Chapter Eighty-Seven: Scared Diapers

The bald brother is rarely left alone, and it is not until today that he has found an opportunity, and the motorcycle party has moved into the nest, vowing to abolish the bald brother's shame.

Mao Zhilong's wrist flicked, and the iron chain coiled on his forearm spread out with a clatter, like a dead snake with scattered bones, his eyes looked at He Shang coldly, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"The bald brother is so interested! Running to this place where the bird doesn't to get a ji, what? was blown up with chrysanthemums, and I couldn't even stand on my feet! A tall and thin man with his hair dyed like a mixed sauce jar walked up to make fun, looking at He Shang with a strange smile.

"Haha! The bald brother is still a sufferer! Look at his bear-like ...... walking on the wall."

"Tsk! The small attack looks pretty good. ”

The bikers got out of the car one after another, pulled out iron rods, bats and other guys from the back seat, gathered around and began to coax and ridicule.

Mao Zhilong quietly let his subordinates shout, in his opinion, it is impossible for the bald brother to escape today, and it doesn't hurt to play a game of cat and mouse.

Xu Qing suddenly turned his head and said with a puzzled expression: "What do you mean by engaging in base?" He Shang, who was covered with iron-faced, suddenly lost his anger, gritted his teeth and said: "Paralyzed, let's hide in this place and play with chrysanthemums and cut them!" ”

Mao Zhilong was very proud when he saw He Shang's angry appearance, and pointed with a chain in his hand: "Bald, are you stupid?" Just because you and the little crumbs that pop out of this mess still want to cut Lao Tzu? ”

Hearing this, Xu Qing rushed up angrily, patted He Shang on the shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Stand firm, help me hold my schoolbag." ”

He Shang knew that Xu Qing was about to make a move, so he quickly stood up, took the schoolbag and carried it on his shoulder, his eyes were full of excitement.

Xu Qing took two steps forward, tilted his head, the bone joints on his neck made two crackling sounds, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "Less ink, hurry up." ”

Mao Zhilong was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to the head of the sauce jar behind him.

The head of the sauce jar immediately stepped forward with a baseball bat, pointed at Xu Qing's nose and scolded viciously: "Little miscellaneous, find ......" The last word was still blocked in his throat, Xu Qing took a step forward diagonally, grabbed his ankle, and lifted him out.

However, this series of actions is indeed too fast, so that in the eyes of the motorcycle party, the head of the sauce jar seems to have slipped and fallen out of his own feet, and he also played a trick in mid-air, backflipping 360 degrees, landing face down, no splash, but knocking out a row of front teeth, this thing is tough, stunned for a while, and passed out directly when he closed his eyes.

The motorcycle party looked at each other, and with a little look, they already knew that they had encountered a hard stubble, and they were still a very ruthless character, so they couldn't help but take two steps back.

"Let's go up together, kill this kid......" Mao Zhilong snorted coldly, raised the chain in his hand and pulled it horizontally towards Xu Qing's neck, and the motorcycle party was bold in vain, waving the guys in their hands and pounced together.

The nine guys who took the guy did it empty-handed, and the pressure also pressed him down.

Xu Qing's eyes were sharp, the movements in his hands accelerated in vain, and his feet were not idle, at first glance, it looked like a drunk person staggering through the crowd, whoosh! The iron chain whistled with the wind, but it swept into the air, Mao Zhilong's outstretched arm didn't have time to retract, only felt a sudden tightening of the wrist, and then the whole person turned around twice like a spinning top, and a black body in front of him involuntarily rushed forward.