Counterfeit Hero

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"You are ruthless! What does Feiyang do?"

The fat man blew open the note hanging from his forehead, revealing a pair of dead fish eyes, glaring at Margaret.

"You asked for it!" Margaret's clean, white and pretty face was taken for granted, and the fat man glanced at him: "Who told you to fight against us?"

With that, she looked at the matchup table and said: "You sent these people out, and you wouldn't expect to fight against the God of War eventually. Even if you can't touch the top 16, you will touch the top four. ? "

"That's ..." The fat man suddenly realized that the note on his forehead was blown into a spur and flew around, throwing a hand, and screamed at the opposite Hargrove: "Bomb! I won!"

"Can they win?" Margaret turned her head and quietly watched the four cyan mechas walk into the fighting field. After a long while, she poked her fat man with his elbow: "What the **** are you doing?"

"You seem to care about us?" The fat man looked surprised.

"It's all handsome guys ..." Margaret's clear eyes were full of melancholy and worry, and her long eyelashes were gently pulled down, shaking slightly: "I really want to have three lengths and two shorts. "

"Really ?!" The fat man put on his pergola and looked at the fighting field: "Which one do you like?"

"I want it, you give it ?!" Margaret's eyes brightened.

"What's the use for you ......" The fat man shuffled: "To be honest, you can help to see, which of our bandits is more suitable for Carolina's appetite?"

Margaret bit her lip: "What do you want to do?"

The fat man hated: "It's not a way to go on like this. It's really not possible. The bandits can only go for justice. I don't believe that great love can't overcome arrogant prejudice."

"There is leisure to play cards ...." Margaret said with a smile: "You don't seem to be in a hurry."

"I'm in a hurry ..." A deck of cards spins and closes quickly in the hands of the fat man, changing to the extreme: "At that time, see who's in a hurry!"

"I'm not talking about the game." Margaret's smile slowly disappeared. The slim white fingers, playing with the straws of yogurt, raised her eyebrows slightly, and looked into the slender phoenix eyes of the fat man. It was two points of inquiry and eight points of meaning.

The poker in the hands of the fat man turned from a circular fan into a stack, slowly placed on the table, and raised his head. There was a slight smile on the corner of Margaret's eyes. Controlling all the tone, naturally with a touch of arrogance. Where is the half-looking girl obsessed with mecha? Temperament changes are just a sentence of time.

The straw in her hand, between the thumb, index finger and middle finger, flexibly twirled. After knowing her identity, you will find that the spinning is not a straw, it is the Mars battle situation!

The witch ........ The description of the word intelligence is quite accurate.

The fat man was still laughing, and he smiled very honestly, he said leisurely: "......... I don't mean to say the game."

"What are you going to do?" Margaret's clear, watery eyes glanced at the fat man and said lightly, "You, and your bandits."

"The question is, what do you need us to do?" The fat man's hands comfortably circled back and forth on his stomach, his tone was dull, but there was a thunder in a silent place: "You ......... and your Grandpa. "

The atmosphere suddenly solidified.

Margaret rubbed the straw's finger and gave a slight pause. His eyes condensed on the fat man's face. In front of him, this fat man with a smile on his face stroked his stomach, touching with joy and enthusiasm.

"I don't believe that the bandits will stand by." Margaret suppressed the shock in her heart and continued the previous topic as if she didn't hear the fat man's last words at all.

"I believe ..." The fat man scratched his stomach: "Marshal Hastings, there is already a plan for everything in this theater. He doesn't move, I don't move. He wants to move, I cooperate . "

"Don't you think that you have been learning tongues with the old parrot?" The words have come to the extreme, and Margaret finally lost patience with such a conversation. The fat man, even knowing her identity, surprised her after all.

"I like this kind of conversation." The fat man said intoxicatedly: "You just say it to me, just like kissing."

Margaret stared at the fat man and suddenly chuckled, Baimei was born. Gently shoved the fat man, smirking and said: "Dead fat man, you actually investigate me. No, you quickly say, how do you plan!"

Hagrov and others on the side have already opened their mouths.

They lived in their forties, and in Mars, a primitive jungle with weak meat and strong food, they were considered to have seen many people full of organs. However, for the first time, the two men and women who were so young in front of me and had a goose bump on their minds were the first time I saw them.

