No. 8 had just drunk and was a little emotional. At this time, he pinched his waist and his face was full of angry expressions.

Tian Pang looked up and down at him, and found that this product was a pure drunken old man, with only five slags in combat effectiveness. Think about it, the fat man can not help but straighten up his waist and look at each other provocatively: "I said uncle, I am afraid that I will hurt you, the impact is a little bad, the fight is over."

As soon as I said that, I knew that Fatty Tian was going to have bad luck. Whom...