I thought to myself, in addition to the wailing half-cripple, I had to deal with at least five people, but I had to let go.

I picked up the wine glass and said respectfully: "Master Wei, I respect you for this cup, I hope you will have a lot of it!"

The tattooed man also raised his glass, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

I pretended to be drinking, and when he wasn't looking, I poured it into his eyes, then grabbed the bottle and smashed it down his head, blood running down his forehead.

It's just that I underestimated the strength of the other party, and at the same time as I went to smash the tattooed man, a slap was also thrown at me, and my slapping tinnitus burst and fell on the table.

On the smooth marble countertop, all the bottles and glasses fell to the ground with a loud noise.

"Stinky bitch, dare to hit Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will make you cry and have no way to complain!"

"Brothers, whoever catches it tonight will taste it first!" the tattooed man's eyes shone fiercely.

With that, the other four people attacked me at the same time.

In the dodge, I kicked a guy in the knee and kicked him away. As he was about to deal with the second one, the man pulled out a bright knife from his bosom, and the other two showed the same murder weapon.

Just when I thought that tonight would be more auspicious.

A tall figure held me behind me, and he smelled as clear as the sun shining through the woods, so familiar......

In an instant, the three big men had all fallen to the ground and begged for mercy in pain.

The tattooed man saw that his companion was vulnerable, and he scolded and wanted to step forward: "Who is so bold and daring, dare to spoil Wei Ye's good deeds!"

With just one kick, the tattooed man's chubby body rolled backwards into the booth, not to mention how funny it looked.

Danger lifted.

The person standing in front of me turned around and asked me with concern, "Are you hurt?"

The moment he turned around, everything around me stood still.

Gu Qichen, the person who saved me turned out to be Gu Qichen.

A figure that had been buried in my memory for eight years, a face that had become a little blurred, appeared clearly in front of me at this moment.

My heart palpitated.

There was nowhere to hide in his inky black eyes.

"Are there any injuries?" he asked again, his voice soft and eager.

"I didn't ...... No. ”

"What is this?" he asked, holding my right hand.

There were multiple scratches on it, and a blur of blood. This is the result of killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred. Of course, I won't tell him.

His hand brushed away my hair on the left side, and I let out a "thump" in pain.

"Who hit it?" he asked, his voice instantly sharp.

I was about to answer him when I looked up and saw a sharp knife stabbing him in the back, and I screamed in horror and threw myself in front of him. But it was too late.

The sound of Bujin shattering, and a long wound on his shoulder, were shocking.

The music on the dance floor stopped, and the bar was lit up as day.