The pink butterfly paper kite, which was suddenly pulled by someone, suddenly sank downward, and then the pink butterfly paper kite, which lost its twine tie, was like a bird that escaped from the birdcage and regained its freedom, happily shaking the six whirring pink ribbons at its tail by the strong wind, soaring straight towards the western sky, getting smaller and smaller and soon disappearing into the vast blue sky.

With the fluttering butterfly paper kite, Qin San's childlike heart also became heavier and heavier, and finally, the partners seemed to hear a crisp sound of "pop", and Qin San's pure childlike heart fell straight down and shattered all over the ground......

Qin San, who was staring at his own pink butterfly paper kite, subconsciously ran two steps in the direction of the paper kite's flight, and immediately realized that his own move was purely senseless, and no matter how he could save the pink butterfly paper kite flying between heaven and earth today.

Qin San, who had never experienced such a bird qi, was completely furious.

Qin San stopped his pursuit, turned around, clenched his fists, stared at the bastard who deliberately tore off the paper kite twine, and suddenly waved his right hand and pointed directly at the bastard, and scolded angrily: "That bastard! Why did you tear off a paper kite?! …… If you don't have an explanation with someone today, you will want to taste the power of your Qin Qi's fists!! ”

Due to the suddenness of the incident, the four little brothers who were still giggling until this time suddenly understood that something had happened, they looked up in the direction of Qin San's finger, and saw that more than ten steps away, on the gentle slope of the Luoshui embankment, I don't know when there were six or seven half-grown children who were twelve or thirteen years old, and the bastard boy who was still carrying a paper kite in his hand in the middle position was the little bastard who deliberately tore off the twine and let Qin San's butterfly paper kite fly.

The little bastard is about twelve or thirteen years old, with a standard horned bun on his head, a thin and tall figure, a cyan silk robe, and a pair of white-bottomed soap boots, just that bastard face! In comparison, the face is always three points longer than that of other boys, and it begins to tilt upwards from the lower lip, and the whole chin is like a pouting shovel, and there are many spots on the cheeks on both sides of the nose The size of a young fly.

This is a bad little bastard with a shovel-like pock-faced horse-face!

Behind the pock-faced horse-faced little bastard, there were four tall young men with a big face and a whistle stick.

More than ten steps away from the pock-faced horse-faced little bastard, in the shade of the weeping willows on the Luoshui embankment, stood four scholars who looked like young students, who were talking and laughing at this side, pointing at something.

While speaking, the group of boys with pouting lips and glaring, raising their heads and nostrils to the sky with a look of disdain, chased butterflies and bees all the way, kicked the flowers and plants on the sandy land, and looked like the boss here was arrogant and domineering, and they came all the way to Qin Zheng and the others.

The four of their own family members dragged their whistle sticks and followed behind the bastard boys with a big grin.

Looking at this appearance, you already know that this pock-faced horse-faced little bastard is the leading brother of this group of bad breeds, and the flattering eyes of a group of stinky boys are gathered on the pock-faced horse face, and they seem to be waiting for this bad breed cub to give orders.

The pock-faced horse-faced little bastard glanced at Qin San, who was blowing up his wings like a fighting cock, with a look of disdain, and then tilted his head to look at Qin Zheng and Qin Dong, who had already surrounded him and looked at him angrily, not only did he spit on the ground with a "phew" sound, he sneered quite presumptuously, and shouted at Qin San viciously with a disdainful tone: "Pickled boy! Do you dare to let Ben Langjun explain to you?! Hey! …… Which aunt's calf nose is open, revealing your pickled skin?! Don't you know who Ben Lang-kun is? He even called Ben Lang Jun's smack! Hum! Hum! Believe it or not, Ben Langjun beat you up and tied you up and sent it to the government?! ”

Listening to the arrogant tone of the pock-faced horse-faced little bastard to the extreme, I thought that Qin Zheng and a few of them had encountered a hard stubble that was bullish today.

Qin Dong, who is as strong as an ox, has hundreds of pounds of stone grinders all day long by the boy as a thing to play in his own hands, and has always believed in his own two fists the size of a sand bowl, although he has never bullied others when he lived in his hometown, but he has never been despised and humiliated by the famous people here, and now he sees his brother's good paper kite being deliberately let go, and his questioning is not only fruitless, but also affects Erlangjun and his own family by the bullying of the horse-faced little bastard......

Wow yes yes! Is it tolerable or unbearable!

If you don't beat you today, this pickled band is broken and fractured, it is not your family's Qin!

Qin Dong's gangsters have always pursued the principle of not moving their mouths when they can move their fists, and not moving their hands when they can move their legs.

The black boy was furious for a while, his round black face rose purple, his arms trembled, and he stepped forward to pick up the pockmarked horse-faced little bastard to stew or cook it, but he didn't expect to take half a step but was blocked by Erlangjun reaching out.

Although Qin Dong is extremely powerful, upright and stubborn, but since he was a child, he has never disobeyed Qin Zheng Langjun for half a point, and it has always been Qin Zheng who points to where to fight and which is good to make it tight, but now that he is so lightly stopped by Erlangjun, although the black strong boy is holding his breath in his chest and feeling surprised, he still obediently pauses his figure.

The black boy Qin Dong was surprised, it was an extremely natural thing.

Thinking that Erlangjun Qin Zheng is the master of the most reckless and free and easy chivalrous and righteous deeds, when he was in his hometown, he has always been benevolent and righteous and kind, whether it is his own monthly case or the body and silver money given by his grandmother, eight or nine times out of ten are used by Lang Jun on the lonely old and weak, but in exchange for those rampant bullying and bullying in the township, Xiao Langjun has never been soft-hearted for more than half a point, and the arrogant and domineering words are fists to each other, And nine times out of ten, it was Qin Dong who overturned Yiyingren and asked him to compensate for the losses and apologize before the matter was settled.

