At this moment, Fan Jianqiang was shuttling through the barbecue table and uneven figures, and continued to approach Zhou Xiaoyan.

Maybe it's because the night is dark, maybe it's because the cutter is hidden in the sleeve, Fan Jianqiang hardly cares about it in the process of constantly passing through the shadows.

There were even diners who didn't know the truth, after Fan Jianqiang bypassed him, looked behind him, and scolded in his mouth: "Grass, there's no, it's a fuss, let's continue to drink-"

After a few moments, the person next to the diner immediately pointed to the van on the side of the road: "Look, there it is!" ”

There, naturally, Fan Jianqiang is here.

Just as Zhou Xiaoyan was about to be carried to the door of the van, Fan Jianqiang slowly slowed down, then stopped and shouted: "Brother, why don't you bring me with you!" ”

This shout, with great force, suddenly came from behind, startling the two guys, stopping in an instant, and then turning around in confusion.

At this time, Zhou Xiaoyan, whose face was flushed, was also facing Fan Jianqiang.

Her limbs were weak, her clothes were disheveled, her hair was disheveled, and she looked so drunk that she was unconscious.

Slowly raising her head reluctantly, she glanced at Fan Jianqiang in front of her in a delirious manner, and soon drooped her head again, and sneered twice: "Hmph-you go-go to accompany-accompany Yujiao-I don't need to-don't worry about you-let's go-buddy, go and play all night-"

The two guys saw that they jumped out halfway to bite the gold, and after being stunned for a few seconds, they found that they were just a strange kid in front of them, so they relied on their strength and smiled: "Boy, I want to be a hero to save the beauty, it's too old-fashioned." Or, Lao Tzu will accompany you to practice? ”

Saying "practice", the two let go together and directly threw Zhou Xiaoyan to the ground.

I saw Zhou Xiaoyan immediately kneeling on her knees, half of her buttocks crooked again, her youth and beauty on weekdays had long disappeared, but she looked like she was sitting on the ground in embarrassment, and even had a tendency to vomit.

Glancing at Zhou Xiaoyan on the ground, Fan Jianqiang walked towards the guy who spoke just now, and smiled quietly: "Big brother, I don't have the ability to practice with you, I will whisper to you, will it be successful?" ”

Wang Wei and the others had already followed, standing in the crowd behind Fan Jianqiang.

However, they estimated that Fan Jianqiang had a knife on his body, but they couldn't see it, and they were even more frightened, plus he was not a tough guy who dared to fight fiercely, so he didn't dare to step forward at the moment, and only paid attention to the development of the situation in a panic.

However, when Fan Jianqiang went up to the sound of "practice", Wang Wei realized that it was not good, which might be a signal that he was going to do it.

Just thinking about it, I saw Fan Jianqiang, who was close to him, suddenly raised his right hand, and a shiny blade instantly appeared in everyone's sight.

What's even more frightening is that the sharp tip of the knife pushed the fleshy neck out of a faintly visible depression, which seemed to be likely to pierce the epidermis at any time and pierce the depths of the throat-

Suddenly a sharp blade was pressed against his throat, the guy was so shocked that he didn't dare to breathe, even the Adam's apple didn't dare to move, while tilting his head stiffly, while staring at the bright knife face that was close at hand, and even raised his hands in a cowering manner: "Brother-brother-don't be impulsive-blood-blood flows out--"

And Fan Jianqiang didn't seem to stop, took a step forward, grabbed the guy's hair left and right, forced him to kneel on the ground, and then leaned over to his face, gritted his teeth and asked word by word: "Didn't you just say that you want to practice with me?" How do you practice it? Say! ”

Where could the guy speak, although he knelt on his knees, his whole neck was leaned back, his body was bent back, his mouth was wide open, his eyes were bulging, and his half-raised hands were trembling constantly, for fear that the blade would stab his throat like a pig.

After a long time, it was estimated that this guy had already been frightened, so Fan Jianqiang slowly withdrew the knife, then let go of his left hand, and then slowly straightened his upper body, and suddenly exerted his strength, kicked at the guy under him, and kicked him to lie down on his back, and then gasped for breath without moving-

Then, Fan Jianqiang turned sideways, walked to Zhou Xiaoyan, looked down for a moment, then slowly bent over, made a half-squat, and then stretched out his right hand, held up her drooping chin, and said coldly: "Where are you going, you must explain to me!" Without a word of greeting, you can't go, and no one can take you away. Let's go, come back with me. ”

After saying it coldly, Fan Jianqiang got up slowly, and he didn't seem to have the intention of helping Zhou Xiaoyan, let alone taking the possible surprise attack behind him seriously.

The strange thing is that Zhou Xiaoyan, who was still drooping her head just now, suddenly seemed to have obtained Liliang.

She put her hands on the ground, shook several times, shivered a few times, and then barely straightened up to keep a half-kneeling position, Zuihou weakly raised her messy head, slowly stretched out her right hand, looked up with a pale face, and trembled up and down her teeth: "Eight taels - you help me - help me ——"

After hesitating, Fan Jianqiang still reached out and caught the cold right hand.

At this time, the nearby diners gathered here, and there was a large circle on the inside and outside of the outer layer.

In this way, in full view of everyone, Fan Jianqiang supported Zhou Xiaoyan, faced the road in front of him, walked calmly to the evening evening barbecue stall, and then put the cutter back in place with a blank face: "How much?" Checkout. ”

The stall owner took half a step back and waved his hand and smiled: "No money—no—someone has already settled the bill—"

Expecting that the stall owner was telling a lie, Fan Jianqiang was not stubborn, he only smiled faintly, and did not want to be verbose, and then helped Zhou Xiaoyan to leave.

Unexpectedly, when he was about to walk to the curb, a voice suddenly came from behind: "Haha, little brother, just leave?" ”

Fan Jianqiang quickly turned around and looked at the person in front of him coldly: a bald head, a horizontal face, thick chest and thick arms, even bare-chested, tattooed on his right arm, wearing only a pair of jeans, and at least thirty years old.

I thought I could avoid a desperate fight, but I didn't think that I should have come or would come!

Thinking of this, Fan Jianqiang didn't reply, slowly put down Zhou Xiaoyan in his hand, and then gritted his teeth and gathered strength, planning to fight to the death.

No, seeing Fan Jianqiang put down Zhou Xiaoyan, the bald head immediately smiled, and said with a smile: "Little brother, don't get me wrong, I have nothing to do with those little kids just now." As far as your temper is concerned, not only my bald thirty-four likes it, but my eldest brother also likes it. I came up, it's my eldest brother's meaning. My eldest brother's name is Hu Yongjun, and everyone calls him Brother Jun. In the future, if you have something to do, come to this alley, find Brother Jun, and find me bald thirty-four. Go yours, go home, hehe. ”

After saying this, the man who claimed to be bald thirty-four turned around and left, until he walked into the back room of the nightshade barbecue restaurant-

Just as he was about to walk out of the alley, a blinding beam of light suddenly flashed in the distance.

When the beam of light pierced straight over, a loud voice came from a distance: "Baliang, is it you?" Is that you—"

In a few moments, a taxi pulled up.

The first to come down was Gu Yujiao, a haggard with pear blossoms and rain, who touched Fan's strong arms, arms and face in a panic, and after finding that everything was fine, her lips trembled, and she wanted to cry for a while, and she was happy for a while.

Immediately, she finally bit her lip, hurriedly took Zhou Xiaoyan's arm, and tried to hold on: "Xiaoyan-what's wrong with you-"

The next one came down, of course, nine taels, and he was still holding a pocket fruit knife in his hand: "I'm going to-take Yujiao away-but she won't leave-half-halfway-I have to turn back--eight taels-it's okay?" You speak—"