Chapter 0010: Teach the Wicked Guys a Lesson

As the symptoms of poisoning with a blue face and pale lips spread, the flocculent venom frantically scurried among the limbs and hundreds of remains, destroying the balance of the body as soon as it came out, making Zhou Yang suffer from flesh and bone pain everywhere, but after the pain, there were waves of power, and the muscle rebuilding caused the strength to increase sharply.

The flocculent venom circled around and returned to the little heart. After the flocculent venom returned to the little heart, the signs of poisoning on Zhou Yang's face were instantly lifted, as if it had never happened.

Although it seemed that nothing had happened on the surface, Zhou Yang knew in his heart how much pain he had just had in all parts of his body. Fortunately, the pain comes at the cost of increased strength. After the big heart was resuscitated, Zhou Yang slowly woke up and found that his strength had at least doubled compared to before. His strength was already amazing under the daily exercise, and now it is even better than before, although the muscle lines may not look very obvious, but the pure strength is not much inferior to those weightlifters. Of course, if you want to compare with those bullish Hercules, there is still a gap.

Drink!

Zhou Yang couldn't help but fight a poisonous fist, one move and one style, and the tiger was vigorous. Although the movements are weird and awkward, even if you look at it from a layman's point of view, you can see that the wind is blowing and the strength is full.

Call!

After Zhou Yang hit three sets of punches in a row, he silently hugged Yuan Shouyi, and exhaled a long breath of turbidity, only to feel refreshed.

"Well, at least the fight is much worse than before. Zhou Yang shook his fist and said with some playful emotion. In the past, when he was a gentleman, he would gather people and horses to fight at two ends in three days, and at that time his favorite thing was to charge into battle, and every time he was indispensable to receive a few old punches. Although he won't go to find someone to fight in a group now, but when more than three or five people come up, Zhou Yang is really not scared.

After sighing, I touched the heart, and at this time, the big and small hearts were beating at the same time. In the past, there was a big heartbeat during the day and a small heartbeat at night, and he never worked at the same time, but now, the two hearts finally worked at the same time, which made Zhou Yang feel more comfortable and happy than he had ever been.

"That's great!"

Zhou Yang muttered and walked out. Soon returned home, returned home and counted the money given by Secretary Fang, there were actually 7,200 yuan, which was enough for Zhou Yang to support until the seventh day of the seventh lunar month. For Zhou Yang in the past, this was certainly not a large amount, but for Zhou Yang today, it was money to make ends meet.

Idle, Zhou Yang re-counted the broken yard, and when it was almost evening, just about to go out for some food, a shirtless strong man broke in, and as soon as he came in, he pointed at Zhou Yang and shouted: "Stinky boy, what are you doing at my house? Don't let me get out!"

This strong man had a fierce look, thinking that he could scare Zhou Yang. Zhou Yang remained silent, stretched out his hand, and said slowly: "You said this is your house?

"What title deeds? This is my house, and the next door neighbor knows about it. You alien stray boy has taken over my house, and if you chirp crookedly, be careful that I break your dog's legs. "The villain must not be able to get the title deed and the house deed, because it is all in Zhou Yang's hands. He is so strong now, it is nothing more than bullying Zhou Yang for being young and inferior to him, wanting to beat Zhou Yang out and occupy the house. In the past, he didn't dare to come because he was afraid of ghosts. Now seeing that Zhou Yang was fine after staying for two or three nights, he thought that the evil ghost was gone, so he started to seize the house.

"Come on, try. Zhou Yang hooked his hand and said with a disdainful expression.

Zhou Yang has never believed in evil, five years ago he was a famous big man in Shanghai Beach, and now he has survived in the vast jungle for five years.

"Boy, okay, toast without eating and drinking. Grandpa will let you know today why the flowers are so red. The wicked man was so provoked by Zhou Yang, and he suddenly became angry. picked up a wooden stick next to him and rushed over with a menacing momentum.

He thought that with his force, it would definitely not be a problem to clean up Zhou Yang, after all, his physique was here, and he could crush Zhou Yang's little arms and legs.

This was just what he thought, he didn't know how many ferocious wolves and wild boars Zhou Yang's little arms and legs had killed.

He rushed over with a wooden stick, but Zhou Yang did not run, let alone dodge, but took out a silver needle from his waist and walked towards him.

Seeing Zhou Yang rushing over, the wicked man secretly screamed in his heart, raised the wooden stick high, and was ready to throw Zhou Yang to the ground. When Zhou Yang walked less than two meters away from him, he used a lot of force and raised the wooden stick on his head, preparing to smash Zhou Yang's head with a thunderous blow.

However, just when he raised the wooden stick to the highest position, mobilized all his strength, and prepared to solve Zhou Yang in one go. An accident happened, a black shadow flashed, and Zhou Yang disappeared in front of him out of thin air. He was about to search around, only to feel a sudden stinging pain in his waist, and subconsciously looked, only to see Zhou Yang standing beside him, holding a silver needle and piercing his waist.

"Oops, ****!" the wicked man howled, and picked up the wooden stick and stabbed it towards Zhou Yang. But as soon as he picked up the wooden stick to set up the momentum, Zhou Yang disappeared again, and then there was a stinging pain on the other side of his waist. Turning his head to look, Zhou Yang was holding the familiar silver needle and piercing the soft flesh on his left waist, and he hissed in pain.

"Bastard, there's a kind of don't hide!" the villain roared, and swept a wooden stick hard.

This time, Zhou Yang really didn't hide, standing there waiting for the wooden stick to sweep in. But just when the strong man thought that his stick would definitely be able to hit Zhou Yang's nose and face, a scene that he couldn't believe happened...... Zhou Yang easily stretched out his hand and grabbed the wooden stick he swung with all his strength.

He stared at it with wide eyes for a while, and after making sure that he was not mistaken, he gritted his teeth and used a little force, and the wooden stick did not move at all, like a mud cow entering the sea. I pumped it back hard, but it still didn't move, as if the wooden stick had been firmly embedded in the machine.

My day, how can this be?

The evil man muttered in his heart, he couldn't believe that the hairy boy in front of him, who didn't seem to have any strength, could grab the wooden stick he swung with all his strength with one hand. This... It's incredible.

Just when his face was full of incredulity, Zhou Yang's indifferent words drilled into his ears: "Now, is it my turn?"

Well?

Before he could understand what was going on, he felt a great pull from the other side of the stick, and the stick disappeared into his hand in an instant. Forthwith... An afterimage came violently, and he didn't understand what was going on...... Boom!

Immediately, he only felt that his left calf was pounced, and under the strong pain, he subconsciously fell to his knees on the ground.

Kneeling on one knee, he just reacted, bang! again, he drew a gourd in the same way, but this time it was his right leg that was hit hard. In an instant, he went from one knee to one knee and both knees to the ground.

"Oops, it hurts, it hurts, tap, tap. After being beaten and fell to his knees, the wicked man immediately stopped stiffening his mouth, and cried out pitifully in pain.

Zhou Yang didn't sympathize with him, just carried a wooden stick, squinted at him, and said coldly: "What did you just say?

"Doglegs... No, my doglegs. Not right either. After a while, he suddenly remembered something, quickly straightened his waist, and said with a fake tiger: "You... Don't beat me, the deputy director of the Tiexi Police Station is my uncle. ”

"Your uncle is the deputy director?" Zhou Yang asked with his head sideways.

"Yes, it's the deputy director of the jurisdiction next door, if you want to move me, he will definitely not spare you. The more the wicked man spoke, the more confident he became, and in the end he threatened Zhou Yang: "You'd better let me go now, kneel on the ground and kowtow to me three times, and then say Grandpa Du, I was wrong, and I may be able to spare your dog's life." ”

"Oh, that's it!" Zhou Yang sneered, picked up the wooden stick and slammed it down unscrupulously...... Bang!

The wicked man who beat him screamed and screamed.

The deputy director wanted to scare Zhou Yang, which of the uncles and uncles that Zhou Yang had come into contact with since he was a child was not a high-ranking official in the provincial department? Just a big deputy director wanted Zhou Yang to kneel down and beg for mercy and call grandpa, isn't this a typical head with water in the head, and he owes a beating?