Although Qin Dong had to accompany Erlangjun to eat some service on the stick of the family, he was waiting for the next time in his heart.

It's just that when he encounters such a group of pickled little pimples, such contempt and humiliation, Erlangjun not only stepped forward and pulled his fists at him, but also stopped himself lightly without saying a word, such a strange scene Qin Dong encountered for the first time, and it was inevitable that he would be surprised in his heart.

Mo said that Qin Dong was shocked in his heart, and even Qin Zheng's heart was inexplicably surprised at the moment.

It's not that Xiao Erlang is afraid of these pickled little bastards in front of him who are not worth mentioning at all, in this son's cognition, these brightly dressed and arrogant boys with arrogant expressions are just the children of those rich businessmen in the countryside around the ancient city market town.

The reason why Qin Zheng was surprised was because of the strange behavior of Yan Ping and Yan An.

A group of little brothers who go out to play together, they have always been one person and all the people are out of action, and the good sons and daughters under the rule of the Tang Dynasty have to care how many people there are on the other side, as long as there is a certain person, Hugh wants to bully a certain brother!

It's just that when Yan Ping and Yan An got up angrily, their faces suddenly changed inexplicably, they hung their heads and didn't move forward, their legs and feet trembled, and they didn't even dare to look at the pock-faced horse-faced little bastard, and their obscene and dirty expressions were very similar to the performance when Fang had just come out of the restaurant.

Looking at the two short, fat and cowardly quails behind him, and then at the pock-faced horse-faced little bastard with a contemptuous look on his toes in front of him, Qin Zheng Langjun's two cunning eyes rolled, and he snickered and understood the cause.

Isn't this the scene of those sloppy and broken scoundrels in their hometown, when they see their own house in the courtyard of the market, the obscene and cowardly appearance is reproduced?!

Hum! If that's the case, then it's no wonder!

It is necessary for your family Qin Zheng to help him sweep away such scourge bastards in the township for the Yan family brothers in one fell swoop!

Looking at this situation, the few little bastards in front of him are just a pretense for others to take a shelf, and the real initiator must be the son of a scoundrel who looks like a few scholars behind him and pointing at him and laughing here.

Qin Zheng has received a few words of life treasures from his third uncle Qin Xiao since he was a child, one of which is: Don't make a move easily, you must kill it all with one blow!

Hehe, today I won't blame your family Qin for being ruthless......

Erlang Jun Qin Zheng instantly changed his relaxed and comfortable expression, as if the arrogance and contempt shown by those bastard boys had nothing to do with him.

"Qin Dong, Qin San, hehe, don't be angry about this, what kind of heroes and heroes are they, they need to take care of their own identity and image, how can they be as knowledgeable as such bullshit pickled ghosts! Hehe, a group of bad scoundrels who only know how to cause trouble and can't even get into trouble are not as good as the rats, Hugh has to take care of him and wait! ”

What kind of hero? Need to take care of your own identity?

Who are these talking about? Are you waiting?

Oh my God! The hairy boy who just put on his hair on the top of his head has just put on his hair, and he is here to take care of his identity and image?

Oh, my God! Didn't you hear me wrong?!

Pickled imps who don't know bullshit? It's just a bad scoundrel who is not even as good as the rats?

Which of these are you talking about? Is it something?

Oh my God! A horned doll who has just tied her bun, pointing at the nose of a certain class in front of these twelve or thirteen-year-old half-sized children, and opening her mouth to make no sense of bullshit, a pickled little ghost who is not as good as a rat!

This bachelor's little bastard pointed his nose and scolded the street in public!

The noses of the bastard boys are almost crooked, and the bastard doll with a double hair and a white jade face is crooked, especially the pock-faced horse-faced little bastard is even more angry.

A certain Qian family's Xiaolangjun Qianjiang is the leading brother of Langjun in the ancient city and market town, and Langjun is the leading brother in these leading figures!

Today, I wanted to play a good trick and bully the friends of the dog cubs in front of Yan Ping and Yan An's two puppies, so as to teach the two puppies of the Yan family to know that the Yan family would be very sad if they offended the Qian family.

Unexpectedly, the Yan family's bastard friends turned out to be some difficult to get along with.

The black strong little boy who was released by his own paper kite seems to be a practicing family, the taller and stronger black strong boy seems to be a brute force, and this white-faced little bastard is like their leading big brother, treacherous and slippery, not to mention a stinky mouth, it is even more hateful, and the bad scoundrel who opens his mouth and closes his mouth to pickle the little ghost is not even as good as the rats, it is really infuriating!

Qian Jiang, the pock-faced horse-faced little bastard, only felt that the anger in his heart was rushing up in an instant, and the anger that couldn't pour out was so angry that the pock-faced horse-faced face of this guy rose purple and was almost about to burst.

You can't let go of this sharp-toothed bastard bitch!

If you can't teach this group of bastards a good lesson today, what kind of face will Qianjiang Xiaolangjun have to lead his own group of brothers in the future?

Hey! Since the kung fu of scolding the street is not as good as this little bastard, Qian Jiang will use his own fists to beat you obediently shut that stinky mouth.

The furious pock-faced horse-faced boy held his own strength beyond the ordinary, and there was an even stronger backup force behind him, so the little bastard bared his teeth and grinned, grabbed the little bastard's nose and rounded his fist and was about to thrash him......