Happy times always seem incomparably short.

After Song Yong exited WeChat, he glanced at the time on his mobile phone, and then found that he was at the door of someone else's mobile phone store, and he had been squatting unconsciously for more than an hour.

If it weren't for the feeling of soreness in his legs when he stood up, it confirmed that.

This product will definitely turn back and walk into the mobile phone store, to find the trouble of the store owner, even the wrong time, the sale of the mobile phone is not a pit of money.

After lighting a cigarette, Song Yong finally left the mobile phone store.

I don't know if it's because it's raining again, but there is not even a little wind outside in Shencheng tonight, and it looks a little hot.

But for Song Yong, no matter what he saw, it was extremely pleasing to the eye.

Similarly, in such a ghost weather that usually makes him criticize, today he feels comfortable to the bone.

That's because he felt that there was a sour smell of love in the hot air, and he, a single dog, loved this smell to death......

With a good mood, Song Yong even took a little cheerful steps, and for today's dinner, he planned to find a small shop to fry rice noodles to deal with.

There is a saying that 'love is full of water', although this saying is calculated, it is definitely not scientific at all.

But the young man who is now in this state can make Song Yong give up a luxurious meal such as grilled fish and use cheaper food to satisfy his stomach.

It's not just a little money that you can save now, it's the possibility of a better future.

It was only when he turned around the corner of the street that he came to the mouth of an alley where the street lamp had just broken.

A deep voice began to sound behind him very abruptly: "The hanging * hair smoking in front, you stop Lao Tzu." ”

After hearing this, Song Yong stopped without thinking.

Tell the truth! If it were changed to before, every time Song Yong encountered such a thing, his first reaction was to run to a crowded place.

In such a dangerous environment, this kind of thing happened.

If you really stop at someone else's command, that's the worst way to deal with it, and God knows what bad things will happen.

However, after returning from the primordial plane this time, after experiencing that tragic battle, he really felt that this kind of small scene could no longer make him have the slightest fear.

It's just a few social people, how powerful can they be, how much can they do?

After turning around, Song Yong could see clearly who was the person who stopped him by the light from afar, it was a man with shoulder-length hair.

But after seeing the face of the person who pulled it clearly, he suddenly had a headache.

There was only one person who stopped him: Stick, a famous figure among the great gods of Sanhe.

This guy is even more famous than Brother Jiang, a gambling dog, among the Sanhe gods

There is no way to know his real name now, and the reason why he got such a nickname is because the stick actually has a good martial arts foundation.

Playing swords and somersaults is called a slip, but of course he is best at nunchucks.

So, after a long time, everyone seems to remember only his nickname called 'Stick'.

"Hang * Mao, did you steal my shared bicycle?" said when the stick gradually walked over to Song Yong.

Hearing this, Song Yong had basically guessed the other party's intention.

It's nothing more than riding the shared bicycle with the back seat, which looks a bit eye-catching, and was finally seen by other gods, and then passed to the ears of the stick.

Now the appearance of the stick can only be one possibility: he is here to find trouble.

And for all the gods, as long as they are brought to trouble by a stick, it basically means that they will be beaten.

The reason is very simple, the stick has martial arts skills, and no one can beat him.

The most important thing is that in the face of this kind of thing, for various reasons, few gods will choose to call the police, or rather, they would rather be beaten than call the police......

Facing the momentum that was ready to go, as if it was about to rush up the stick in the next second, Song Yong's heart actually had no waves, and there was no fear of emotion.

He even had thoughts, and subconsciously glanced at the position of the waist of the stick.

The waist of the stick was empty, so Song Yong was able to confirm that the pair of nunchucks of the stick was not on his body.

So when he really wanted to fight or something, he wasn't afraid of the other party at all, but from beginning to end, Song Yong didn't think about making a move with the other party.

Song Yong, who has experienced a big scene, knows that such a thing of fighting bravely and ruthlessly is actually meaningless at all.

It's not for survival, in the environment of the modern plane, it's really unnecessary to win the game, lose money, delay things, and go to the hospital to lie down if you lose.

Wouldn't it be nice to have this spare time and do something else?

Song Yong took out his soft white sand from his pocket, popped one out and handed it to the stick, but the stick pushed away his hand to hand the cigarette, not accepting his kindness at all.

Song Yong didn't care about this, he first picked up a cigarette for himself.

After exhaling a puff of smoke, he said earnestly to the stick:

"That's right, I rode the bike, but I really didn't know it was you before I rode it. ”

"Now that car has been ridden to another place by me, I won't be able to get it back for a while, or how much money you say, I bought it from Brother Stick. ”

After finishing speaking, Song Yong looked at each other sincerely.

The above words are all his sincere thoughts, and this compensation is not because of fear, but because of gratitude and compensation to the other party.

The shared bicycle that was carefully modified by a stick really helped him a lot.

Whether it was bringing goods to the primitive era plane, or purchasing from the modern plane, the most important thing was the time when he gave Wang Xinran's sister, which made him think it was worth doing.

The problem was that when Song Yong looked over at this glance, his gaze went beyond the figure of the stick and saw a look behind him that was not quite right.

It was in this poorly lit alley, and four strangers, three men and one woman, walked by.

The three men were all in their thirties, and the woman who traveled with them was the older, an aunt in her fifties.

But both men and women, they wore long-sleeved clothes with their sleeves rolled up, which was obviously a bit out of place in the deep city.

The style of these clothes is ordinary, and it can even be said to be a little rustic.

Just from the fact that they were dressed, Song Yong could be sure that these people had just come to Shencheng, or that they had only been here for a few days.

And what made him feel wrong was that the aunt was holding a little boy in high-end children's clothes.

The little boy is definitely no more than three years old, and he is very cute.

Now he is lying softly in his aunt's arms, and on the surface, it looks like he fell asleep after being tired from playing, but combined with the above situation, Song Yong felt that he might have fainted.

The identities of these people are almost certain in his heart:

These are a couple of people who deserve a thousand cuts......

After realizing this, Song Yong put almost all his thoughts on these guys who approached them and were about to pass by.

During this time, he vaguely heard something in the mouth of the stick.

It was just the specific details, but he didn't hear it clearly at all.

doesn't need to have personal experience, just using the stories he sees on the Internet, as well as the rumors he usually hears, he knows what it means to be a family treasure-like child after being surrounded by these guys.

It would represent a small family that was originally happy and then destined to be torn apart.

And the kidnapped child may have completely fallen into the abyss from the original beautiful life.

Therefore, the idea of finding a way to save people can be determined by Song Yong as soon as possible, but how to save people needs to be carefully considered.

Calling the police immediately seems to be the best way to go.

But Song Yong knew that with the huge flow of people and vehicles nearby.

As long as these people disappear from their sight, they may not be able to find them in a haystack, even if they are dispatched later.

But if he were to stand up now, he would still be in great danger in the face of three strong male traffickers.

What can't they do for these basically inhuman guys? Is it worth it to have a good life, just waiting for you not far ahead?

Between Song Yong's hesitation, the four traffickers passed by him, and soon walked out more than ten steps away.

By passing by, he glanced at the beautiful little boy, who had a face like a sleeping cherub, so that Song Yong could no longer survive.

Then, a huge roar sounded in the alley: "You guys, stop for Lao Tzu......"