The Correct Posture For Salted Fish To Turn Over

A 　 　 an international event where all local athletes participate. As a local prince and spiritual leader, shouldn’t you wave the flag for your country?

Perhaps Hamandan himself knew that it was a bit inappropriate to do so, so he had to find Jiang Yue himself at the first moment of appearing on the scene of the game.

A country’s flag is inserted on one side of his own dedicated beach buggy. If others see him, do they make excuses?

Therefore, after the two men were the victorious conference division, Jiang Yue unceremoniously sat on Hamandan’s huge beach buggy, pinning the small national flag in the opponent’s hand to the edge of the rearview mirror on one side. Place.

"What's going on now, my highness?"

"What else, let's go after it."

Also, although it took a lot of time, but for the locals, this can be regarded as the starting point of a sports competition that is a carnival event. There are also a group of local residents wearing traditional make-up to celebrate the festival. It's running around singing and dancing.

They are very stubborn and unwilling to take off the robes that are not conducive to running, but with the colorful feathers on their heads and the very exaggerated local gold accessories, they suddenly appear tall.

If they look like this, in London, Paris, swaying around like this, when they come back, they will be as pitiful as bald chickens.

But where is this place?

Dubai, if you don’t want dozens of catties of gold on your neck, no one really pays special attention to you.

So Hamandan got the off-road vehicle in such an environment, and chased to the front in a very low-key manner.

For a while, it was yellow sand...

On the sandy beach that was not bright enough to get up at 6:30 in the morning, there was the roar of four-wheel drive ATVs.

There was even the special accompanying audience, who led out his own camel team, and followed them on this picturesque beach.

It is so spectacular, but it is able to feel the super high speed of the players on the straight.

"I'm going, Gu Zheng is crazy, right? Can he keep this speed last?"

Hamandan, who is blind in extreme sports, is not clear about the tactical arrangement of this game at all. Even Jiang Yue is deeply worried about this running method.

"I don't know, it's the first time I accompanied him. I used to be Director Tie from the Capital Sports Commission with the team."

"But Dubai, unlike London and Berlin, is not on the list of the country's international invitational tournament, so they didn't send Gu Zheng over specifically."

"This competition is purely because Gu Zheng was invited by your organizing committee as a free man."

"As one of the fastest men in long-distance running in Asia, his arrival is also the result of the organizers?"

Harmandan agrees very much that what the local tyrants like most is to gather world-class players together, and then let the media broadcasts from all over the world gather in Dubai.

The eye-catching colleagues also promoted the development of the tourism industry, stimulating consumption in a disguised form.

Oil prices are not a panacea. If there is an ups and downs, the wealth of the entire Middle Eastern tyrants will shrink by tens of billions.

But when Jiang Yue and the group were the first to sing bad news for Gu Zheng, an abrupt figure appeared in front of them.

In the team of camel riding followers in front, a lonely but very eye-catching figure appeared in their sight.

This camel rider is really dressed up too exaggeratedly, making it difficult for people not to notice his existence.

The one-piece red and yellow national flag suit fully revealed his identity as a Chinese.

On the one hand, he followed the figure of Gu Zheng in the first phalanx at the forefront of his followers, running and shouting together, which also revealed his exact name and name.

"Idol! I'm coming! I'm Bei Jun, I'm waving the flag for you!"

"Ah, set a new record and step out of a new style. China Gu Zheng will win!"

"Hahaha," such a funny reaction amused Hamandan in the car. He turned his head in the direction of Jiang Yue and asked: "Hey, your compatriots, it's so funny. It turns out that the Chinese are all Such an interesting crowd?"

"Isn't it said that people in your country are all respectful, modest and a little hypocritical?"

"Who is this living treasure?"

Who else could it be, Bei Da Fudge, Bei Jun.

This reporter who left behind his resignation report with his passion and a full set of interview facilities...The self-styled Gu Zheng's interview reporter who rushed over overnight, appeared on the scene of the competition in his most exaggerated way.

At this time, he was on the camel, doing very difficult movements from time to time, one would carry the camera hanging on the left to shoot a few real-time wonderful videos, and the other would give him a camera hanging on his right. I picked it up and took a few sets of snapped pictures.

The final theme is that these news are all money, and they are all sources of income for him in the future.

Fight for the dream.

Even if Jiang Yue, who saw him here, didn’t want to admit it anymore, he still said, “I know him, and he is also my friend.”

He really didn't want to say the remaining words, but Hamandan on the side was very interested, and said to Jiang Yue with a little excitement: "Then what are you waiting for, let's chase after it."

People always say that if there is a big funny existence in a circle, this kind of influential creature will use his funny characteristics to drip through the stone to affect this group of people, and eventually it will This circle has become a funny circle, and it will radiate for a long time.

Now that Bei Jun and Hamandan don’t really know each other, they seem to be attracted to each other.

When Hamandan's off-road vehicle caught up with Bei Jun's camel, Bei Jun, who was almost too busy, yelled excitedly when he saw the familiar face in the vehicle.

"Hey! Yuezi, Yuezi, I'm here, I'm a big fool!"

"Come and help," he bent over and unceremoniously handed his camera to Jiang Yue in the passenger seat.

"Quickly, take pictures of our Gu Zheng's heroic posture."

"Look at it!"

After being so bluffed by this big flicker, everyone's eyes unconsciously looked at the view of the sea avenue in Dubai.

I saw the black and crushed figures of the first phalanx, now running desperately like chasing their inevitable prey in Africa.

The prey in front of him who was chased by the group was Gu Zheng.

The red and yellow sportswear is so coquettish, basically short, flat boxer shorts comparable to briefs... and fluttering in the wind.

It showed Gu Zheng's long and white legs in comparison with others.

In contrast to the skinny person behind him, he looked so masculine and fit.

Originally, this figure is not the most suitable extreme figure for long-distance running.

But it is this magical body that bursts out of non-human energy, so that a group of African players who are more suitable for the sport than him can only catch up with him desperately behind Gu Zheng.

You ask him why he can run so fast, why is he so fast?

No one can explain this matter clearly.

This magical Chinese rushed confidently like this, like a smart antelope being chased by people with blowing arrows and spears, confidently and lightly doing a permanent lead.

This run ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is the entire stage.

On this flat, clean and tidy road, the spectators enthrall the poor with the luxurious and stalwart buildings, watching the luxurious sports cars driven by the poor in Dubai, carrying all kinds of beautiful women from all over the world, right here as a marathon runner. Pass by.

Ah, Dubai, I really like you.

In this way, Gu Zheng, who had a bit of gnashing his teeth, stuck in his mind the villain of the owner of eighteen super luxury cars, and successfully arrived at the end of the Dubai Marathon.

Haha, it's finally done.

This is Gu Zheng's most tormented event.

There were no less than three modified models of burned packages that passed by him. He resisted the urge to rush out of the track and throw the opponent's car into the stinking ditch.

My great King of China Khan, who has been doing a long journey here for 200,000 yuan of bonuses, you people who were once defeated, dare to stick a car full of diamonds and brush a whole circle of gold leaf from me. Passing by?