Punching hard, under the control of black impermanence, the uninfluential gangsters have significantly improved their strength and speed.

Han Mo gritted his teeth, was beaten straight back, his back hit the wall, and there was a muffled sound.

It hurts to listen to.

Han Mo just snorted lightly, his face expressionless, making people wonder if he didn't feel pain.

This was followed by another hard punch in the abdomen.

Han Mo closed his eyes and bent down uncontrollably, gasping heavily.

Overlapping shadows appeared in front of him, and the pain in his body made his back almost soaked with sweat.

Rao is like this, he seems to be happy, but also seems to be crazy, and there is a smile on his face when he lowers his head, which is extremely weird.

No one knew that such a little pain was not as much as one ten-thousandth of a heartache.

Now, Hua Xiaomu can stay.

"Ah, Han Mo!" A familiar scream was heard on the edge of the coma, and Han Mo struggled to open his eyes from the chaos and regather his scattered eyes.

A soft and fragrant body crashed into his arms, and the white cardigan was soft. Slender arms wrapped around his neck.

Hold him like that, regardless of that.

Regardless of the thug behind him who raised his fist again.

Just hugged him tightly.

Han Mo's body reacted one step faster than his brain, wrapping around the girl's waist and moving to the side, turning his waist.

In a whirlwind, the girl was pressed against the wall, and Han Mo blocked her tightly with his body.

Another hard blow to the back.

Han Mo propped his hands on the wall, looked down and stared at the panicked girl who covered his mouth with a heavy gaze, and was punched a few times in the back, this time his body didn't even shake, but he was panting heavily.

Hei Wuchang, who was manipulating in the shadows, rushed in, afraid that she would be injured by mistake and hurriedly stopped.

grabbed five fingers and pulled hard to the side, but the gangsters had a low hardware configuration, if they had to say that their strengths should only be a reflex arc, they were stunned to take a few more punches before they stopped and left collectively.

Fortunately, Han Mo resisted everything alone, and his fist did not hit Hua Simu.

It's just why Xiaomei rushed in and hugged him, and he was almost beaten.

Shouldn't you watch your brothers scumbag in their hands, come out with a vicious and happy script, and applaud and cheer on the side?

Bai Wuchang was lying on the wall, with the same puzzled expression.

Han Han's head, big doubts.

......

The thugs are gone.

Han Mo looked at Hua Simu's eyes were dark and uncertain, and for a long time, he sighed in defeat, slowly lowered his head, and gently rested his forehead on Hua Simu's shoulder.

He hadn't seen her for most of the day, and he really missed her.

There are not a few taels of meat on the small shoulders, the bones are clattering, but they are very reassuring, and the sweet smell lingers around the nose, which is unique to Hua Xiaomu.

"Han ......" The weak, boneless little hand pressed lightly on his shoulder.

"Hua Xiaomu, I hurt. The muffled voice sounded in Hua Simu's ears, revealing a bit of childlike grievances.

His forehead rubbed against Hua Simu's shoulder.

Hua Simu's stomach suddenly disappeared during the day, forget it, seeing that he was beaten so badly, it was better not to bully him.

"You get up and let me see, where is the injury?" Hua Simu softened his tone, with a hint of coaxing.

A head rested on her shoulder, silent.

"Hurry up, I'll put some medicine on you, and I'll make sure you'll get better quickly. ”

Han Mo's head is like a sea god, but he can't get up.

Hua Simu tugged at his hair and pulled his head up, his apricot eyes narrowed, "I've given you face, right?" ”