After putting the brown sugar on the side of the bed, Qi Yan said, "You rest, I'll go out." ”

Tang Qiqi didn't pay attention to the ruthlessness that flashed in his black eyes, and responded, "Okay." ”

Qi Yan went out of the room and closed the door.

I changed my clothes, boiled hot water and went out.

"Special mother, I didn't look at the calendar when I went out today, damn." The yellow hair returned to the old place, covered the corners of his mouth that was still painful, and said to a few buddies while smoking, "That stinky boy really needs to clean him up one day." ”

"Which one?" One of them asked, lighting a cigarette.

In the smoke-filled place, there were more than a dozen young people in society, with different hair colors and earthy smells. Some leaned against the wall, while others simply sat on the ground.

The ground was littered with discarded cigarette butts, making the smoky miasma even more suffocating.

"Who else, except for that madman in this area, only he dares to do anything to us." Thinking of this, the yellow hair spat again.

"Brother." Suddenly, someone on the side pushed him violently.

The person who was irritable was pushed like this and scolded, "What kind of wind? ”

Unexpectedly, the reprimanded person not only did not stop, but grabbed it tighter, and looked at the young man who was walking towards this side not far away in panic, "That'...... That madman, madman......"

Not far away, the madman with yellow hair was walking towards this side, his feet were like stepping on clouds, but every step was full of danger.

Even if he was alone, his innate strong aura made a dozen people who were still lazy stand up straight.

"It's really good to be a bully?" Seeing the person clearly, the yellow hair inhaled the cigarette and choked in his throat, and the corners of his mouth began to hurt again after coughing it out.

Just pass by and be beaten up, and come to the door.

It's too much of a deception!

The yellow hair threw his hand on the ground and stepped on it a few times, stretched out his fingers to meet him, "I tell you, don't step too much......"

Before the word 'minute' could be spoken, the dangerous aura that came over his face as he approached made the yellow hair not have time to react, and a powerful fist slammed into his nose.

Suddenly, the smell of blood rippled from his nose, and blood slowly flowed down the hand covering his nose.

This punch ignited the flames of war in the air.

More than a dozen people swarmed up and rushed straight towards the middle boy.

Some of them who had fought with the teenager were still a little apprehensive at first, but it can be seen that the others did not hesitate to rush to the top.

How to say that it is on their territory, and no one dares to set foot in this half step, but today they are being chased by people.

If you don't fight back, you'll be a P gangster.

The scene was chaotic, and all that was left was roaring and noise.

Ten minutes later.

As all the voices faded away, replaced by moans, the middle boy had made a path for himself.

With slender legs, the wind under his feet was a little ruthless, stepping on the dignity of the loser, step by step, and finally stopped in front of the yellow hair.

The yellow hair subconsciously wanted to step back, but the collar was grabbed, and the upper body was in a semi-suspended state under the strong arm.

At the same time, a cold voice smashed down:

"Next time, your nest will be the place to be buried."

The yellow hair was speechless, but he knew that the madman in front of him did what he said.

"I ......" TM water reversal is not as bad as him.

However, the loser did not have any qualifications to speak, and as soon as he squeezed out a word, his neck tightened.

The knotted hand tightened his neck a little, "You can try." ”