At the moment when the knife flashed cold light and stabbed at her body, Lan Jieying closed her eyes.

There was a "bang", followed by a howl, and a hand fell on Lan Jieying's shoulder, "Lan Jieying? ”

What a familiar voice, it is Chen Xingqiang's.

Lan Jieying opened her eyes and met Chen Xingqiang's concerned eyes.

"Chen Xingqiang." Lan Jieying's tears flowed silently.

"Where are you hurt?"

Lan Jieying shook her head.

The people around me disappeared all of a sudden.

"Chen Qingsheng, if you have to fucking come here to find death, don't blame me." Chen Xingqiang ran towards Scarface, who was about to run.

Scarface was kicked by Chen Xingqiang, holding his stomach with one hand, running forward with his waist hunched, and was caught up by Chen Xingqiang in a few steps, and he was kicked again, and the whole person fell forward and turned over.

Chen Xingqiang walked up to Scarface, who was rolling on the ground, his eyes widened, his eyes were blood-red, and his huge fist smashed down.

"Don't fight, Uncle Xingqiang, I didn't hurt her, you see, this knife is fake, and I'm also scaring her." Scarface knew the power of Chen Xingqiang's fist, so he moved back in fright, and then fiddled with the knife to Chen Xingqiang, it was a plastic knife coated with silver powder.

"Bang", a punch to Scarface's chest, "This punch was supposed to hit you in the head." ”

"Uncle Xingqiang, I should fight."

"Lan Jieying, come here." Chen Xingqiang snatched the knife from Scarface's hand and walked towards Lan Jieying with him in one hand.

Lan Jieying didn't know what Chen Xingqiang was going to do, and looked at him in confusion.

Scarface looked at Chen Xingqiang in fear, and then at Lan Jieying.

"Here, Lan Jieying, just poke him with a plastic knife to see if it hurts?" Chen Xingqiang stuffed the plastic knife into Lan Jieying's hand.

Lan Jieying looked at the knife that was shining with cold light, and then at Scarface, hesitating.

"Uncle Xingqiang, don't come nonsense, you can't poke it, it will hurt people." Scarface said tremblingly.

"You also know it hurts? If I hadn't kicked her just now, wouldn't you have poked her a long time ago? Chen Xingqiang lifted the chicken, squatted his scarred face in front of Lan Jieying, and the pain made him straighten his mouth.

"Poke him! Poke hard! Looking at Lan Jieying, who was still hesitant, Chen Xingqiang said loudly.

"In the summer, he wears less, and he will be poked." Lan Jieying's hands were shaking.

Chen Xingqiang snatched the knife, rounded his right arm, and stabbed it into Scarface's chest.

"Ahh

"Don't stab—" Lan Jieying shouted anxiously, she was afraid that Chen Xingqiang would kill someone and eat a lawsuit.

Chen Xingqiang's knife stopped less than two centimeters away from Scar's face, and then he moved the knife to the man's thigh, and slowly pressed it, so painful that Scar's face howled, and he didn't forget to ask for help, "Uncle Xingqiang, Uncle Xingqiang, spare me?" ”

Seeing the sweat rolling down Scarface's face, the scar kept trembling, Chen Xingqiang stopped his hand, shook his right hand, and Scarface howled and flew out a few meters away.

"Chen Qingsheng, I haven't used my left hand yet, you are fucking screaming like that, didn't you just use all your strength to assassinate a girl? You can endure it very much, our village has produced you, a powerful person who beats girls, and there is green smoke on your ancestral grave. ”

"Uncle Xingqiang, don't say it. I was deluded for a moment, and I was instructed by him. Scarface said, and saw the lame leg holding a stick and smashing it into the back of Chen Xingqiang's head, "Get out of the way!" ”

Lan Jieying also found out, and yelled at the same time, "Xingqiang-" She wanted to push Chen Xingqiang away, but it was too late.

