The solar system is broken

After Huo Shan finished his show, he took a group of young people and rode into the mountains to hunt.

Moss, who was too old, sent everyone away with a smile, sat down on the deck chair, and enjoyed sunbathing.

He gently took a sip of ice-cold Coke and murmured, "This Huoshan is not simple~!"

But immediately, his brows widened.

"Besides, let's enjoy the autumn sun~"

Like Moss, there were some ladies who were not going hunting and were chatting in the tent area.

However, as Huo Shan took away people, there was no one in this area, so they invaded the shooting range.

They were in twos and threes, dressed in fancy clothes.

Moss crossed his legs and rested his hands on his hands, squinting and looking at these pretty girls.

The three followers behind him all stared out of their eyes.

Moss didn't look back, "Brat, go ahead~"

"Sir~" The bodyguard was a little embarrassed.

"A wonderful afternoon cannot be wasted on an old man."

"Not very safe..."

"The shooting was self-directed and staged, and it was very safe~"

Moss whistled at a girl in a midriff-baring dress.

The blonde girl blew a kiss to Moss and walked slowly over.

"Okay sir`"

This old thing wants his own affair.

Several bodyguards looked at each other and all left.

"Brat~good_time~"

"I will sir."

The blonde's chest trembled, and she slowly sat on the old man's lap with a smile.

"Are you busy, sir?"

"Not busy!" Moss lowered his chin and smiled gently at the beauty leaning on him.

"The weather is very dry, like a drying agent~" The blonde's butt rubbed against Moss intentionally or unintentionally.

"No no~" Moss took out the hand that was resting on his pillow and waved it in front of the blonde.

"Huh?" He raised his eyebrows.

"I am your exclusive drying agent!" Moss gently put his hand on the girl's neck and gently stroked her hair.

The girl blinked her left eye and said, "How are you?"

"When you are wet, I will dry you~" The word "dry" was emphasized heavily.

"So ma'am, do you need to dry off?"

The blonde kissed Moss gently, "Guess!"

"I..."

An exclamation came from the tent area behind.

"Don't hit my pot," the chef shouted angrily, knocking on the pot lid.

"Crunch!"

A Feiyang FTL came out from one side, with a small iron pot swinging on its front.

Huge skid marks plowed a deep mud mark on the lawn.

Click~

The car door opened and a young man rolled out of the back seat.

He held the car door with his hand and vomited there.

A girl got out of the passenger seat and closed the door with a clang.

His eyes were full of murderous intent.

But the stern expression could not last more than three seconds. His throat constricted and he leaned against the car door and vomited.

"Ugh~"

Moss was horrified to see what happened to the people in this car.

Bang, there was another car door sound.

A young man got out of the driver's seat.

This man was unusual, with good looks and fair complexion.

Wearing a pitch-black windbreaker, he had a calm expression. He glanced sideways at the two people who were vomiting and sneered, "Weak chickens."

It looked like he was driving the car.

"Xiao Li, let's go~"

"Master...he's here~"

An extremely weak voice came from behind the car.

Then, holding the car, a lolita dressed as a maid slowly came out from behind.

Good guy, one person is happy, three people are vomiting.

"Why are you so weak?" The young man looked disgusted.

The little maid pressed her abdomen and slowly gave a thumbs up, "Master, you are so awesome."

While the three of them were adjusting, the chef rushed out with a spoon.

He grabbed the young man by the collar and yelled, "I'm responsible for the blame!" The voice was loud.

"Isn't it just a pot?" the young man yelled, pulling his neck.

"Compensate," the chef said, seeing the strong momentum on the other side, he was also stunned.

"How much!"

"20 coins!" The chef's momentum was completely suppressed.

"No money!"

...

This late comer is a bit arrogant!

Moss looked at this latecomer with a smile, feeling very interesting.

That person is none other than the writer.

The chef laughed angrily, you have no money and you are still so confident.

After vomiting, the pretty girl held her stomach, took a piece of money, and stuffed it into the chef's hand.

He waved his hand to let the person go.

The chef looked at the 50-dollar bill in his hand and was stunned, and immediately asked for change.

Han Ling'er said impatiently, "Get out~"

The chef frowned, picked up the spoon, and ran away.

Han Linger placed a heavy hand on the writer's shoulders, and the writer covered his nose and leaned back.

"Didn't I tell you to stop drifting?" he yelled.

"In a hurry!"

Han Ling'er raised her hand and was about to slap the 82-year-old writer in the face.

But at this time, the writer's sensitivity was at full capacity, and he was still unable to deal with Han Ling'er, who was still in low health.

A small move and dodged.

Han Ling'er held her waist and launched two basic attacks, all of which fell into the air.

The writer was so nimble that Han Ling'er couldn't catch even a hair.

Interesting, interesting.

Moss smiled and nodded.

The girl on top of her was already impatient, and she mopped her hair to the top of her head in annoyance.

"Do you know them?"

"I don't know you!" The blonde was a little angry and spoke with anger.

"What's wrong, sweetheart~" Moss gently held the woman's hand and shook it.

"You're distracted, I'm going to punish you."

The blonde was angry, but it was obvious that she was pretending.

"Oh, sweetheart...it's sensitive."

"Oh~"

"God, it's definitely battle-hardened~"

It's getting hot here.

The same goes for writers.

20 minutes later...

Four people were lying on the lounge chairs, three were weak and one was enjoying themselves.

What Han Ling'er didn't expect was that the sika deer didn't get eaten, and the entire group was wiped out.

Looking sideways at the writer who was smoking an iced Coke made him angry. He clearly did it on purpose.

Along the way, the writer's speed is full and he swings left and right.

The three people sat in the car shivering, their voices almost hoarse.

The writer has never let go of the accelerator.

But what is very strange is that the writer didn't do anything at all. He was conscious and quick when he landed.

"Ah~" the writer let out a cheerful cry and moved the parasol above his head forward.

"Everyone, please stop hunting. You are too weak."

The writer glanced at Han Ling'er on the left, and Han Ling'er felt itchy with hatred.

Xiao Li on the right is biting her lip and her face is pale.

I'm sorry for you, Xiaoli. This was an accident and it was a ripple.

However, as we all know, for motion sickness like this, you just need to rest for an hour or two at most, and it is not too serious at all.

"When I get better, you're dead."

"Then wait until you feel better."

The writer didn't care. He put on his sunglasses and stretched. He was tired from driving and felt sleepy.

Curl it over and put your hands on the back of your head.

Fell asleep.

Han Linger stretched out her hand, but then lowered it weakly. She really couldn't swallow this breath.

"Damn it!"

With a plop, the wicker chair turned sideways, and Han Linger half-bent her arms, lying on the ground with a pale face.

"Don't blow up the bunker, just lie down for a while," Yi Yang looked up at the skeleton of the parasol, thinking in his mind how to take revenge.

Hateful!