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393 I'm Serving You

After seeing it through, there was no point in fighting again. Han Shaer suddenly exerted his strength and phantom disappeared, just like the great sage who pulled out his cold hair and transformed into a great sage. Two phantom lightnings attacked. Baheng was unexpected and overwhelmed, but he felt numb.

, the sword was shot, and before he could react, he was kicked on the butt, and the whole person flew into the air, and before he could fall, he was kicked again... He became a ball, and his opponent was playing Cuju, with scattered snow particles splashing on the ground.

There was a sharp pain on his face. "Stop kicking, I obey you!" The little bully made a begging cry for mercy for the first time. Han Shaer allowed him to stand still, the tip of the branch touched his throat, and said with a gloomy face: "Say!

How much benefit did pulling the spring bring to you?"

You guessed it! I found him last night and praised him again and again. Then I changed the topic and talked about how Han Shaer is a hero and invincible. He should not get into trouble in the future and go around the corner. Naturally, Baheng refused to accept it and said that I would go with him.

He competed to see who was the most virtuous young knight. Bahuang said that our fathers are all princes, and no one in Beijing would mess with you. People with stupid names are not stupid. They will only deal with it and will not really compete with you.

Baheng said that I wanted to force him, but I had to compete... Bahuang didn't believe that he could win, let alone that he dared to try and cause trouble... In the end, he made a bet, if he wins, Bahuang will

As a tribute from the Western Regions, the sweat-blooded BMW and the ten thousand-acre horse farm in the suburbs were lost to him; Han Shaer won and successfully entered the palace examination. He was obliged to serve as a guard for Ba Huang for three years... The sweat-blooded BMW was his favorite,

There are only two horses in total, one is in the palace, and the other is taken away by Zhuhuang from his father. He has been pestering him many times under the pretext of barter, but Zhuhuang has never agreed. What he is struggling with now is, Han Sha

My son did not enter the palace examination, but I failed. What should I say to Bahuang?

The red sun rose, the snow stopped, and the reflection of the snow light was a bit dazzling. He didn’t fart for a long time. Han Shaer became impatient. He exerted a little force on his wrist and said deceitfully: "Do you want to tell me? Believe it or not, I will hold your head and run away from the Turks."

Are you a general?" The Turks are hostile to the great Germans, and Baheng has no doubt that his opponent has the ability to pierce his throat. Alas, just say it, you will never be able to fight against the two princes...

Han Shaer threw the branch into the snow and lamented sadly. They were reunited in a dignified manner, but they became the target of a bet and a lottery between the siblings. What about ordinary people and pulp dealers? In their eyes, they are ants? They are dust...

...Abominable pulling of springs, well-deserved arrogance, cruelty, and cunning... Do you deserve this calamity in your destiny? E'er once warned, "A hundred flowers will pass through it, and be careful not to let the leaves hurt your body." Why didn't she say "precaution"?

Where's the thorn? Yes, the thorn is too obvious... The matter has reached this point and cannot be changed. Even if we kill this douchebag and pull out the spring, what will happen? It can only be worse, so bad, so bad.

It is better to think about turning disadvantages into advantages, and turning decay into magic... He stared at Ba Heng and said coldly: "Tell Ba Huang that you won."

Ba Heng spontaneously felt good about him and said hesitantly: "Isn't that good? I've never lied to others! Otherwise, if you win two out of three games, you will definitely not be able to beat me in riding and shooting!" Han Shaer is funny, this

My son, he is a real douchebag, and he is also very competitive. Without your father’s protection, I am afraid he would have died early, right? I won’t attack you or teach you how to use it. I am the king of the valley and the supreme king of Emei.

Don’t you want to live up to your reputation? He responded calmly: “The third prince wants to compete, so let’s compete!”

Ba Heng secretly rejoiced and brought back two green horses of the same coat color and same size from the outside. He said generously: "You pick first!" Han Shaer chose one of them and sat on it. The horse raised its head and beat him.

A sneeze - Bahen gave the signal, and the two riders stepped on the snow at the same time, racing along the circular track with eight hooves blowing in the wind.


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