Urban Fake Soldier King

Rahan said, "but who would have thought that these people are so arrogant and ferocious, master, we can't ignore it. They must have another purpose to come to the temple!"

Now that people are dead, Xigu really can't ignore it, although it can be thought that their eighth floor was encouraged by rahan and said, "I'll get justice for them anyway."

Rahan's eyes flashed a touch of cunning and hurriedly said, "master, let's do it quickly."

Xigu sighed and said, "OK, go out and work. I'll arrange other things."

Rahan bowed his head and then withdrew from the door.

Master Xigu casually turned over the sacrificial text, but he was thinking about how to get close to Duanxin Arle and find out their origin.

At this time, Lulu came and heard him say, "my people have examined their wounds. They can have such a fast knife... The other two are Chinese. Maybe I know them."

Master Xigu said, "Oh?"

Lulu said, "I can't talk nonsense now. It's best to have photos."

It's not difficult to do it.

Now, Lulu has several photos of Duan Xin and others in his hand. He looked at them carefully for a long time, then handed them to Xigu and said, "master, this man's name is Duan Xin."

Master Xigu was stunned and looked down.

Lulu sat down carelessly, but became very leisurely, and said: "yes, that's the heart you've heard of. Although he made a disguise, I can still recognize him. This man is extremely evil. He separated the arrow and gun, buried 3000 Indian soldiers alive. It is said that he also caused the chaos on Heiya island. I don't know why he came to you, but it must be another situation, Fortunately, I'm seeing him through today. Now, you know who your friends are. "

Master Xigu smiled noncommittally. For him, Lulu may not be much better than Duan Xinqiang. He said, "do you think he killed me?"

Lulu said, "it's almost certain."

At this time, Duan Xin and rusha were wandering in the street. Although it was early in the morning, the street was already quite lively. It was fun for all kinds of people to shout to be busy living.

The first to get up is always these ordinary people living at the bottom. They are kind and simple. Their joys, sorrows and sorrows are happening in this small street. For them, satisfaction is a topic that can be discussed, but can not be studied in depth.

Looking at the people walking in and out, talking and laughing, Duan Xin inexplicably flashed four words in his mind - sentient beings. Indeed, everyone has a burden in this world, but everyone has to live. Although the tens of kilograms of cake cutting pick is heavy, it is really no more than a gratitude and revenge.

Duan Xin sighed deeply and suddenly wanted to live here for a long time.

Rusha didn't have such worries. She pointed to a restaurant and said, "let's have cold skin."

Indian cold skin is a civilian breakfast, but it looks much better than domestic cold skin. Therefore, after the waiter brought a bowl of lemon tea, Duan Xin planned to taste it carefully.

Seeing him pick up the bowl, rusha giggled, "this is for washing hands. Do you want to drink?"

"Er..." Duan Xin smiled bitterly. Rusha had taken the bowl and washed her hands. She smiled and said, "remember to eat with her right hand in a while."

Duan Xin said strangely, "why?"

Rusha smiled and said, "you think your right hand is very evil. Here, your left hand is evil. Of course, you can't use the sacred thing of eating."

Duan Xin raised her eyebrows and said with a bad smile, "Wow, I don't need both hands with you."

Rusha responded with a stare and then burst into a laugh. After being ridiculous, she suddenly had a little more worry in her eyes. She lowered her head and mixed cold skin, eager for Duanxin not to ask.

Duan Xin just held her hand.

The power of the palm made her feel that he would not let go. Her heart suddenly became clear and felt that all her losses and efforts were worth it.

Duan Xin said softly, "maybe one day, I'll go to your religious authority center."

Rusha knew what he was going to do and hurriedly said, "no"

"I always have to do something for you!" Duan Xin said faintly, his eyes full of tenderness and firmness, and suddenly saw one kicked in at the door and three more walked in.

"I can't even see two muslin. What do I want you to do?"

The leader of the opening is a fat but fat man with strong eyebrows, generous facial features and shiny oil stains on his face. He looks like a pig killer. However, judging from the flame on his forehead, he has an absolute position in Hinduism and should belong to the Brahman family of the first caste.

Seeing rusha's head bowed and panicked for fear of being found, Duan Xin suddenly remembered that he had seen this man on TV. His name was pal Chi Mian. He was the leader of the Hindu organization qingzhai meeting. Although there was no national leader of the Hindu church, the qingzhai meeting was in a leading position in all Hindu organizations, so, Parchi is absolutely qualified to occupy a decisive position in Hinduism.

It was this product that proposed to sterilize all India's muslin and kidutu because they were afraid that they would grow and threaten Hinduism.

It is also this product that exploits the rights and status of rusha and her family. Before that, rusha could be called the idol of millions of women in India. Different from the "Saint" who provides physical services for men in the temple, rusha dances at night. Rusha dances only for Shipo God and enjoys a high position in India, where women are generally low. However, this Parr Chi noodles plans to let rusha only be his own "Saint".

Duan Xin's eyes stayed on his fat face for a moment, and then looked at the two people behind him.

These are two beauties. Although they are wearing broad robes, they can't hide their concave and convex bodies, especially the parts wrapped tightly. Judging from the flattery on their faces, they should all be "saints" under his crotch.

Because beauty can also be cultivated and moistened.

It was a restaurant waiter who was kicked in by them. The boy was thin and full of leather strength. He didn't seem to feel pain when he was severely kicked to his belly and was still grinning.

Palchi glanced at him, casually pointed to the stairs, and then took someone to a seat.

Just when Duan Xin was a little puzzled, he saw a trace of panic and sadness on the waiter's face, quickly walked up the stairs, and then turned down from the railing.

Crack.

Although the second floor was not high, it also threw him into a snort. There was blood on his forehead, but he didn't relieve himself. He climbed up the stairs and jumped down again.

Several other waiters shrunk aside and stared. Their faces were full of sympathy and fear. Even the restaurant owner stood up and dared not come forward to block and persuade.

And a few diners were laughing with glee. It must not be the first time for them to see this kind of excitement, and they had long been used to it.