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Goofy has slender eyebrows, snow-white skin and even a slender figure like a willow leaf in the wind. He speaks gently on weekdays and never swears at the boors of Lao Du. If it weren't for his superb marksmanship, Malone would despise such a weak and carefree person.
As a scholar, Gao Fei naturally smells sour. Scholars don't show any difference. Malone knew that his years of study were in vain. So at first, Lao Du opposed Goofy's joining in. "Boss, we know that you were poor when you were a child and couldn't afford to read books, so we can teach you the whole thing. If Laoqiu is killed, this boy will be barbecued pork in front of you and me. " Hearing this, Malone struck the table: "Bullshit, I want him to teach, but you people are uneducated." I'll find you a military adviser to advise you. People don't deserve to be with you? "
Since then, Gao Fei has been directly called "military adviser" in Malaysia. Whether bandits like it or not, they are not willing to be polite.
Malone sat on the mound raised by Damashan Mountain, with his legs crossed and his shoulders tilted, watching Gao Fei from a distance. In early autumn, the sun shines on the earth in a dry way and falls on the high-flying Phnom Penh glasses, reflecting a golden halo. With his head constantly swinging and the beam constantly changing, Goofy in the sun is demonstrating a little multi-directional movement. ...
Don't forget to adopt it.