Suicide Squad, if used less, is much more effective than Zhuangxing Wine. Oh, by the way, it is said that the improved version is probably the Love Gu in the Miao secret arts. I suspect that some witches in medieval legends have it.

Love potions should be of the same kind."

Wan, never expected it!

He, Mr. Huang Dashan, was actually crushed to death by an old man with gray hair in the field that he was very good at. Look at what others are playing, how high-end and classy they are; look at yourself, he is so useless.

Face to face with Mr. Jiangdong.

Mr. Huang puffed out his cheeks full of flesh, glared and choked out a sentence,

"You're not ashamed of yourself as a digger, why did you actually inseminate the evolution of Quan Mingguang?"

Mr. Zhou was stunned again, maybe he was angry, who knows.

Huang Dashan glanced at the old man's wheelchair,

"No wonder Confucius once said, 'One testicle is as big as a human egg.' You have nothing... tsk tsk... there are a hundred thousand evolvers!"

Mr. Zhou, who was still in a daze, unconsciously repeated,

"Are you brave if you are a master of art?"

Well, I'm afraid the old man hasn't reacted yet.

Master Shan smiled obscenely,

"Listen to my pronunciation, (yi)(gāo)(rén)(dàn)(dà)..."

...

But on the other side, a few tiny pink light spots shuttled between plants that were suspected to be descendants of pitcher plants for a while. These huge plants clearly erupted with unimaginable power, and the beasts underneath were cut into corpses in an instant.

The blood from the mountains and the sea is all turned into nutrients.

The potted plant shouted excitedly,

"Wow, wow, wow, this time it's... It's worthy of my aunt and grandma. The little baby I worked so hard to create, wow, wow, wow... how much is this worth..."

She was dancing, when unexpectedly a black thing whizzed over from behind her. Bonzai subconsciously thought of a standard black tiger to dig out the heart, hitting the target's noble buttocks.

The power of the potted plant is not small, it directly stopped this thing.

"Ah, Master Shan?"

Huang Dashan stood up unsteadily, rubbed his face and cursed angrily,

"Damn, this old melon, hiss...he's really dirty."

The potted plants are inexplicable,

"What are you..."

Shan Ye scratched his head,

"Hmm, I told a joke to someone who doesn't understand the joke, ugh..."

The potted plant looked Shan Ye up and down and said disdainfully,

"Is this a bad joke of yours... No wonder... Next time you tell a joke, you should choose someone who can beat it."

"Hey, hey, what do you mean by that? Master Shan, I have a very good sense of humor!"

"hehe!"

While they were talking, the people from the production committee who were responsible for "protecting" Mr. Shan chased after him. In fact, these people might not be able to beat Mr. Shan if they were kneaded and tied together. But they all had good skills in escaping. In order to

It would be really heart-breaking to avoid a famous stupid guy like Huang Dashan who gets hot and runs to fight against the beast tide. Don’t forget that he also has the name of Prince Luanshan on his body. This can’t just be regarded as a crime.

Mingguang's own domestic affairs are diplomatic matters.

Of course, there is some surveillance in it, and the relationship between Luanshan and Mingguang is still very fragile.

Potted Plant held his chin and looked at the many awakened people at the gap in the city wall under his feet. His eyes wandered back and forth between Kong Yi and Lin Chou.

"Hey, I'm so angry. Which one should I choose...a handsome guy or a handsome uncle...it's so difficult..."

Huang Dashan gave the most pertinent advice without thinking.

"Young people have good physical strength, and uncles have many tricks!"

It was as if the potted plant suddenly realized something.

"Yes, of course I choose the rich one!!"
Chapter completed!