Naturally, there is no such thing as a fat man. This girl named Margaret, on the bandit, is no less than a fat man, and on changing his face, he is three points faster than a fat man. Coupled with her natural beauty and deceptive beauty, she changed to a man, and her bones were crumpled when she was rubbed, cold, hot, and distant. Then do n’t ask what to answer, I wish I could take my heart out?

However, such a method, used on the fat man who used the cow to chew the peony and burned the piano to burn the crane, was suspected of glaring at the blind man.

"Follow me with this set!" Actually, the fat demon can't help but his heartbeat is accelerating. Women of this series like Margaret, with a smile, are really powerful. Nephrite Wenxiang snuggled beside her, her bones lighter than two. However, this time, in any case can not lose. On the next face, Yizheng solemnly said: "Let's slap it in front of Lao Tzu, don't blame Lao Tzu for destroying flowers and beating the vixen!"

"Bah ..." Margaret flushed, pushing the fat man lightly, her eyes twitching: "... you are the vixen."

"Is it right?" The fat man rolled his sleeves, his eyes sweeping around Margaret's butt, with bad intentions.

"You're ruthless!" Margaret pulled her hairband and her long blond hair spread like waves. She bit her hair band angrily, while giving the fat man a white eye, while re-combing her long hair with her hand. She understands that no matter how powerful she is, she can't stand the dead fat man who doesn't follow the rules. In the face of hundreds of thousands of people, spanked himself ass, this fat man can definitely do it!

"How do you know we have other plans?"

When Margaret barred her hair, she already had some thoughts in her head, and finally decided to go straight in and play tricks with this dead fat man. He can accompany you to the world.

"I have studied the technique of Marshal Hastings ..." The fat man grabbed the card on the table and turned his hand, and the two kings appeared miraculously in his hand: "Moreover , I have personally experienced it. "

"You mean, the battle in the Little Pyrenees?" Margaret said quietly. The gods of war on the side looked dull. Dead fat man has such a hand skill, why do he still put so many notes on his face, this evil thinking can't really be guessed by ordinary people. As long as he is happy, everything can be done.

Does he really treat his saliva?

"It seems that you don't know much about me." The fat man looked at Margaret playfully and said with a lip: "We were fighting at the Mozc Star to cover the fleet led by Fisichella. All Fisichella ’s actions in the Pyrenees Jr. were also the cover of Marshal Hastings ’recapture of the Galileo galaxy. Everyone has one link. There are many examples of this, how are the grassroots battles, and how much loss, I think Marshal Hastings does n’t care much. In his battle plan, there must be a hidden core benefit. As long as this benefit can be obtained, it does not matter if it fails. "

"So, do you think he has a similar plan on the main channel?" Margaret looked at the big and small king on the table and sighed in her heart. She finally understood why Grandpa would notice this Lere fat man .

"Just guess ..." The fat man smiled and said: "However, after I knew your identity, I was only three-pointed and had seven points. Hastings' granddaughter, At the age of fifteen years old, he was a senior minister of the Allied Forces. He officially attended the high-level military meeting at the age of fifteen. At the age of eighteen, he has independently commanded the Fierce League against the conflict in the northern Kenthers star region. Suddenly became an adjutant. When you come here, you are naturally not on vacation. "

"How do you know my identity?" Margaret wondered.

"You think I'm a pig?" The fat man glared: "You somehow moved to my next door, seduce me all day, fight me on the training ground, scratch your head, deliberately attract my attention, where is there a little bit of the adjutant What does it look like? It ’s really an adjutant, and you dare to promise to help release Claus ?! I do n’t investigate who you investigate ?! ”

"Fat fat man, old lady seduce you ?!" Margaret's mind was so tough and so choked with fat.

"Look, you admit it yourself!" The fat thief took a bite and scored three points.

"That's good!" Margaret gritted her teeth. "It seems that the old lady has nothing to do with you!"

"If you don't cooperate, don't cooperate! What a great thing!" The fat man looked disdainful. "Anyway, our bandits and soldiers have little power and little power, and when people come over, it's a big deal to drill into the freeway. Who can bite Laozi's bird. Besides, we I ’m not interested in Salega ’s longbow star field! "

"Longbow Star Field!"

Fatty words make everyone feel scalp numb. The gods of war looked at each other with surprised eyes, and people who were stupid knew what this sentence meant.

Turning his head to look at Margaret, he saw that the angry and angry female colonel had changed his face.

"Beep", "Beep" ............ The electronic sound of countdown came from the fighting field.

One after another, more and more anxious.

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