It's a pity that the two people who are talking in the toilet don't know it yet, and they are still praising each other angrily, belittling the country. [5^6] [Book & Library].

"That freshman Jiang Dashan, he used to look at him a little manly, who knows, he can be so pretended, not to say him, just his b-like, as if he has two heads, look at him crazy!"

"Who's to say it isn't. Even if it's Wu Gui, Brother Wang, and a few other dormitory heads, which one is not famous in the school, and which one is as good as him, so faceless!"

"Look at him just now, he doesn't know what his surname is, Brother Wang toasted him, personally made him a beer, and even pretended to be a calf. Malegobi's, it's just that he's light. Really, Brother Wang, if that grandson is disrespectful to our brothers and looks down on us, that's it. But *** didn't even sell your face, Brother Wang, just that, brother, I can't help but want to him, it's really ......"

Jiang Shan clenched his fists tightly, smiled gloomily, and was about to rush into the toilet, when Zheng Yuyu, who was going upstairs in the back, looked up, but was stunned.

"You ......"

"Shut up!" Jiang Shantou stretched out his hand and pointed back without replying, his voice was extremely cold and stiff. No emotion!

Zheng Yuyu shook his neck timidly. Not only was he frightened by Jiang Shan's tone, because Jiang Shan, who was angry, exuded a cold and domineering aura all over his body, and moreover, the green tendons on the back of his left hand burst out, which was very terrifying.

Wang Zheming, who was leaning against the edge of the pool and smoking a cigarette, stiffened his expression and tilted his head sharply to look in the direction of the toilet door.

Although behind the country, Wang Zheming can be unscrupulous, and even arrogantly speak wildly, but when the voice of the country suddenly came, Wang Zheming was still instinctively stunned, which was an invisible fear in psychology.

Not only Wang Zheming heard it, but the monkey-mouthed man who was squatting in the toilet also trembled, his legs were weak, and he almost sat in the urinal. Damn, I said a few braggart words behind my back, and I was listened to......

This guy is so crazy, so cold, so arrogant, will he find himself bad luck and find an opportunity to beat himself up?

Just thinking about it, I didn't wait for this monkey-mouthed man to push the door (erotic novelhttp://WwW./class12/1.html and go out, I heard Wang Zheming explain in a loud voice outside: "Brother, don't, what are you doing, don't get angry......"

Jiang Shan stood coldly in front of the door of the toilet, Wang Zheming hurriedly threw half a cigarette in his hand, and hurriedly said to Jiang Shan.

Jiang Shan, who had a cold face, swept Wang Zheming aside.

"You ......" Wang Zheming was about to speak, Jiang Shan squinted, and the index finger of his right hand poked directly at the tip of Wang Zheming's nose.

"Shut up!" Jiang Shan's eyes widened, and he scolded coldly.

Wang Zheming gritted his teeth and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, it seemed that he couldn't be good. But...... This guy beat up the little brother in his dormitory in front of him, this ...... I can't get my face up.

"Brothers, it's all ......"

As soon as Wang Zheming spoke, before he could finish a sentence, Jiang Shan slapped him violently and slapped Wang Zheming in the face.

"Shut up!" Jiang Shanyin slammed his fist on Wang Zheming's neck...... Wang Zheming, who was slapped by Jiang Shan and pulled into the corner, tilted his head, his throat was pressed by Jiang Shan with his fist, and it was a little difficult to breathe.

"Don't ......"

"Slap ......" was another deafening slap, and Wang Zheming only felt his ears buzzing.

Wang Zheming, who was slapped in the face, was stunned for two seconds, and after coming back to his senses, he roared violently, like an angry tiger, standing up straight and about to rush forward desperately.

Jiang Shan, who had a grim face, raised his hand and picked up the mop on the side, and slammed it beside him, like a death sickle, whistling and smashing it on Wang Zheming's left forehead.

With a plop, Wang Zheming didn't have time to attack, he was smashed by Jiangshan's mop and collapsed in the corner, and the blood on his forehead spurted out.

didn't even look at Wang Zheming, Jiang Shan's body stepped forward, and he slammed open the wooden door of the toilet.

