With this thought, Whitewater defiantly walked out of the campus and walked to the oblique river on the way to Chelu-he knew that the help of Secondary Two would eventually solve the problem there, so they guided him to come.

Otherwise, at least 30 or 40 people are typical delinquent teenagers, and four of them are particularly prominent. Whitewater conveniently put the bag aside while walking … Everyone simply started to dry Whitewater and punched the first one …
Ten minutes later, Whitewater picked up his bag, dusted off his clothes and walked towards the car. Behind him, the river lay littered with waste "strange … monster!" " "The wife is terrible! Is he still human? " This sound comes from the mouth of these losers.
Whitewater was very kind, and didn’t break a bone or knock out a tooth. The damage to everyone was limited, but it was enough to make them feel miserable. Whitewater himself certainly didn’t get a blow. The hurricane thundered and completed this activity.
In ten minutes, most of them were white waves. When they put them into SB letters, the waves knocked them down for about a minute-one blow was enough for everyone, even for cadres. I looked back at myself and walked leisurely.
He can confirm that he is about to shine in the juvenile delinquent circle. Most of the nicknames in front of him are going to follow him-I don’t know what kind of tricks the Japanese will get, such as "the tiger of the empire is absolutely fierce" and "the dragon of the empire is destroyed", which is also very stupid.
Sakaguchi Tian Qiu is still waiting for him. Shirakawa thinks that this woman is mostly resigned, but Shirakawa thinks that she is controllable. There is no need to make it like this. Although Tokyo is hot, he has his own Siberian cold wind. Did Bai Shaobao ever succumb to desire like this?
"But if you take this woman to the hotel, I don’t think she will refuse …" Whitewater swallowed water to stop thinking about this problem.
In the apartment building, Shirakawa saw the big peach again … Fujita Peach came out to throw garbage again. She bent down and looked at it from the direction of Shirakawa. It was really a big peach. "Mr. Fujita hasn’t worked yet." Shirakawa freely said that he didn’t know what. At this time, he suddenly became fluent in Japanese. "Ah yes." Mrs. Peach nodded and answered Shirakawa.
"The more you look at it, the more you see it … Is she really not the peer of Shinoda?" Whitewater thought to himself, it seems that Miss Peach can always make him almost break the work …
It really drives Whitewater crazy. Now it’s after dinner, Whitewater’s backyard has played a set of punches, and after bathing, he’s ready to surf the net. When he’s in hell, he hears a wall partition-this apartment is really not soundproof. Whitewater says this wall partition suppresses the sound.
Whitewater suddenly seemed to be hit. As soon as he jumped up, he put his ear to the wall and listened to it. His mouth was still wide open and he almost blew. This is a very rich thunder official.
"I know! It must be the vine Tian Gang that made Miss Tao stay alone! " It’s normal to think about being an overtime programmer … To say that Bai Lang is not a younger brother, and he has experienced that women are much more beautiful than Miss Tao, but I don’t know what "this Tokyo is really too hot!"
Chapter three hundred and sixty-one I am the king of Tokyo
Anyway, this is reality, not a comic book. Whitewater can’t go over and knock on the door and say, "Madam, I like you!" " Then he can get what he wants, and he can eavesdrop through the wall-but it’s not very interesting. The picture is supplemented by the brain. Of course, the white waves can be restored by the wind, but it’s still boring
After listening for a while, Whitewater stopped eavesdropping. He already knew a lot about the situation. First of all, Fujita Tian Gang, a friend, probably couldn’t be a juren. He must be a close friend. This time, Mrs. Tao is really as surprised as Bai Lang when she sees it. There is no doubt that she is a lady with enough horse fork …
Does Whitewater think it’s not good? Think about it from left to right. It seems that since ancient times, people in our country have been fooling around and stealing people’s lives, which means everyone laughs in the category of Lin Guangji. It’s nothing to think about it. It’s also a joke in ancient China. Whitewater thinks it’s a good thing to laugh for ten years and make everyone laugh.
However, whitewater can sleep alone tonight-he left a mind’s eye to see what will happen when rattan Tian Gang comes back. At midnight, whitewater hears the footsteps and picks up the door next door. He can hear the sound next door when he lies in bed-in the past, it must be impossible and not real.
Sure enough, it was peach, but Tian Gang obviously avoided it. Finally, it was also a peach sigh and a mysterious smile in the promise of Tian Gang. He confirmed that his good friend, Tian Gang rattan, was really dying. The slight temperature difference allowed him to describe the situation in the room opposite the wall, especially the position and posture of two people. Whitewater made a hole in the wall without fingers after all, and he still had integrity.
