At this time, however, Xiao Yang laughed twice.

"I said Mr. Mike, so you killed me, and I should thank you?"

"Sure." Curly hair proudly.

"I don't care about your mother." Xiao Yang suddenly said.

"Hmm? What? " Curly hair is not familiar with China's national scolding, but did not hear it for a while.

Xiao Yang turned his head and looked at his face, with a joking smile at the corner of his mouth: "I said, my mother, you scrap."

This time, curly hair heard clearly, Xiao Yang was scolding him.

"Curse, curse, curse, curse, I'll take you on the road now."

At the moment of speaking, he resolutely...