Liu Pengju naturally refused to be easily, but threw the wine bottles in his hand towards those younger brothers, and then he began to throw other beer bottles.

Run around, and the movement is very big.

Song Yin, 838, also heard movement, which is quite dissatisfied.

"Who is TMD! Who will go and see?"

Yan Xun got up: "I'll go and see first, you play with the third brother, I will come back soon."

At the door, Yan Xun failed to come in.

Several younger brothers of the ancient spirit wind did not give Yan Xun's face at all. In their eyes, the world is big, and the surname is the biggest!

Yan Xun was angry: "Dog! Lao Tzu's face dare not give it, Lao Tzu dismantled you this breaking place!"

The ancient spiritual style was laughed again, and no one was so arrogant for a long time.

"Throw it out!"

But Yan Xun was not a stupid mind. He suddenly took a few steps back and said, "Then you have to let me shake a few people?"

The ancient spirit and clouds said lightly: "Okay! Buddy gives you this opportunity! The more people you shake, the more ugly you!"

Yan Xun sneered, and suddenly kicked the door of his 838 box in one foot: "Three brothers, I can't figure it out, you have to go out!"

As for Liu Pengju, who was beaten, Yan Xun felt unimportant, and he had to be angry. The kid was just with it.
Chapter completed!