The northern suburbs of the southern capital, Fujia Village.

This village has an excellent geographical location, surrounded by mountains and rivers, with beautiful mountains and rivers. Most of the people surnamed Fu live here, although Fujia Village is beautiful and beautiful, it is not big, only about 20 families, more than 100 people. Located at the entrance of the village, Fukangan's home is a simple three-room grass hut surrounded by a row of fences, which is very conspicuous and easy to identify.

Outside the village, the official road leading to the entrance of the village.

A group of teenage children get together and beat a child who is curled up on the ground. Among them, a boy in a brocade robe stood aside and did not come up.

He yelled, "Hit, hit me hard!" ”

With the boy's loud roar, the gathered children swung their fists and struck at one of the children who was curled up on the ground, and the fists rained down in a very dense manner. Although the strength of the fist was not strong and did not hurt the muscles and bones, it also beat the children in the center to the point that their noses were blue and their faces were swollen.

However, the fist hit the child, and did not make the child scream.

This child, dressed in a coarse cloth robe, has a lean body, a sallow face, and a bloodshot eye, and at first glance looks like a frail and sickly person. He was beaten by the children around him, his face was already blue and purple, and the neatly combed bun on his head was also scattered, very embarrassed.

He gritted his teeth, silent, and had a rebellious look on his face.

"Stop!"

The immature voice came, and the brocade-robed boy standing on the periphery shouted. The boy was about twelve years old, with a disc face and a lump of fat on his face. He looked at the beaten boy, walked over slowly, bent down, and asked in a low voice, "Fuxu, do you accept it or not?" ”

The boy with a sallow face, named Fu Xu, was Huang Zhong's son.

Fu Xu raised his head, his face hideous. said: "Fuzhi, I won't accept it!" ”

Fuzhi is the name of the brocade boy.

He looked at Fu Xu, and the god sèyīn Shen. Said loudly: "Fuxu, why are you not convinced? Your father is in his forties, and he is still a school captain who guards the door, and he has no rights. My father is in his thirties and is already the county magistrate of a county. Can a man who guards the city gate compare to the county magistrate? Your dad can't compare to my dad, and you certainly can't compare to me. Say, to accept or not to accept? ”

Fu Xu raised his head and said loudly: "Don't accept it!" ”

When Fu Zhi heard this, he immediately shouted: "Hit, give me a hard beating." Hmph, anyway, every time I beat you, your father swallows his anger and is the eighth king of ten thousand years, and he doesn't dare to squeak. This time. I'll let them beat you harder, so that you can't get off cuáng for half a month, and when you see me in the future, you dare to say that you are not convinced. ”

Fu Xu roared: "Fu Zhi, don't push me to be anxious, provoke me, I'll fight with you." ”

"Desperate?"

Fu Zhi laughed and said, "It's good to work hard, you are a natural sick seedling, although you have great strength." But every time you try your best, you will be stabbed at your condition. After you are desperate, lying on the cuáng, I am afraid that the dancing butterfly sister will cry again with rain. Well, you can rest assured that you will work hard, and I will take care of the dancing butterfly for you after you die, so rest assured. ”

Fu Xu roared: "Fu Zhi, you deceive people too much! ”

He stood up abruptly. With his fists clenched, his eyes widened, staring at Fuzhi. Invisibly, a breathtaking momentum emanated from Fu Xu's body, which was impossible to see.

"Kick! Step on! ”

Fu Zhi took two steps back and looked at Fu Xu in horror. Immediately, he continued to take a few steps back and yelled, "Quick, rush up and hit me hard." That kid has been sick since he was a child, and he won't last long before he will lie down, this time he used force on his own, and it's no wonder that he was injured. ”

All the boys were afraid of Fuzhi and did not dare to be disobedient, so they all waved their fists and rushed forward.

At this time, Fuxu's sallow face had become red. This kind of red sè is not caused by anger and anger, but because the body's qi and blood are churning, and after surging up, Fu Xu's face is full of blood and red.

Fusu mustered all his strength and walked towards the children who rushed towards him.

"Bang!"

When a child rushed over, Fusu threw a punch and smashed the rushing person into the air. I heard a scream, and the child flew out upside down, lying on the ground and screaming.

"Ah??!h

A scream rang out, and all the children were knocked to the ground by Fusu.

Although Fu Xu is young, he is extremely powerful, and his fists are swinged, like a tiger coming out of the mountain, it is difficult to resist.

"Ahem! Cough! ”

After a while, Fusu's body couldn't bear it.

He coughed incessantly, bent over, put his hands on his knees, and the flush on his face grew more and more intense. In the end, Fu Xu couldn't suppress the churning qi and blood in his heart, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out, and the dripping blood stained the clothes in front of Xiōng. Fu Xu stood with his hands on his knees, swaying yù pendant, feeling his body fluttering, as if he was about to fly.

Seeing this, Fuzhi was overjoyed and shouted: "Quick, go up and beat him, beat him." The children were beaten badly by Fusu and were very embarrassed, and now seeing that Fuxu was exhausted, he quickly got up and rushed towards Fuxu.

At this moment, a deep and loud voice came: "Stop! ”

As the voice fell, in the eyes of the children, three people walked in the distance.

One of them was dressed in brocade clothes, wearing a long crown on his head, and a war knife at his waist, revealing a sense of nobility all over his body. The two people beside him, the person on the left had a war knife hanging from his waist, majestic; The person on the right is carrying two sledgehammers behind his back, which is very vicious.

When Fu Zhi asked the boy who followed him to beat Fu Xu, Wang Xu's carriage drove over.

Wang Xu heard the noise, lifted the curtain of the carriage, and watched the battle outside the window.

Zhang Meng had no interest in the child fighting, and suggested continuing to rush and arrive at Fukang's house as soon as possible. Wang Xu saw that a child was beaten, although he had the intention of saving people, he still nodded in agreement with Zhang Meng's words. For the two of them, the battle of will between a group of little children is purely a toss and has no meaning.

However, at this time, Fukang Safety repeatedly pleaded to get out of the car.

The reason for this was the sallow child who was beaten.

It was his son, and at a glance, Fukangan recognized it.

When Wang Xu saw the frail and sickly sallow children waving their fists from afar, defeating a group of children who rushed up, a strange feeling rose in his heart, the child in front of him was probably Fukangan's son Fuxu, and he also got sex from Lin Hao, and there was a frail and sickly child in Fukangan's family.

has martial arts, but his body is thin, it must be a blessing.

Wang Xu knew it in his heart, and without waiting for Fukangan to react, he strode forward first and said, "Okay, let's disperse!" ”

The voice is not loud, the tone is not high, but there is an unquestionable taste. A group of children were about to rush up to beat Fuxu, but after hearing Wang Xu's words, they all stopped and did not rush forward.

In a word, it is like a mantra. (To be continued.) )