The night of the West Sea has been dyed with some coolness, there is a flicker of arc light under the dim light shadow, and the streets at this moment have all faded away from the prosperity of the day, leaving only the evening breeze.

At the end of the lamp and the street, a figure staggered by.

When I got closer, in the dim light and shadow, a young face was reflected, but this face was a little more decadent and less energetic. At this time, the young man was still holding a wine bottle in his hand, waving it casually, his eyes were bloodshot, and his resolute face was flushed, like a drunkard.

"You are the most beautiful cloud in my sky...... "The drunkard's swaying body was suddenly startled, and he opened his mouth abruptly, and howled vigorously at the top of his throat, and the silence of the street was broken by a sudden loud sound.

The voice has no beauty at all, although it is strong and powerful, but there is no rhythm at all, the out-of-tune has run out of the sky, and the drunkard simply roars a rhythmic song into the roar of a beast, in this silent night, like the roar of ten thousand ghosts, there is a trace of madness.

"Hey, do you have a little public morality, what are you screaming in the middle of the night? Finally someone couldn't take it anymore, and in a residential building on the side of the street, a slightly sane woman angrily opened the window and shouted at the drunk.

"My mother finally fell asleep, but I was almost yelled at by you, it's over, I can't sleep with any sleeping pills I take tonight. This is the complaint of a woman with insomnia.

"I'll go, Lao Tzu finally got up, and he was beaten back to his original shape by your throat. This is the depression of a "great" man.

"Brother, you are singing, why is it inexplicably a little more terrifying. A man with glasses said solemnly while leaning on the balcony.

"This song is so expressive, it makes this autumn unconsciously a little more gloomy. A literary man closed his eyes in pain.

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The drunkard's voice instantly lit up the streets all day, and the night, which was still deserted, became noisy in an instant, and people were talking, and the central topic was naturally inseparable from the initiator of everything, the drunken young man. There are angry, there are surprised, and there are teasing.

But everything in the outside world seemed to have nothing to do with the drunkard, and after he uttered the first lyrics, he swallowed his throat, then raised the bottle, and poured a sip of wine, and then heard his ghost crying wolf howl again, and he drank and sang to himself without regard to the outside reaction, and roared in the lonely night, leaving a group of inhabitants messy in the wind.

"This ......" People looked at the distant back, their hearts were like thousands of horses galloping, and they couldn't stop for a long time, they knew that tonight was destined to be sleepless.

On another street in Xihai, there were a few passers-by walking sparsely, but these passers-by walked cautiously for no other reason than because the center of this street was a little more solemn.

At this moment, the two pairs of centaurs are confronting each other, which has a sense of "what do you see, what do you see".

There were more than fifty people in each team, all in black clothes and black pants, with cold faces, but they were also immature, and these were more than a hundred minors.

In the middle of the two pairs stood a man and a woman, who seemed to be the leaders of the two pairs, the boy with a big back and his hands in his pockets, already dressed as a delinquent teenager.

The girl has a small face and a delicate face, but her makeup is not as delicate as exquisite, with large wavy golden hair, large earrings hanging from delicate earlobes, large eyes are painted black all around, and her small body is hidden in a black leather coat. It gives people the feeling of a little sister.

The boy was looking at the girl in front of him fearlessly, and the girl was looking at the boy with disdain at a 45-degree angle, and the people behind them were gearing up, as if they would rush up when their respective bosses spoke.

"Li Fei'er, for your father's sake, I put up with you everywhere at school, but I didn't expect you to intensify and connive at your subordinates to bully the newcomers on my side, this time, it's not easy for your dad to come, I want to teach you a lesson today." After a depressing atmosphere lasted for a while, the boy couldn't help but speak first.

"Phew," the girl named Li Fei'er was very spicy, her little head was raised high, and she countered with a condescending attitude: "I'm afraid of me, and it's my dad, Wang Ming, don't be so shameless." ”

"You!" Wang Ming didn't expect the other party to be so rude, and he didn't pay attention to the cause of the incident at all, sure enough, reasoning with a woman is playing the piano to the cow, he really wanted to call his subordinates to teach this barbaric girl a lesson, but he still has a trace of reason, although Wang Ming's family has a big business and a good background, but Li Fei'er's family is overwhelming, otherwise he would not have so many scruples today.

For a while, Wang Ming hesitated, "What are you afraid of, as long as you don't hurt Li Fei'er, you can teach the people behind her a lesson." Wang Ming secretly thought that he immediately made up his mind, no longer hesitated, and wanted to give orders to his subordinates. But a howl from not far away shook his heart, followed by a torture from the soul, "This song, it's terrible!"

"Let me keep you with all my heart...", the drunken young man shook his devilish steps, walking from street to street, still singing, and the song was as powerful as it had been, and even more tense than before.

Singing all the way, accompanied by insults along the way, it can be said that the drunkard single-handedly lit up the streets and noisy this lonely night, and to some extent, the young man was successful.

The two groups of people, who were still incompatible, instantly became the same enemy under the infection of this song, and more than a hundred pairs of eyes looked at the drunkard who was getting closer and closer, and a wordless anger permeated between them, and their ears were being greatly insulted.

The drunkard's eyes opened diligently, looked at the hundred or so people in front of him, and continued to walk forward, his swaying steps still like that, without the slightest change, ignoring their anger that was about to overflow.

"Goo-dong, goo-dong," another big sip of wine, "never leave......" The drunkard seemed to be intoxicated with his world again.

Wang Ming gritted his teeth in pain, and said "I can't bear it" with grief in his heart, and just wanted to call his little brother to shut up the drunkard.

