"Fuck him!"
"Kill them!"
The Lingbu base is fine, as it has maintained close communication with the outside world. Moreover, over the years, under the subtle influence of national policies, although there are not many people who admire Japanese culture, at least they do not hate Japan so blindly.
But for the sectarian community.
When they heard the word "Japan", everyone's eyes turned red.
Ninety years ago, how many powerful people from various sects went down the mountain and never returned?
There are even many sects that only left one young disciple, and the rest went down the mountain, but none of them came back.
"Kill them!" Master Chen's face was full of ferocity.
"Kill them!" Yin Shaozhen and Lin Wuhui both had ferocious expressions on their faces.
The disciples of other sects were all excited and filled with murderous intent.
Zhou Buzhou shook his head: "Killing them now will make things difficult! Wait until tomorrow's competition, and then we will collectively challenge the Japanese and wipe them out!"
Li Changfeng also nodded: "Old Zhou is right! Killing the disciple now will cause trouble."
Li Changfeng turned around and glanced at everyone, saying, "Remember, only by keeping our original aspirations in mind can we achieve our goals. What is our original aspiration?"
Yang Zimei raised her hand: "Grab the steak!"
"right!"
Li Changfeng nodded with a gloomy face: "Let's spare their lives for now, and kill them tomorrow! Let's grab the steaks tonight!"
Master Chen was full of confusion: "I...I...OK, I'll kill him tomorrow!"
I, Master Chen, obeyed, and the others gradually calmed down.
Li Changfeng turned to look at Zhou Buzhou: "Me?"
"I'll go!"
After Zhou Buzhou finished speaking, he walked over directly.
This time, Zhou Buzhou was no longer smiling.
As soon as he stepped into the door, Zhou Buzhou roared with a sullen face: "Huaguo, I am here from the Lingbu base. Xiao Zong from Japan, why don't you kneel down and pay your respects!"
There are very few places for Japan.
There are only thirteen people here.
The expressions of these thirteen Japanese people were cold, and one of them, dressed as a samurai, even slowly drew out his samurai sword.
Zhou Buzhou sneered.
He didn't care either.
Then he saw the location of the main switch.
He gestured with his left hand behind his back.
His right hand fiercely drew out the sword, and with one strike of the sword, the table shattered into pieces.
"Baka!"
Several people dressed as Japanese samurai drew their swords in an instant.
A few guys dressed as ninjas also disappeared.
Zhou Buzhou was slightly surprised. Are there really ninjas?
Is it the instant body movement technique?
That is when
Li Changfeng rushed in, drew a circle on the ground, and then stepped down hard.
Bang bang bang!
Those disappeared ninja-like guys fell to the ground from all directions.
Li Changfeng sneered: "Playing with Qimen Dunjia in front of our ancestors? You little Japanese brats, you are still a little naive!"
Then, Li Changfeng rushed out.
It’s dark!
Please close your eyes!
Werewolf, please open your eyes!
Fifty-four pairs of green eyes lit up, and fifty-four bandit-like guys rushed into the darkness and stole all the steaks.
Four people were responsible for carrying the food, and the other fifty people were assigned an average of three people to each person.
Beat up all the Japanese people he could get his hands on.
Then, Yang Zimei unbuttoned her pants.
The other boys all unbuttoned their pants at the same time.
"Baka!!!"
The shrill howls resounded between heaven and earth.
Zhou Buzhou and fifty-four others fled quickly holding the steaks.
Fifteen minutes later.
Except for the row of houses on the Chinese side, everywhere else was in complete chaos and darkness.
Even when we passed England's first accommodation, we could hear sounds of fighting coming from the dark room.
There was also the incessant curse of Shet's contempt for Fuck Oil.
Fifty-four people felt slightly ashamed.
They all returned to their residence quietly.
Yang Zimei, Chen Shiwo, Yin Shaozhen, and Ming Yayin, each of them was holding a bucket of steak.
"Come on, brothers, let's eat meat and drink wine!"
Yang Zimei roared.
A group of people rushed over, filled their bowls with red wine, and ate the steaks.
The forty or so people from the nearby Demon Base and Alien Base looked stunned.
The four people who moved from the Spirit Base to the Demon Base were slightly dejected.
For some reason, this scene reminded them of the night when fifty people from the Spiritual Base fought their way out of the prison cells at the Other Base.
This is life!
It's not just about drinking and eating meat.
What’s more, brothers go crazy together!
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