Chen Xingqiang also felt a gust of wind behind his ears, felt the breath of danger, and turned to the right, and the stick smashed into his left arm, causing a sharp pain. But he endured the pain, grabbed the stick, pulled hard, and then threw it outward, and the lame leg was thrown out a few meters like a burden, and fell to the ground, rolling a few more times, moaning in his mouth.

Chen Xingqiang strode over with a stick and poked his right leg with a stick, the lame man screamed in pain, begging, "Brother, don't poke my right leg, my left leg is already useless, poke it again, my right leg is also useless." ”

"Oh, you're a lame man, your leg is lame, it's no wonder you're so bad? Simply, I have made this leg of yours lame, and then it will be balanced, and the heart can be straightened. Chen Xingqiang said, raising the stick in his hand with his right hand, and helping with his left hand, like pounding rice cakes.

"Don't! Do you know who I am? If you hurt me, you're in for a treat! The lame leg suddenly screamed.

"It doesn't matter who you are, I only know that when the road is uneven, draw a sword to help." After Chen Xingqiang finished speaking, he smashed the stick that stopped in mid-air.

"Ahh

"Xingqiang, don't hurt him." Lan Jieying was afraid that Chen Xingqiang would cause trouble.

"Hey! It's wrong, and the leg is not broken. Again. Chen Xingqiang deliberately said loudly, and raised the stick high.

"Brother, I beg you, this piece of flesh on my thigh has been poured down by you, and it hurts me to death. For the sake of me having broken a leg, spare me. The lame hugged Chen Xingqiang's thigh, begging for mercy, if he could kneel, at this moment, he would have already knelt down.

"Spare you?" The stick in Chen Xingqiang's hand was still aimed directly at his right leg, "Why are you bullying my junior sister?" Truth be told, there is a little bit of falsehood, and I will never spare you. You bully a girl, I'll report it to the Public Security Bureau, you know what will happen. If you don't believe me, you can ask the deputy director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, that's my cousin, who is a round older than me and belongs to a pig; His mother is my aunt, called Xing Yanhua. ”

When I heard it, there was such a deputy director, who was mainly concerned with public security, and had always been known for his severity. "I said, I said."

The lame leg first told him about the last time he intercepted Lan Jieying.

"Is it true?" Chen Xingqiang asked Lan Jieying.

Lan Jieying nodded.

"Later, I can't forget the chick," the lame leg pumped his mouth, "I can't forget this young lady, so I took advantage of the opportunity to pedal three rounds to look around, and finally found her in the medical school, so I quietly followed, seeing that there was no chance to start in the afternoon, because there would always be someone behind her, so I chose this hottest noon." After the lame finished speaking, he looked at Chen Xingqiang timidly, afraid that his stick would fall straight down.

"How did you find him?" Chen Xingqiang pointed at Scarface.

"A few days ago, when he was in my car, I saw his long scar, and knew that he might be a combative and troublesome guy, so I talked to him, and knew that he had just come to Pingjiang and wanted to find a job to do, but he didn't want to work hard, so I wanted to take advantage of him, so I said, follow me in the future, there will be food, clothing, and fun. And he agreed. The lame spoke with a dry mouth and smoke in his throat, and he licked his lips and looked at the stick standing on it, always afraid of falling on his thighs at once.

"Brother, you're tired of lifting, put it down first, you have to use it for a while, and it's not too late to lift it again." The lame said tremblingly.

"I'm not tired, you say!"

"So I told him to stop a very pretty little girl first, and then—" He was too frightened to continue.

"Say!" Chen Xingqiang's stick fell a few inches.

"Let's play dead ...... together"

"Stop!" Chen Xingqiang interrupted, he knew what to say later.

"What else do you know about her?" Chen Xingqiang pointed at Lan Jieying.

"I also know that she has a younger sister at Lanxi Elementary School."

"What are your plans?"

"I, I, have no intentions." The lame eyes flashed, but they did not avoid Chen Xingqiang's eyes.

The stick fell lightly and poked into the lame thigh, and the lame immediately howled, "It hurts me, I say." ”