But Li Fei'er next to her acted faster, she was already blushing, her little hands were clenched tightly, and then she ordered a sturdy young man beside her to say viciously: "Xiaohu, let that drunk shut up"

This is singing, the deep and majestic voice of a drunken young man is combined in a random and inappropriate manner, like the sound of firecrackers, drums and broken gongs, intertwined with each other, without warning, through your eardrums, straight to your inner soul, bringing a painful experience.

At this moment, Li Fei'er felt like this, she wanted to shut up this drunk as quickly as possible, she was afraid that she would have a nervous breakdown in the next second.

The sturdy young man named Xiaohu was already impatient, "Grandma, it's the first time I've experienced the feeling of singing." With that, he strode forward, and then swung his casserole-sized fist into the drunkard's face.

The drunken young man raised his eyelids slightly, looking so careless, looking at the rapidly enlarged fist, there was no fear in his eyes, still immersed in the drunken confusion.

Just when Li Fei'er and the others thought that the drunkard's face was about to bloom, "Bang!" The result was a big surprise, the fists were connected, and Xiaohu's heavy punch was actually held down by the drunkard's palm. Xiaohu was taken aback, he shot with all his might, and this punch was enough to knock over a cow.

After a moment of frustration, he tried to break free from the young man's clutches, but no matter how he struggled, his fist did not move, as if it were fixed by iron tongs.

Xiaohu suddenly realized something, he hurriedly shouted to the people who were still in a daze: "This person is too..." Before he finished speaking, he saw the drunken drunken staggering a small step, swinging his arm back, and Xiaohu was like a kite with a broken string, drawing a beautiful arc under the light. "Boom!" slammed into the ground six meters away.

"Is this true?" Wang Ming rubbed his eyes vigorously, his face was full of shock, he knew what the strength of the little tiger who was thrown away was infinite, he was born with infinite strength, Li Fei'er's proud subordinates, but now he was kneaded at will like a toy.

Looking at the young man lying on the ground and struggling, everyone had to accept the fact in front of them, that is, as Xiaohu said, this person is too strong.

Li Fei'er took a deep breath, looked at the group of junior brothers behind her, and then looked at the drunkard who was unsteady in walking, her courage couldn't help but be enough, her slender eyebrows were slightly raised, and she stepped forward, and then her crisp and arrogant voice sounded, "Drunkard, you have the guts, even my people dare to fight, give you a chance, and say sincerely to me..." ”

Before the apology was finished, the drunkard spit out a strong breath of wine and rushed to his face, almost fainting Li Fei'er, but fortunately, several younger brothers behind her hurriedly supported her, so that she was not smoky by the wine.

A hint of red anger appeared on Li Fei'er's embarrassed little face, and she bit her silver teeth lightly, and snorted, "Give it all to me, teach me a good lesson for this drunkard." ”

Whirling away, more than fifty people flocked to the young man like a flood. As for Wang Ming, they did not join the battlefield and watched the fire from the other side, this was his best choice.

Soon, Wang Ming was completely stunned.

Dozens of people besieged a drunken young man, but it was like a mayfly shaking a tree, and he couldn't beat it at all.

The drunkard shook his staggered body, and it was a problem whether he could stand or not in the next second, but all this was an illusion, more than fifty people, more than fifty pairs of fists and feet, and he was dodged by the drunkard left and right, even if he was punched by them, they would find that they were beating like a steel plate, and it was themselves who hurt in the end.

Subsequently, these minors were greeted by a simple palm, punch, and kick from the drunk.

It wasn't long before a wailing figure lay on the ground. The drunkard's shot seems to be very measured, does not hurt the muscles and bones, and only pursues an extreme pain, which is enough to make people unable to stand up for a while.

It was only for a while, she was the only one who stood up, and the little girl's eyes were blank, as if she was frightened by everything in front of her.

"Hey", Wang Ming was secretly happy in his heart, his goal was achieved, and he successfully taught Li Fei'er a lesson, as for the consequences, it has nothing to do with him.

But the shock of all this is far greater than the joy in my heart, is this man a god, is he using the legendary drunken fist.

"Boss, are we going or not leaving?" asked a younger brother beside him, his eyes full of fear.

Wang Ming watched the drunken ghost gradually walk towards Li Fei'er, and he secretly said that it was not good, if Li Fei'er had an accident, then his party would be completely finished.

Wang Ming gritted his teeth, walked up to the drunkard, endured the latter's pungent smell of alcohol, and could only try to protect her through Li Fei'er's identity, "This eldest brother, she is the precious daughter of the Li family, you see ......"

"Not good. Wang Ming clearly felt that the young man in front of him shifted his gaze to himself and the others, which shrouded him with an ominous omen.

Sure enough, a punch swayed and dilated his pupils, and Wang Ming tried hard to dodge, but the punch hit the abdomen firmly as if it had magical power.

In an instant, a sharp pain struck, completely flooding Wang Ming's senses, he slowly fell down like this while he was conscious, the moment he was conscious, he regretted, how could he meet such a bad star, he would have endured the drunken roar silently if he had known, and there would have been nothing that happened now.

After the drunkard punched Wang Ming, he was a wolf into the flock and plunged into another group of people.

"Hey, it hurts too. ”

"I'll go, is his body a steel plate, my hands. ”

"Ah, don't hit me, I'm wrong big brother, what you sang just now is so good. ”

"Bang!"

The group soon followed in the footsteps of the previous group, and on this side of the street, except for a drunken man and a girl who was shivering like a kitten, the rest of the people fell to the ground and wailed in pain.

After solving everyone, the drunken young man seemed to have lost interest in Li Fei'er, raised the wine bottle in his right hand to himself, poured a sip, sang the song he hadn't finished just now, and staggered towards the night.

The tragic singing, accompanied by invectives along the way, the drunks disappeared to the end of one street after another.