With that voice came out.
The windows roll down automatically.
Black people can't walk if they want to.
After all, the only way is blocked by the other party I could only turn my head and look at the Lamborghini.
Deep black windows rolled down.
A young man with black broken hair and a few strands of silver gray stretched out his arms, with a black ring on his slender fingers, and the corners of his mouth were half curved, very handsome and evil.
The most striking thing was the tear mole in the corner of her eye.
Everyone else's is black.
Hers, on the other hand, was black and red.
There is more of a Buddha for no reason.
This is Bo Jiu's real 18 years old.
It's obviously a girl, but it's a mess that doesn't distinguish between male and female.
It doesn't seem to have much to do with hairstyles.
It's the person's overall temperament.
In fact, the power of blacks is very famous in this area.
Many of the ways of circulation are completed by them.
This old town is home to all the people you can imagine.
Thieves, liars, fraudsters.
Each one is hard to wrap around.
After all, these things are also about craftsmanship.
Blacks love to huddle and have excellent voices, which has something to do with blood.
Don't think it's all good, don't think it's all bad.
This has to do with historical issues.
Musical talent and fighting talent, go hand in hand.
The first three who live here, thieves, liars, fraudsters, and generally see blacks and take detours.
But the man in front of him who made the black man detour.
"The weather was really nice."
Bo Jiu casually raised his head and looked at the night sky that was already dark.
If you see this scene, you will definitely think it is a classic.
Fifth Avenue, night is just falling.
A young man with a light and thin lips.
It was as if you could see the wind moving.
This is Z's eighteen years old.
I do my own thing, unscrupulous, and mysterious to the extreme.
Probably because no one cares about her anymore or gets used to her.
Therefore, even those eyes did not have the light of childhood.
On the contrary, the darkness is a little heavy.
It's obviously smiling, but it's easy to think of the demons in the comics.
The blacks couldn't go, and they were all blocked in the corners by her, although it meant friendly, but you can tell me, it's dark, how do you see that the weather is good However, this is all routine.
Negroes know that when dealing with someone, they have to keep their faces intact.
Sure enough.
Bo Jiu felt bored, turned the steering wheel, swung his tail very beautifully, and drove into the bustling street.
The blacks breathed a sigh of relief, it was really this guy who couldn't pretend to be a big guy since he moved over "The route has been revised, master, today, where are we going" The system fluctuates layer after layer of wave marks.
It's a smart little black, but at this time, because it was influenced by the owner, The voice is still deep and evil, and it doesn't sound decent.
Bo Jiu curled his hair with one hand: "It's still early, the nightlife has just begun, just take a turn." ” “ok。”
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The smart little black automatically turned on the music, the speed of the car increased and the gear increased, and soon the car that was originally in front of it was left behind.
Bo Jiu tilted his eyes and smiled shallowly: "Call up the information of today's prey." ” "Yes, my handsome master."
Smack.
The 3D screen transforms from a road map to a picture.
Blackie's voice was slow, as if it was in tune with the music: "Smith, 57 years old" aa2705221: