People in the apartment: Zhuge Monkey King got pregnant at the beginning!

Boom!

The door to the studio was pushed open, and a sour smell of sweat came from inside.

cough cough cough ......

The person who pushed the door let out a series of coughs, then looked at the scene in the room, glared and said:

"Peter, it's been a long time since your mother messed with Fack, you're getting moldy! Are you going to rot with this house?"

The man who pushed the door was named Richard Taylor, a good friend of Peter Jackson, a film visual effects artist, and a native of New Zealand.

"Damn, don't bother me, I'm changing the script. Peter Jackson yelled in discontent.

"To hell with that damn script, and that damn vampire, Harvey Weinstein, you have to get out of this room, take a shower, go out for a walk, I don't want to see you turn into a pile of stinky meat!"

As he spoke, Richard Taylor pulled open the curtains and pushed open the window, and fresh air poured in.

He breathed a sigh of relief that he could finally breathe normally.

24 Later, he walked up to Peter Jackson, grabbed the dead fat man's shirt, and said fiercely: "Go, immediately, immediately, let me go out." "

Peter Jackson was taken aback by Richard Taylor, rubbed his messy hair, and said, "But, where am I going?" "

"Whatever you want, go shopping, go to the forest, go to the farm, just don't stay in this damn stinking house!"

"Okay, okay, listen to you, or ...... Let's go to the farm. "

"Yes, but before that, you'll have to take a shower, you'll stink worse than the Francoyan's old Boulogne!"

(PS: Old Boulogne is the smelliest cheese in the world.) One scientist even asked an electronic nose to smell the cheese, and the instrument, which detects urinary tract infections and tuberculosis, came back positive. ）

"Is there one?"

Peter Jackson raised his arm and sniffed his armpit suspiciously.

"Gross~!"

He almost vomited from his own taste.

"Fake, I smell like a corpse that has been dead for a hundred days!"

............

Whew~ha~!

Martin stood on the balcony of his country house, took a deep breath of fresh air, and stretched out happily.

"Wow, the air here is so sweet, the air in my hometown of Los Angeles is not fresh at all, you must wear a mask, otherwise you may get sick!"

Gordon, who was on the side, also took a deep breath when he heard this, and then fell into deep doubt, "The air here is indeed fresh, but is it so exaggerated?!"

"Go, Gordon, let's go down and ride. "

As he spoke, Martin put his hands on the balcony railing, and jumped directly from the balcony on the second floor.

Gordon was startled, and with an "ouch" rushed to the balcony railing and looked down.

I saw that my employer was already standing firmly on the ground, smiling and waving to me.

So neat?

Gordon leapt down with confusion and landed firmly in front of Martin.

"Not bad!"

Martin complimented, and turned to the farm's stables.

Gordon immediately bared his teeth and inhaled silently the moment Martin turned around, Nima, who had just landed on the ground without rolling forward to cushion, and his ankles and knees were so painful!!

Arriving at the stable, Martin chose a pure white Al-Ara-Burn, while Gordon chose a brown mixed-breed mare, which, according to the groom who manages the stable, is more docile.

"Hey, Gordon, can you do it?"

Martin couldn't help but laugh as he looked at Gordon's awkward mounting stance.

Gordon looked bitter, afraid to speak and be distracted, afraid of accidentally falling down.

He hadn't really ridden a horse.

Finally climbing on horseback, Gordon looked at Martin, imitating his posture and flicking the reins as the little mare kicked and trotted.

Not to mention, it feels pretty good!

"Gordon, come on, run, awkward like a girl!hahaha!"

As he spoke, Martin knocked his feet on the horse's belly, and the horse, which was a divine steed under his crotch, suddenly flew out like an arrow from the string and ran at high speed.

"Martin, wait, wait for me, be careful, stay safe!"

Gordon was anxious to follow, but the little mare he rode was a little too docile, and no matter how much he pushed, it was only a trot.

By the time he had run a few hundred meters, Martin had already run around the racecourse, with an extra pair of bows and arrows in his hand.

It's a compound bow with a slender body, intricate gears, and a mechanical look.

"Gordon, you're too slow, I'm out hunting, you ride slowly here!"

As he spoke, Martin urged his horse and galloped away.

Now Gordon was a little anxious, and while calling Martin, he desperately kicked the little mare under his crotch, and then-

The good-natured little mare also went berserk, and with a kick, she flipped Gordon over.

By the time he got up, Martin was nowhere to be seen.

............

"Peter, Peter, why are you in a daze 893 again, please, since you're out for a walk, don't think about the script, relax, you need to relax, understand?"

"I know, I know, wasn't I just relaxing. "

"Fack, you just relaxed? What did you relax, your brain?"

"No, my bladder, I'm going to pee!"

As he spoke, Peter Jackson ran towards the creek not far away.

"Fake, what are you doing running so far, I won't peek!" muttered Richard Taylor, turning on the small radio hanging from his belt.

"Zizizi, Zizizi, the sudden fire at the Auckland Zoo the day before yesterday has been extinguished, but please pay attention to residents - the animals in the zoo lost two African cheetahs and a Western Australian crocodile during the evacuation process, if any residents find it, please call the report number in time: *********. Note: These four animals are extremely aggressive, and if they are in danger, they are allowed to be killed!" (read the violent novel, go to the Feilu novel network!)

"These damn alien species shouldn't be zoos. "Richard Taylor.

New Zealand is a special island country, due to the isolation of the terrain, there are no dangerous animals such as crocodiles, bears, wolves, scorpions and snakes on the island.

(Brothers, please take care of it, evaluation, flowers, collections, and rewards are all here, thank you.) ）。