The motorcycle stopped at the entrance to the village, and the crowd blocked the road ahead. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When the crowd saw the appearance of Feng Jing and Wang Jingqiong, they all surrounded them, and there were about 100 people, holding iron rods, sickles, and hoes...... There's everything.

Wang Jingqiong and her second uncle pushed aside the crowd and got in, and came to Wang Jingqiong: "I didn't ask Jinhui to wait for you at the intersection, why did you come back?" ”

Wang Jingqiong lowered her head, pinched her fingers with her fingers and didn't dare to speak, raised her eyes slightly and looked at Feng Jing, only to see that the people around her were always sunny and peaceful.

Feng Jing patted Wang Jingqiong's arms and said with a smile: "Don't worry, it's okay." ”

At this time, a middle-aged man walked over, and the second uncle called him the village chief softly.

"Your nephew is his abolition, he is not from our village, you can find him if there is anything, don't make trouble in our Yangluo Village." The middle-aged man said to a strong man with an iron rod, and after speaking, he pulled Wang Jingqiong's hand and stepped back.

Wang Jingqiong struggled to look at Feng Jing, and suddenly her second uncle shouted: "Village chief......" The second uncle still wanted to say something, but as soon as he shouted the word village chief, the rest of the words were glared back fiercely by the village chief. The second uncle shook his head, and had no choice but to help pull Wang Jingqiong back.

"Feng Jing, let's go." Wang Jingqiong felt frightened when she heard the rattling iron rod, and shouted back while struggling.

He still had a sunny face, four incisors peeking out between his thin lips, and then his figure was covered by the envelope, and his sunny face was not visible.

She shouted his name, tears streaming down her eyes.

"Boy, there's a kind." The strong man with the iron rod said with a hoarse throat.

"Big brother, it's not a kind of problem, have you ever read a book!" Feng Jing looked at the strong man speechlessly, in his thirties and forties, except for two pieces of meat on his chest, there was nothing special, "One person does things and one person is responsible, this is not about Yangluo Village." ”

"Hmph, one person does things and one person is responsible, so how do you say it?"

"Is it okay to cripple you?"

"Haha, it's not a small tone at a young age!"

"How can the tone be as big as you!"

"Boy, which village are you from?"

"Why did you tell you?"

"So that someone can carry the corpse." Before the strong man finished speaking, a punching bag fist swung towards Feng Jing's head.

It's a pity that the end point of the fist fall is not the head, but the palm of the hand. The strong man's sandbag-sized fist was inadvertently caught by the young man in front of him, as if he was filming a martial arts movie, so unreal, but where is the camera? Feng Jing's slender fingers were a little embarrassed and wrapped the sandbag-sized fist.

"Do you still need to carry the corpse?" Feng Jing didn't make any moves, and threw a word at him with contempt.

"What do you say?" The strong man replied with a rough breath, the iron rod in his left hand was not idle, and he waved it at Feng Jing's head mercilessly.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the surrounding crowd either closed their eyes or retreated, for fear of being splashed with blood.

The corners of Feng Jing's mouth twitched back habitually, and he couldn't see any expression. I saw that he turned the hand that wrapped the strong man and pulled it towards himself, and the iron rod held by the man in his left hand couldn't help but fall to the ground. Then the man leaned towards Feng Jing's body, Feng Jing quickly came to the man, his side shoulder blocked his chest, no one saw how he came to the strong man, only heard him say: "Since you like to be carried back so much, then it will be good for you." ”

The words were neither fast nor slow, and they reached the ears of everyone present, and before they could understand what they meant, they saw his body pull back a little, and then shook forward. Then people witnessed the strong man flying upside down and crashing into the crowd, causing several people to fall to the ground.

"Ahh

The strong man lay in front of Wang Jingqiong's toes, just raised his eyes, glanced at Wang Jingqiong, spit out a mouthful of blood, and lay down face down again.

Wang Jingqiong raised her head in horror and looked at the crowd, looking for Feng Jing's figure.

The fifty or sixty people surrounding Feng Jing were divided into two parts as the strong man landed, one of them still holding "soldiers" to confront Feng Jing, and the other part of them pulled up the person who had been knocked down and checked the injuries of the strong man.

"Don't look at it, take him to the hospital quickly, it's really going to kill if it's slow." Feng Jing watched a cluster of people around the strong man asking questions, and lazily threw a sentence at them.

"Feng Jing." When Wang Jingqiong heard his disdainful voice, the droplets in her eyes stopped suddenly, and she glared at the crowd and shouted, "Feng Jing, are you okay?" ”

"I might be fine, the warm-up hasn't started yet." Feng Jing still had a lazy expression, scanning the crowd around him.

"Hey-" Wang Jingqiong couldn't help but laugh when she heard his reply, and everyone's eyes turned from the strong man to Wang Jingqiong. Wang Jingqiong immediately closed her mouth tightly and looked in the direction of Feng Jing.

"Boy, do you know who he is?" A man with a beard similar to that worn by the Japanese in the anti-Japanese era stood up, also holding an iron rod with a diameter of 3 centimeters.

"Fake devil, your big Zuo?" Feng Jing raised his head without interest, squinted at the fake Japanese devil, and then continued to lazily lower his head and pick his nails.

The fake devil was a little helpless, but he was afraid that the scene just now would be staged on him, so he didn't dare to do it casually: "He is the son of our mayor of Nanyang City." ”

"What's wrong with me?" Feng Jing didn't look up, and threw it to the fake devil.

When did Feng Jing become so unruly? He didn't know it himself, and maybe a psychologist could give an explanation for feeling good about himself - he had been depressed for too long.

The fake devil grabbed his head and walked back and forth with his breath, very helpless, but there was nothing he could do, and finally he could only say to himself: "I don't know the height of the sky, the boy." ”

"Don't look at it, if you can't reach the third-class hospital in an hour and a half, he will be seen dead by you like this." Feng Jing raised his head and looked at the gray sky, and reminded him a little unbearably.

A man in his thirties with a flat head walked in the direction of Feng Jing and whispered in front of the fake devil: "Maybe it won't work, you have to send it to the hospital quickly." It was a little dark, and I couldn't see the man's face and expression.

"And this?" The fake devil looked at Feng Jing, who was buttoning his nails, and asked.

"Another day." The flat-headed man sighed.

"He's not from Yangluo Village, it's hard to find."

"And you're going to kill him?" The flat-headed man was a little angry, "Don't worry, it's the same school as that girl, Dongcheng Middle School." The flat-headed man and the fake devil turned their heads and glanced at Wang Jingqiong.

The fake devil sighed even more helplessly, and waved his hand to let everyone go back. Then everyone walked towards the car parked on the side of the road.

"Find someone to keep an eye on him." The flat-headed man passed by the fake devil, and the flat-headed man inadvertently whispered in the tom's ear.

One by one, the cars drove back in the direction they had entered, and the dim sky was illuminated by the lights of a dozen cars. Reflecting the light, Wang Jingqiong saw Feng Jing and struggled, and the second uncle and the village chief let go of her. She ran towards him, smiling.

"Be careful." The second uncle behind him shouted, "Car." ”

"Ahh

Every danger of Wang Jingqiong is thrilling, and there is no accident this time. Wang Jingqiong's screams sounded at the same time, but she only heard her own screams.

When she opened her eyes, she had been picked up by Feng Jing.

When the roar sounded, Feng Jing sank into the front of the car for about 20 centimeters with one foot, and the other foot sank into the dirt for more than 20 centimeters.

The rear of the crashing car tilted slightly, and then there was no sound, and it stopped quietly.

Feng Jing put Wang Jingqiong down: "Don't be afraid, it's okay." ”

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