When I went out early, Whitewater met Mr. Fujita as usual, and Whitewater smiled sympathetically and greeted him. While chatting casually, Whitewater felt that his friendship with Fujita Tian Gang had advanced by leaps and bounds, and it was soon that you had a good financial friendship.
As usual, he saw this car specially. Sakata’s classmate, this little girl with glasses, did not notice that it was actually a fairly beautiful girl. Whitewater rubbed Sakata’s hair and got into the car.
There’s not a bad teenager along the way. Maybe it was yesterday that they didn’t react? However, when he entered the campus, Bai Lang felt everyone’s "respect". The students in front of him disappeared automatically, leaving a broad road for Bai Lang behind him.
This kind of treatment made Whitewater want to walk away from Connor, but he controlled himself. He grabbed a boxing club member who disappeared in front of him at the speed of light. "Hey! What is this? " Japanese suddenly became fluent again …
"No … don’t move the king!" This is the second grade, but it seems to be the opposite in Bai Lang’s hand. What comes out of his mouth is the word "wha?" Whitewater even said the foreign language "what the hell is a motionless statue of the king?" Baga! " It seems that the other party is also frightened, but the feathering body is smaller than the flyweight. "This adult didn’t you beat Lily of the Valley yesterday … they came out with this."
Whitewater loosened this elder and helped him to smooth the wrinkled collar by the way. "Oh, I know they are Secondary Two. I didn’t expect to be so Secondary Two … don’t move the king?" Then I ask, have I become the strongest in Tokyo? " Of course, this is to make the other person smile, because he doesn’t know.
Just think about it, and you will know that after going out, those bad students in Tokyo will come one by one to provoke and must take away this title-Whitewater has a sense of sight and always feels like Wulin is similar … "Feudal dross is really feudal dross!" Whitewater thought, it’s just like a martial arts expert to have a bad second grade.
There are few alien fighting skills in this world. I have seen these fighting skills when I watched the online news. I haven’t seen the waves and fires yet, but it seems that there may be such fighters. This thought of Lily of the Valley gangsters is really gangsters. This group of bad guys is too bad
Whitewater learning is still good. The teacher can’t make trouble with him-looking for the crane academy has been decided for four days, and the teacher doesn’t want to be beaten by a sack. Although Whitewater is absolutely impossible to do this immoral thing, there are a few juvenile delinquents in the private colleges of the crane academy-but they are very good in school, smoking and fighting are also out of school. Now that the crane is out of the motionless king, the strong one doesn’t prevent these guys from taking the opportunity to make trouble.
When whitewater was practicing, the manic wind flowed around, but his anger was still controlled very stably. "This hot and dry meaning seems to be really brought by this world, and it is by no means a problem for me to practice." Whitewater thought that the limited power of this world’s light cannon strike technology seems to be unable to cause the same effect as nuclear weapons. Whitewater thought that his white tiger cannon was probably equivalent to a 155 mm Grenade, and it was not as strong as his punching fist.
Whitewater has tried flying skills, but the attack power is not as good as direct contact. Whitewater has the confidence to crush the whole apartment with one blow, but flying skills are not good, at most, it can punch through the wall or make a broken surface pit.
"Heterogeneous fighting skills here will not become everyone’s melee fighting if they are finished." Whitewater has come to the conclusion that it is not good for him-anyway, the world really limits him, but he can study what to do if he steps into the scene.
Because the discovery of white waves in this world can also be divergent and even "shaped", perhaps the so-called "ghosts and immortals" have a foundation-white waves dare not finish, but there is a great possibility
None of this is worthy of attention without Jill. Without relieving Jill, there would be no happy life. Whitewater recognizes that crossing here is not just practicing martial arts … Now Whitewater hasn’t moved Sakata yet, but it doesn’t mean that he can’t appreciate Fujita Peach. This woman almost always wears that tight-fitting long skirt or middle skirt when she comes home, which makes Whitewater feast her eyes every time.
At this time, whitewater has long needed to be covered, that is, to enjoy Mrs. Fujita’s big peach when she bends down or squats down to sort out the garbage dump. He also knows that Fujita Peach must have noticed it-people can sense that there is a line of sight behind her, but she still doesn’t know how to do it every day …
Chapter three hundred and sixty-two The Mediterranean burst