In any case, this is reality and not a movie comic. It is impossible for Bai Lang to knock on the door and say "Madam, I like you!" and then get what he wants. So he can only eavesdrop through the wall - but
This is not very interesting. The picture is all based on imagination. Of course Bailang can restore the movement through the flow of wind, but it is still boring.
So after listening for a while, Bailang knew what he was doing and stopped eavesdropping. He already had a lot of information. First of all, Fujita Tsuyoshi was probably no longer a good friend, but he would definitely become a considerate good friend;
Secondly, this Mrs. Taozi is really just as Bailang saw and felt. There is no doubt that she is a woman who is very capable...
Bai Lang thinks this is not a good thing? Thinking about it, it seems that since ancient times, people in our country have been cheating, stealing, and the like, and they have appeared in Laughing Forest Guangji and the like for everyone to laugh. I guess it doesn't matter. Yes,
There are many jokes in ancient China that use this for fun. Bai Lang thinks that it is a good thing to laugh for ten years and make everyone laugh.
However, Bailang could only sleep alone tonight - he kept an eye on it, wanting to see what would happen when Fujita Go came back. At twelve o'clock in the night, Bailang heard the footsteps and the sound of the door closing next door, and then he
Even when you are lying in bed, you can hear the sound from next door - it was not possible or practical in the past.
Sure enough, it was Taozi who was probably asking for sex, but Tsuyoshi Fujita was obviously avoiding her, and in the end, the two of them just fell asleep amidst Taozi's sighs and Tsuyoshi Fujita's promises. Bailang showed a mysterious smile, and he confirmed that he was a good friend.
Fujita Tsuyoshi was indeed dying. Bailang's palms slid against the wall, and the slight temperature difference allowed him to describe the situation in the room on the other side of the wall, especially the positions and postures of the two people. Bailang did not put his fingers on the wall after all.
He still has some moral integrity when it comes to creating a hole.
When going out in the morning, Bailang met Mr. Fujita as usual. Bailang greeted him with a sympathetic smile. The two walked to the station while chatting casually. Bailang felt that his friendship with Fujita Tsuyoshi was advancing by leaps and bounds. Soon, gentlemen can make money.
Is it the point of friendship?
As usual, he saw classmate Sakata who got off the bus at this stop. This girl wore glasses and most people wouldn't notice that she was actually a pretty girl. Bailang rubbed Sakata's hair and got on the bus.
There was not a single bad boy blocking the road along the way. Maybe they haven't reacted to what happened yesterday? However, when he entered the campus, Bailang felt everyone's "respect", and the classmates in front of him disappeared one after another, leaving Bailang and him
Behind him, Sakata left a broad road.
This kind of treatment made Bailang want to take the Connor step of disowning his relatives, but he controlled himself and caught a boxing club member who was disappearing in front of him at the speed of light, "Hey! What's going on?" Japanese
Suddenly became fluent again...
"No... Fudo King Ming!" This kid was obviously in the second grade, but in Bai Lang's hands it seemed to be the opposite. He muttered these words. "What?" Bai Lang even said it.
Foreign language, "What the hell is King Fudo? Baga!" The other party seemed to be frightened, and his body that could fight at featherweight shrunk down to even smaller than flyweight, "Well, sir, didn't you beat Suzuran yesterday?
’... They just spread this.”
Bailang let go of the senior, and helped him smooth out his wrinkled collar. "Oh, I knew they were in the second grade, but I didn't expect them to be so second grade... Can you not respect King Ming?"
"Then let me ask, have I become the strongest in Tokyo?" Of course, this just made the other party laugh, because he didn't know either.
Just thinking about it, you will know that after this news spreads, those Tokyo second grade delinquents will come to challenge one by one, and must take away this title - Bailang has a sense of deja vu, always feeling that it is similar to the martial arts.
....."Feudal dregs, really feudal dregs!" Bailang thought, a mere bad boy in middle school is really about the same as a martial arts master.
There are alien fighting skills in this world. At least Bailang has seen these fighting skills when he was watching online news - he hasn't seen anyone setting fire yet, but there are clues that there may be such a fighter? Thinking about it this way, Ling
Gangster Lan is really just a gangster, these delinquents are so bad.
Bailang is still good in studies, so it is basically impossible for the teacher to cause trouble for him - the teacher does not want to be beaten with a sack by asking for trouble for the leader of the Four Heavenly Kings who has been designated by Baihe Academy. Although it is absolutely impossible for Bailang to do such a thing without
That's the matter of moral character. As a private institution of higher learning, Baihe Academy still has some slightly delinquent teenagers - it's just that they are very well-behaved in school, and they only dare to smoke and fight after leaving school. Now that Baihe has left the school, there are still some bad boys.
For a strong man like King Ming, this does not prevent these guys from using their power to cause trouble.
When Bai Lang was practicing, the manic wind was flowing everywhere, but his Qi was still very stable. "It seems that this hot feeling is indeed brought by this world, and it is definitely not a problem with my own practice." Bai Lang thought, this
The power of the world's light cannon strike technology is limited, and it seems that it cannot produce the same effect as a nuclear weapon. Bai Lang feels that his White Tiger Cannon is probably equivalent to a 155mm grenade, and is not as powerful as his full-force punch.
Bailang has already tried it. As a flying skill, the attack power is not as good as the direct strike skill. If it is a direct contact, Bailang is confident to destroy the entire apartment with one blow. He is also confident to break the boulder, but the flying skill is not enough. At most, it can penetrate the wall.
Or create a broken surface pit.
"So if the alien fighting skills here completely exist, it won't be like everyone sending waves through the air. There will still be close combat and the king of close combat." Bai Lang came to the conclusion that there is no harm to him.
——Anyway, this world actually limits his upper limit, but he can study what he should do if he steps into the interior and exterior scenes?
Because in this world Bailang discovered that momentum can also be radiated, and it can even "take shape". In this case, perhaps the so-called "ghosts, monsters, gods and gods" have a basis for existence - Bailang dare not say that there is no such thing at all, but the possibility is very high
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None of this is worth paying attention to. Without the soothing Gil, there will be no happy life. Bailang thinks that he traveled here not just to practice martial arts... Bailang hasn't touched Sakata yet, but it doesn't mean that he can't appreciate Fujita Momoko.
Ah. What's more, this woman goes downstairs to throw away the garbage almost every day when Bai Lang comes home. She always wears those kind of tight long skirts or midi skirts, and every time she is actually feasting Bai Lang's eyes.
At this time, Bailang no longer needed to cover up. He just wanted to enjoy the big peach exposed when Mrs. Fujita bent down or squatted down to sort out the discarded garbage. He also knew very well that Momoko Fujita must have noticed it - people can sense the sight behind them.
She was watching, but she still pretended that she didn’t know how to do it every day, hum, hum, hum…
This chapter has been completed!