Chi Jiao's cry attracted a lot of eyes to look sideways.

But no one wants to meddle.

The black-clothed young man looked at the girl who was squatting on the ground and shivering, and couldn't help grinning, "It's cowardly now, it's too late!" ”

He was about to reach out to grab Chi Jiao's hair, but before his hand touched Chi Jiao, he was firmly grasped by a big hand with distinct fingerbones.

The black-clad young man only felt that the hand that grabbed his wrist was like an iron tong, almost crushing his wrist bone, and it hurt him to bare his teeth.

He turned his head and suddenly crashed into a pair of black eyes full of yin owl violence.

"Who are you? Let go of Lao Tzu! The black-clad young man's voice had just fallen, and a fist landed on the bridge of his nose quickly and hard.

The black-clad young man looked dark, covered his nose and screamed and took several steps backwards before he could barely stabilize his figure.

A few teenagers who had been watching this side not far away saw that something was wrong here, and they all carried wine bottles and walked this way.

Quan Jue walked up to Chi Jiao, who was squatting on the ground and holding her hair trembling, staring at her with dark eyes, "Stand up." ”

Hearing a familiar voice sounding overhead, the corners of Chi Jiao's lips hooked as if nothing, and then she raised her head, her eyes filled with a mist of grievances, and looked at the young man standing in front of her.

"Brother Quan."

Quan Jue couldn't stand Chi Jiao looking at him with those misty eyes, whenever she looked like this, he wanted to bully her fiercely, or even break her.

Such perverted thoughts made him feel that he probably really inherited that woman's madness.

"Still squatting there? Preparing long mushrooms? Quan Jue turned his gaze, and his tone was as cold as ever.

"I, my feet are numb." The girl's soft voice seemed to carry a crying tone.

Quan Jue rubbed his eyebrows irritably, and then stretched out his hand to Chi Jiao.

A small, soft hand rested on the palm of his hand, slightly scorching warm.

Quan Jue shook the little hand hard and pulled Chi Jiao up from the ground.

"Big brother, are you okay?" The three teenagers also rushed to the young man in black and asked him with concern.

The young man in black raised his hand to wipe his nosebleed, and stared at Chi Jiao and Quan Jue with a fierce face, "Cripple the man for me, and take the woman away for me!" ”

Several teenagers immediately surrounded Quan Jue and Chi Jiao.

Quan Jue could feel Chi Jiao's palms sweating, turned his head to look at her, and saw that the girl was staring at him with those black glass bead-like eyes, and couldn't help but relax his tone, "Close your eyes, and you'll be fine soon." ”

Chi Jiao obediently closed her eyes.

The ecstasy of the heart is like a tornado.

She finally held hands with him.

Looks like he doesn't hate her as much as he seems!

This kind of realization made Chi Jiao's excitement almost uncontrollable.

She has a problem with sweating easily when she is excited.

As everyone knows, she just sweated, but Quan Jue mistakenly thought that she was afraid of cold sweat.

Those teenagers were not Quan Jue's opponents at all, Chi Jiao knew it.

Therefore, she closed her eyes and waited with peace of mind.

The screams rang out one after another, and after about five or six minutes, Chi Jiao's ears returned to calm.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw the three teenagers lying on the ground and chirping, looking a little badly injured.

The black-clothed young man was still standing, but he looked at Quan Jue, his expression was like seeing a ghost, and his legs kept trembling.

In the process of Quan Jue's fight just now, he saw with his own eyes how ruthless the means were.

The boy was simply insane, and he was sure that if it wasn't illegal to kill someone, he would have killed them all.