The monkey-mouthed boy with a worried face was pinching the handpaper, looking at the country in a panic, and stammering for a long time: "That ......"

Jiang Shan's eyes narrowed, and he immediately picked up the mop, like a big axe, and slammed it back violently, and smashed it down on the head of the monkey-mouthed boy.

"Ah......" Just halfway through speaking, his forehead seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, and the monkey-mouthed man screamed miserably, and immediately covered his forehead, wailing in pain.

Throwing up the mop, Jiang Shan poked it on the mouth of the monkey-mouthed boy, whined for a long time, and before the words begging for mercy came out, Jiang Shan picked up the mop, picked it up again, and smashed it down again.

With a click, the thin mop was folded in two, and he was covering his head and wailing, a bloody monkey-mouthed boy was rejoicing, and he was still ready to free one hand to wipe his buttocks, but he saw Jiang Shan turn around violently......

strode to the corner of the wall, bowed, and lifted an iron oil drum placed in the corner of the toilet...... The big oil drum used to mop the toilet and hold dirty water was lifted above his head by Jiang Shan, ran two steps, and smashed it into the monkey-mouthed man who was squatting in the toilet to wipe his farts and stocks.

Boom...... Not only the loud sound of the heavy object after the impact, but also the roar of the drum-like iron bucket. As soon as he raised his head, the monkey-mouthed boy felt that the flesh and bones on his face seemed to be concave violently, his hot face was hot, and blood rushed out along his nose.

The monkey-mouthed boy with bruises and blood on his face stared dizzily for a long time, and it was pitch black in front of him, and he couldn't see anything. Before the pain subsided, his face was slapped by the iron bucket again, and immediately the monkey-mouthed boy's legs were weak, and a fart sat in the urinal.

was about to lift the iron bucket for the third time and smash it, but Wang Zheming, who was sitting in the corner of the wall, suddenly jumped up from the corner, jumped up in the air, and kicked Jiang Shan's back with all his strength.

At the foot of the country, who was not half guarded, he slowly turned around with an iron bucket and looked at Wang Zheming fiercely.

"...... Zheng (5) "Wang Zheming is not afraid of death, he wiped his nose with his sleeve and punched Jiangshan's throat.

Bent back violently, the iron bucket in Jiang Shan's hand still roared and smashed down against the monkey-mouthed boy sitting in the urinal.

With a bang, the face of the monkey-mouthed boy was almost blood-stained, and his forehead, cheekbones, chin, and nose were all covered with blood......

A punch was hollowed out, and without waiting for Jiang Shan to straighten up, Wang Zheming snorted, flashed to Jiang Shan's side, put both hands together, and drank Jiangshan's arms and body in front of him.

"Ah......" Wang Zheming used all his strength to feed, hugged Jiang Shan Jiang Shan's side, and lifted Jiang Shan twice, trying to put Jiang Shan down with a hug and fall in sumo.

didn't plan to wrestle with Wang Zheming, Jiang Shan's eyes narrowed and he gritted his teeth.

After twisting his neck and flashing his head to the side, he hit Wang Zheming's nose with a fierce force.

Shrugging his shoulders, Wang Zheming actually moved sideways under his feet and flashed to the side. At the moment of pride, he moved half a step sideways at the foot of the country, and the tiger claw in his right hand slammed into Wang Zheming's life.

"Ah......" Wang Zheming screamed miserably, and immediately his body followed the downward force of the rivers and mountains, and he also bent his knees with the strength, with a painful look on his face. However, the hands holding Jiangshan's body became more and more forceful.

Jiang Shan, who was pinching Wang Zheming's life, vigorously lifted it up, and then slammed his body forward and fell over the shoulder......

With the strength of Jiang Shan's upward movement, Wang Zheming jumped violently, but was slammed on the tile floor of the toilet by Jiang Shan with a slap over his shoulder.

Jiang Shan, who broke free, took advantage of the momentum of bending forward, and at about the same time as Wang Zheming, he bent his knees in a front flip and smashed Wang Zheming's chest and stomach fiercely......