Under the dim street lamp, the corners and corners of the blue-green signboard of the Lanzhou ramen restaurant are stained with some smoky yellow stains, full of the loneliness of the era.

After eating, Fang Yan and the others pushed open the glass door and walked out.

"Yanzi, then let's go, you really don't think about going to the Internet café with us to play a few games?

Anyway, tomorrow is the National Day, and the study is not bad this night. ”

"No, I can't let up and give that guy a chance to roll over. ”

Caring about Lin Qingqing, the dialect didn't say it to him.

But Wu Fatzi still understands in seconds, they are all brothers who have been playing for so long, and their emotional personality is not hidden, who doesn't know whom.

This kid is a hyena.

When playing games, he holds a grudge very much, whoever offends him, as soon as he gets the opportunity, he will put that person to death, and he will not let go of his mouth.

As for who offended him during this time, it goes without saying that it is known.

"Okay, I'll see you after Brother Yan's National Day. ”

The fat man sighed and said with a somewhat complicated gaze.

Unlike usual, he was a little less optimistic about dialects this time, and Jian Xiangyang gave him a very strange feeling today, that is, he was not as easy to mess with as he had shown in the past.

As a brother, he is still a little worried about dialects, don't play badly and play himself in.

But now that Fang Yan was indulging in it, he knew that it was thankless for him to speak, so he opened his mouth, and finally changed the words that came to his mouth.

......

Fang Yan didn't know what his brother was thinking, and he couldn't extricate himself from indulging in revenge on Jian Xiangyang. After saying goodbye, he took the initiative to send Lin Qingqing to school.

Looking at the back of Lin Qingqing, who was in a much better mood after a meal, after he believed that Jian Xiangyang would come to her, he swept away the haze and was in a much better mood, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a mocking smile.

Jian Xiangyang's vision is not very good.

Thinking that Jian Xiangyang would become embarrassed and humble for Lin Qingqing, a woman, he couldn't help laughing out loud happily.

Even looking at the eternal dark and foggy sky of the city in the dark night is pleasing to the eye.

Fang Yan put his hands in his trouser pockets casually, whistling while walking towards his home in the cool night breeze.

Unlike Jian Xiangyang, the dialect is a day student, and he stopped studying at school a long time ago.

Because when the dialect system gave him some plug-ins, it was inconvenient to operate in school, and the dialect went through the day school procedures very early.

His house was also quite close to the school, and he was there in a straight line and walked through three streets, and at this time at seven or eight o'clock, the streets were full of traffic and pedestrians.

Fang Yan, as always, did not have the habit of taking the avenue to detour the long way, and walked into the alley with few people.

"The cigarettes are lit one by one, and the wine is dried one by one, please be considerate of me, I don't drink well, don't dig a hole for me......"

Dialect hummed a song, lit a flashlight, and walked down a dimly lit alley.

When passing by a dark alleyway, Fang Yan only felt that his eyes were suddenly dark, and his whole head and upper body were covered by something.

After a violent pull, there was a burst of muffling pain in his abdomen, and he gasped in pain.

"Who? Who are you! Let go of Lao Tzu!"

But before he could finish his words, he was pulled by an irresistible force that grabbed his thing.

The mouth was grinding down with a rough texture, and the nasal cavity and mouth were squeezed and twisted, and it was impossible to breathe.

The unfinished words had to be stopped, leaving only a dissonant voice.

In the dark of night, the surroundings of the alley are silent, and the cameras that have fallen into disrepair have long been scrapped.

The frightening silence of the alley was devoid of the light of the human fire, only the foggy and struggling starlight barely provided the light of night vision.

Jian Xiangyang's slender and white skin seemed to be a work of art carefully carved by God, so delicate that it felt as if only a pen and paper could match it, and he was holding the corner of the sack and pulling at this time.

Under the illumination of the moonlight, the hands looked even more white and shiny, and it seemed that he didn't use much strength, but Fang Yan, who had exhausted all his strength and struggled desperately, couldn't die.

Xiang Yang borrowed the faint starlight, and his pupils refracted the face of the distorted dialect that stood out on the sack.

The fingers gently and softly stroked the contours of the cheeks under the sack, the force was extremely gentle, and when the dialect was suffocated, the muscles instinctively constricted, and they throbbed slightly.

There was no waveless calm in the eyes, and the dark eyes seemed to be darker and deeper than the endless night, and there was an impenetrable look in them.

The expression on his face was cold and calm.

Without answering the words of the dialect, the other hand slowly clenched into a fist, and slammed a fist into the abdomen of the dialect with the sound of explosion, one punch with one punch, and the fist was to the flesh.

"I won't let you go...... Hmmmm...... Burst...... Hey, give the old thief a lampholder (you wait for Lao Tzu...... Ha... Hah..."

Fang Yan scolded angrily through the sack, and gasped loudly and laboriously, his face became more and more red, and his breathing became more and more difficult.

Seeing that the mouth above the sack was already wet with saliva, the bulging muscles in the cheeks below the surface of the sack twitched more and more.

Seeing that he was about to be on the verge of suffocation, Xiang Yang controlled the time at the last moment and let go of his hand.

"Ahem...... Ahem, ahem, bitch, Lao Tzu...... I'll kill you, don't let Lao Tzu know who you are, Lao Tzu will kill you!"

"I'll paralyze you, dog's ......"

The dialect of the fresh air was re-breathing, gasping for breath.

The bruised throat was itchy under the infusion of the cold wind, and the dialect coughed desperately for a while, and the young and vigorous man was carried away by the anger, and as soon as he recovered, he sprayed all kinds of swear words.

Desperately pulling the sack that had already been tied up in a dead knot on his head, his legs kicked in disorder as if he was going crazy.

Xiang Yang looked indifferent, turned his body slightly sideways, raised his leg and slashed horizontally, knocking the person to the ground.

He lifted his glasses, his expression did not change, he still did not make a sound, and picked up an arm-thick stick from the ground.

didn't care about the movement of Fang Yan struggling to get up from the ground, just one hand in his pocket and the other hand holding a stick quietly watching and waiting.

Waiting for Fang Yan to come to him while swaying and rubbing, he cursed and scolded......

Sunny and slow ...... Loosen up the stick.

"Bang ......"

The dark alley resounded with the dull sound of sticks striking on the human body one after another, mixed with the muffled snort of the youth and the unpleasant curses of the youth.

Xiang Yang controlled the strength and picked up the place where the fight was very painful, but not fatal.

PS: Chapter 2 at ten o'clock. Thanks for the 500 starting point coin reward of the pouring ink rain (mustard seed giant), and the same 500 starting point coin reward as before~ Thank you duck (*°∀°)=3