yang who was pressing him also bounced up and down. Uncle Zha was definitely going crazy on his own, jumping around and twisting like crazy.

"Carl, Willie, let go of you two and come with me to kill this asshole. Uncle Zha, I have treated you very well in the past..." How dare the two brothers listen to this? The three of them also fell down together. On the ground, Rand and Ackerman refused to let go, being led by Uncle Zha to twist around on the ground together.

Both of them had some brute force, and gradually they couldn't control themselves anymore, which made Zhuo Yang and the others sweat profusely.

"You all calm down, calm down, okay?" Calm down, Uncle Zha and Lao Song are like two extremely powerful neodymium iron boron magnets, trying to fight each other even if they risk their lives.

"Pengpeng, go get some water and let them calm down, hurry up!" Using all his strength to suppress Lao Song, Zhuo Yang turned his head and yelled at David Lewis, who was trying to help but was at a loss what to do.

Pengpeng was the one who listened to Zhuoyang the most. He ran out after hearing the words. He was a smart boy. He rushed directly into the small garden next to the corridor. In the middle of the small garden stood a water faucet and a plate of black leather pipes used to water the trees.

"Brother Zhuo, get up and watch me feed them..." Hello little brother, I feel sorry for his boss. Pengpeng held up the head of the leather pipe with one hand, and the water column shot into the air.

How dare you get up? Once you let go of Lao Song, he will be like a tiger that has escaped from its cage. It will take a lot of effort to conquer him again.

"...You feed me, don't worry about me." Zhuo Yang has a tragic feeling of righteousness and a kind of desolation of Wang Cheng's self-sacrificial revolutionary heroism of "shooting at me".

"Okay!" After all, Pengpeng listened to Zhuoyang the most.

A stream of cool water poured over his head and face, dispersing the stench in the air, and at the same time, it was enough to extinguish all the fire of illusion.