"Smash him!"

Someone else was shouting as if they were shouting. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In a place where demons live in a dance hall, as long as there is a disturbance, there will be good people to coax around, because they are all people who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic!

Trumpet!

Someone slapped the table.

Feng Zilong looked over with his eyes and saw that it was a young man who was stunned, so he frowned. It seems that the people who come here are all troublemakers, and they all seem to have some backgrounds, otherwise they wouldn't be so dirty.

He saw that there was still a table on the left that he was not sitting at, so he moved to that side.

This is only three tables away from Feng Ziqing, and she is facing him, if she has any trouble, he can help in a hurry, so as not to respond to all changes.

The young man with blood in his mouth walked up to Feng Ziqing and stared at her with his eyes raised: "Just now, you smashed me?"

"Yes, it's me. ”

Feng Ziqing was still sitting steadily.

Soon, with her as the center, a circle of people gathered around.

Feng Zilong was worried that she would have an accident, so he also joined in.

People were yelling wildly.

Someone saw that Feng Ziqing was very beautiful, and his eyes widened when he roared.

Fuck, I didn't expect the troublemaker to be a big beauty.

That face, that eyes, that neck, that chest, that waist, it's fucking out of print.

Goddess!

What a goddess!

A pair of eyes looked at Feng Ziqing in a daze, and he couldn't wait to take him into his arms immediately.

If the eyes could turn into knives, they would have stripped her of her clothes. It's a pity that the eye can only see, and someone is getting closer to her, and they have made up their minds to touch her whenever there is chaos.

It's okay to touch her, but it comes at a cost.

Because there is another pair of eyes that pay attention to her, and that is Feng Zilong.

Whoever dared to reach out to her would break his hand at the first moment.

"Yo, I didn't expect it to be such a beautiful woman, as long as you lick the blood off my brother's mouth, my brother won't hold you responsible!"

"Brother, whose brother are you?"

Looking at the stunned young man in front of him, Feng Ziqing pretended to be a cute girl.

Moe means stupid.

Silly sisters are generally easy to bully.

The young man stretched out his tongue and licked the blood around his lips, and said with a smile: "I am your brother!"

Trumpet!

In the amazed eyes of everyone, someone saw that the young man was slapped by someone, but who hit him, no one could see clearly, but everyone saw it clearly, Feng Ziqing slipped and fell to the ground.

Only one person saw what was going on.

He is Feng Zilong.

But he didn't say it.

He won't say it either.

He still trusts Feng Ziqing's methods, after all, compared to him, he is better than her, and sometimes if he doesn't pay attention, he still has to suffer her losses.

She's a spirit.

The spirit of a quirky elf.

But among the dozens of pairs of eyes in the field, only Feng Zilong saw what was going on, and no one else saw it.

The young man covered his swollen face, glanced at the people on all sides, and asked: "It's Ben Shao, who is beaten in pieces, and if there is a kind of stand up, Ben Shao will fight you alone!"

No one around stood up.

Feng Ziqing was still sitting on the ground.

Blue Ball Yi didn't pull her.

Before receiving her order, pulling her will only be asking for trouble.

He doesn't ask for such suffering.

Everyone else looked at her except him.

Just looked at her stupidly, and no one reached out.

Because she was so beautiful, they were afraid that they would be besieged if they stretched out their hands.

It's not mine, I can't get it, and you don't want to get it, it's a sick psychology. But it is this kind of psychology that makes everyone look at me and I look at you, but no one dares to stretch out their hands.

Feng Ziqing pretended to snort.

"Did you hurt your fall?" finally someone asked.

Someone glanced at the inquirer and shook his head. But I heard someone say: "If you don't fall and get hurt, won't you know if you touch it?"

Feng Ziqing didn't squeak.

But she's locked on the one who started the trouble.

She hates the person who fanned the fire on the sidelines the most.

"You want to touch it, so why don't you touch it?"

"I want to touch it, but it's a pity that people love girls and don't let me touch it!"

"She asked you to touch it, but do you dare to touch it?"

"Touch your mother's force!" scolded in response, and the blue ball was easy to shoot.

Although his skills are not as agile and fast as Feng Ziqing, the kung fu he has practiced on the basketball court is not something that ordinary people dare to confront him.

Trumpet!

Horn!

Trumpet!

slapped all the way, but none of them resisted.

In fact, it's not that they don't want to resist, it's that they don't have a chance to resist, because the blue ball is easy to hit people is really weird, except for Feng Ziqing and Feng Zilong, no one in the field can see how he did it.

"Damn, what are you hitting me for?"