"Spray all the high salary you gave you!"

"Spout!"

"Cut off the ugly tools you used to ruin good girls!"

"Cut off!"

"Saw the incompetent Feng Yong's legs!"

"Saw-break!"

"Steal the dog Radishku!"

"Submit it!"

After hearing this last request, the Chinese national football team immediately reached a unified front. After fighting France three days ago, this guy praised the gods and was 20,000 to 20,000 yuan. He had long disliked him. He said that he was soon enough. He quickly cut off the golden land and put the puppy carrot into a bag, opened the window and threw it down.

The crowd was a little stunned: The delivery speed is too fast! Why didn’t you cooperate so neatly when playing basketball?

Because it was too fast, no one could react, and Luoboku fell to the ground. He was worthy of being a football genius who was not inferior to Bog Bacante Matuidi. He fell from such a high place without any damage.

The masses like challenging tasks, and each sharpens his sword and prepares to challenge the absolute defense ability of this extraordinary body.

Sacrifices of non-my races and kicked the remaining popular chicken Zheng Zuyi aside, the Chinese national football team soldiers began to discuss strategies.

"I heard that the security guard had a traitor, and the bus had been smashed, so there was no chance to go on the right path."

"Hey, where is the culprit, Brother Yong?"

"I saw him playing with his cell phone just now."

"It seems like I saw some bad news, and my face changed drastically."

"Why are you the leaders here? If you don't give me any news, it means putting us under house arrest?"

Suddenly I heard the cheers below: "The Dutch fat pig was caught!"

"Battle this pig who cheated money to death!"

The soldiers rushed to the window and looked down. The few who saw the pale faces and took a few steps back, muttering, "The Lord Dongjin has also been tied up by them..."

Let’s talk about Feng Yong, because of the accurate judgment of the timing and extraordinary vision, he has now escaped to the periphery. However, he was kindly stopped by several fans wearing Chinese team match uniforms: “Brother, you’re against it! You’ll go out like this, those turtle grandchildren are inside.”

Feng Yong saw the opportunity quickly and pointed forward, "I just saw Zheng Zayi running towards that little bastard."

One of them didn't believe it very much, and tilted his head and thought: "Is that so? That little bastard ran so fast?"

Another thought that this fan was so tall and big, so he looked at Feng Yong carefully: "Brother, why do I think you look so familiar? Who do you look a little like that-"

"Feng Yong!"

"Yes! It's him! This grandson is so sinister and cunning, and he is playing with a lot of noise!"

Feng Yong shouted loudly, jumped, and used his unique skill to steal the former teammate Zou Shitai in mid-air. This move was extremely insulting and injured a Belgian player's ball. Several fans were shocked: "Zou's deathly phantom leg!"

While they ran away in scatters, Feng Yong ran away.

I heard the call "chasing" behind me, and then my groin felt a severe pain in an inappropriate manner. At this time, I glanced at me and found that there was a shared bicycle near me that was not locked. I endured the severe pain and jumped up and rode away like flying.

At this time, Feng Yong was heartbroken, and the pain was long gone. He stepped on the pedal of Mobike like he was on the hot wheels. The taxi driver was so damn it was discovered that he had been surpassed by a shared bicycle.

Just as he was about to get started, his phone rang. Feng Yong saw that it was "Hani" that had not been connected before, so he hurriedly picked it up.

Hani cried over there: "Honey, where are you?"

Feng Yongxin immediately sank: "What happened?"

"Baby...baby, my...baby...baby...baby...baby...baby...baby...baby...baby...baby...baby...baby...baby...baby...baby...baby...baby...baby...baby...baby...baby...baby...baby...baby...baby...baby...baby...baby...baby...baby...baby...baby...baby...baby...baby...baby...baby...baby...baby...baby...

With a clang, Feng Yong fell off the bicycle.

However, it is not over yet. Madmen from all over the country have begun planning to launch targeted strikes on each stadium.

"Chinese people shouldn't play football!"

"People who play football are not worthy of enjoying social resources!"

“Burn all the football fields!”

"I want to play football is a death sentence!"

God finally slapped the table, and his deputy was shocked and quickly kept his guard.

God looked at him and said calmly: "Just just now, I made a wise decision."

The deputy laughed and said, "You might as well tell me. Even if you are the master of all things, it is unconvincing to judge whether you are wise or not."

"I want to sanction them."

The deputy guessed from the worst case: "All participants were killed wholesale?"

God smiled: "Am I so cruel?"

The deputy shook his head.

"I will build a world. I will lock all the people who have had malicious intentions towards Chinese football, even flashed a moment of evil thoughts, and ignored indifference. The basic structure of the world is no different from the current secular world. There is only one special rule. Football supremacy is absolute, and the kicker is the top of the social class!"

The deputy smiled bitterly and said, "Anyone who has been in contact with Chinese football in the first place has more or less affinity. The scope is already very large. It's fine. If you want to add the part that ignores Chinese football, willn't everyone be shot?"

"I deserve it!"

The deputy refused: "You are unreasonable now? People who don't even have any intersection are absolutely innocent! I can't sit still and see you being blinded by personal grudges and making big mistakes."

God curled his lips and said, "Okay, am I so ignorant? This is a certain winning rate. If you win, he will be unlucky."

The deputy then breathed a sigh of relief: "Then how big is the pattern of this world?"

God thought about it: "At least it should be as big as China, right?"

The deputy was unhappy again: "Isn't it still the whole people were shot?"

God gave him a blank look: "I don't know how to use NPCs to make up numbers?"

"When will it be released?"

God laughed and said, "When can anyone use that fundamental rule to stand at the top to formulate new rules, the confinement of this world will naturally disappear, so that they can return to reality."

The deputy sighed: "Is the football emperor? If you can't do it, you will die there for the rest of your life?"

"I deserve it."

The deputy raised his hand: "There is another problem. If the basic structure is no different from the real society, technical talents can ignore your fundamental rule and gain respect. Could it be that you can still play football with food, rice, oil and salt? The infrastructure in society cannot be separated from these people. You can't let football solve these things. For example, saving lives and helping the wounded, can you make people heal without medicine?"

God was very proud: "I have a wonderful setting about this. It's boring to say it. You will know it when you read it."

The deputy was worried about his confusion: "I said it all, you have to judge others for good or bad, but you can't make up for what you say."

God ignored him and made his own faces with his hands. So everyone in the world felt dizzy or not. In places they didn't know, several whirlpools were exposed, and many people were swept in and disappeared. Of course, those who tied up coaches, burned the courts, burned other villas, and surrounded the stadiums of 80,000 people were the first to be affected.
Chapter completed!