MTL - Late Night Tales Of The Capital-Chapter 45 spoil

The money paintings and paintings stood in the center of the military field. Lin Meier fell on the ground ten meters away, and the students gathered around.

Along with the dissatisfaction, the students gathered in the middle of the school were suddenly broken open, as if there was an invisible hand, and the clouds were opened.

Immediately afterwards, five men walked in. The one headed by him was tall, cold and proud, and his face was square and square, giving him a feeling of high mountain. Only at this moment, Lin Meier, who fell to the ground, looked like a tearful eyes. The expression of this person immediately cooled down.

"The squeaky yellow-haired **** is also a good teacher. Is my son Luoyang Branch so bully? A doll from a merchant's house dares to provoke a practice." The man first walked over and raised Lin Mei. Child, then turned around and looked at the money painting.

"You are not looking for someone to try? Are you not convinced?"

"Then let me come, I won't accept it."

After that, after a call, the wooden sword that was thrown out by Lin Meier’s hand, flew to the man’s hand.

The money book was hand-held with a long gun. Listening to this person’s words, I browed. “Who are you? What are you doing?”

"I am Linshan."

"Lin Meier is my girl, you said that it is not my business."

Linshan, who is tall and cold and proud, said that he did not blush at all. On the other hand, the money paintings and paintings have been smashed. When women fight for men, they even have to move out of their fathers to support them. If you lose, you lose, and you won’t really want your life. As for the elders, they will be charged!

Qian Shu painting raised his eyebrows and looked at Lin Meier. When she wanted to come, if Lin Meier had a bone, would he persuade himself to be embarrassed and not lose?

You Linshan wins me, what are the benefits? I lost money to you, Lin Shu, what can I lose?

Is it for the two clan to fight?

Where is your Lin family coming from?

The onlookers of the college students listened to this introduction, but they were filled with indignation.

"Elders bully the younger generation, what is the ability."

"The dear master of the Swordsman Villa, the deputy dean of the Luoyang Branch of the Lushan Mountain, and the young people themselves, do you want to be shameless?"

"Sister, don't you know him, the hero doesn't eat the loss, we all see it, you have won."

Although the students in the college are persuading the money painting, but she is only staring at Lin Meier, she wants to see what choice the girl will make. She wants to see who Ye Qinghai’s wife is.

Her money paintings are not afraid of being bullied. She is afraid of her own eyes. If Ye Yunhai’s wife does not even have this bone, she is really worthless for herself.

result.

Money painting is indeed a blind eye.

Lin Meier simply did not pay attention to the money painting, she squinted hard, and then pointed at the money paintings. "She soiled my show, messed up my hair, and hurt my face. Today I How to make paintings, I am going to be married to my brother in Yunhai soon. She is deliberately doing damage and seeing me enter the generals."

"I can't spare her today."

After two sentences, Lin Meier looked at the money paintings with a smug look, and got a helpless expression.

"Lin Bobo." Qian Shu painting thought about it, and finally did not impulsively, but slightly lowered his head and shouted Lin Shan.

However, if the words of money painting were not finished, they were interrupted by Lin Shan’s hand. “You don’t have to call my uncle, I am not your uncle, I can’t climb it. My weapons in the Sword Mountain Villa have always relied on your money. Shops are sold, I shouldn’t have been like this, but you shouldn’t bully my girl. I promised her mother who died, and never let Meier be wronged.”

"Don't tell me about the cause and effect, I am not interested. I am the sly of Meier, and Meier is crying. It is your fault." Lin Shanyi should be like this, and the words are plausible.

In the eyes of others, Lin Shan’s words are extremely unreasonable.

Outright love.

I love to have no bottom line.

"What do you want?" Qian Shu painting has already heard the meaning of Lin Shan, he is to export gas to his girl.

"Take your rifle, the sword has no eyes, and every peace of mind, you can shoot it all out." Lin Shan, a master of the gesture, said that even the face is not to be, really want to work with money painting!

"Sister, don't promise him, here is the White Horse Academy, I see who dares to bully us." The students of the college are about to blow up.

"Old man, you are so kind to start!"

"Justie Mountain Villa is right, I remember you, let me check it out tomorrow, you will wait to close the door."

"Protect the sister!"

I don't know who shouted, a group of scholars in Wuhuan will rush to the front of the money painting, and some even have rolled up their sleeves to prepare for the battle with Linshan.

Lin Meier compares with money painting, which is a matter between women's homes, a grudge between young people, who wins and who loses, and everyone can't say anything wrong. But you are the master of the Swordsman Villa, the fierce people in the psychic world, what are you talking about here, what is it, who is bullying!

In the words of these teenagers, "I really don't want the students of the Shuyuan Academy to be the lords."

Lin Shan looked at the students around the school and then painted at the money book. "I don't force you. If you don't take the shot, you will apologize to Meier, ask her to forgive, and hurt the person to bear the consequences."

After listening to Lin Shan’s words, Qian Shu’s paintings were almost laughed. “The two are competing, your girl is defeated. Is it my fault? What is it better than Wu Wu?

Forcing the anger of the heart, the money paintings shouted loudly at the side. "You guys, quiet, everyone's mind, I have a money book, but I have never seen a white horse since I built the hospital. A scholar would dare to fight against a million-strong army.

"This is the soul of the Shujia Academy. Although my money paintings are women, I don't want to lose my husband's face."

The money book draws a sharp gun in the hand, dials the crowd, walks to the front, first scans behind him, then turns to the first finger of Linshan.

"You have to fight, then you will fight."

"My money book is here."

"Not convinced? Come!"

Lin Shanyi, looking at the mad eyes of the money painting, after a long ring, put away a smile, hands on the side of the earthquake, a circle of smashing eyes swept the audience, the students gathered in a circle directly shocked back M, the east and the west fell on the edge of the battlefield. "If you say too much, you are not afraid to flash your tongue."

"Hey!"

The wooden sword was directly sacrificed, and in a second, the red light of the large group was radiated, just like the burning flame.

"Red flame swords decided, Lushan." I don't know why. Looking at the money paintings and calligraphy, Lin Shan's whole person is serious, and his posture is full, and he is in a spiritual situation, facing a money-and-painting painting like a face-to-face opponent.

The money painting can be felt through the ten meters of the flames of the flames, the sword is angry, just fierce and abnormal, than the Lin Meier's sword does not know how many times overbearing.

The heartbeat of Qianshu painting involuntarily accelerated, and even the body was slightly trembled, but she clenched her teeth and tried her best to control herself. She tightened the rifle in her hand and recalled the details of the leaf thorns, and then sighed back. "Take the thorn, Tianmen."

Going from Yongchang Street, turning a corner is the academy, and also attending the leaves of Qian Shuxiao and Guanli, and then ten meters will turn this corner.

Out of the college, and then turn a corner, there is a return to the inn, like the Peony House, the first floor to sell wine, the second floor to live. In the first room of the second floor of Tianzi, today's original protagonist Qian Shuxiao, at this moment, sleep is very hearty, even he himself does not know, how much wine was drunk with the heads of Tianmen last night.

(I am a new one, the first time I write a book, I don’t know what the manuscript is, I’ve been learning all the way, the update is really slow, this is my pot, please forgive me. It’s an excuse to say more, give me some learning to improve. Time, I think I will be better and better for you.)