The clerk took her mobile phone and turned off Weibo, but she didn't know that there was another storm.

After Feng Li chose a few more clothes and pants, he also chose a few pairs of shoes.

After paying the bill, Feng Li touched the little change left in his purse and thought:

It seems that in a few days I will have to do some part-time work to earn money, and I won't be able to last long with scholarships alone.

Feng Li and Feng Qiao carried things and walked to the mouth of an alley.

But I didn't want to be intercepted by a group of people in suits.

The leader wore a pair of sunglasses and held an iron rod in his hand, followed by a dozen people.

The man winked at his brother in the shadows, and the man understood.

Quickly got up, and quickly carried Feng Qiao away, covering her mouth.

The man looked at Feng Qiao and said with a slight apology:

"I'm sorry, miss, but the head of the house ordered me to take you home."

Feng Qiao bit the man's hand hard and shouted loudly at Feng Li's back:

"Brother Fengli! Bad apple! You let go of me!"

Feng Li listened to Feng Qiao's eager shout, turned around quickly, his pupils shrank sharply, but he saw Feng Qiao being taken into the car by a man in a suit.

Feng Qiao's voice became smaller and smaller, the distance became farther and farther away, and the person slowly disappeared.

Feng Li raised his steps, just trying to catch up. The leader spit the toothpick in his mouth on the ground, and his voice mocked:

"Stinky boy, I can tell you clearly, Miss Feng Qiao will be fine.

And whether you have anything to do or not, the decision is all in our hands! Hahaha!"

Feng Lixing's eyes narrowed slightly, put the bag in his hand aside, sneered, and opened his thin lips slightly.

"Liu Zhengyan's people, I guessed correctly, right?"

Feng Li pulled his neckline with a cold expression, and his fair and thin collarbone was instantly exposed, revealing an ascetic but seductive light.

The leader was surprised for a moment and said:

"Stinky boy, that's right, we're Madame Liu's people! You've got a lot of brains!

However, it's a pity, you are destined to die in the hands of Lao Tzu today!"

Feng Li sneered and brushed his sleeve to his elbow, revealing his white arm.

His eyes were lazy and slightly lifted, and he said lightly:

"Oh, don't say too much."

The man at the head glanced at the brothers behind him and shouted:

"Brothers, give me a hard hit. After completing the task, Mrs. Liu will be rewarded!"

The group of people became excited when they thought of this, and each of them had a thick iron rod in his hand, and there were no less than ten people in total.

"Okay! Stinky boy, offended, on! Give me a swollen face of his!"

The people behind the man at the head all moved, striding towards the wind.

Feng Li took a step, took a step with long legs, and took advantage of the momentum to move forward.

The man with the iron rod was suppressed by his momentum, and the timid trembled.

it! How could they be afraid of this teenager!

The leader gritted his teeth, waved his iron rod, and quickly attacked the wind.

Feng Li turned over and jumped, and the slender figure drew a graceful arc in the air.

His expression was calm and cold, glancing at the group of people on the ground who were actually cowardly.

He leaped to his feet and knocked one of them down quickly, sweeping his slender legs away.

The man fell to the ground in response, the iron rod in his hand fell, smashed on his body, let out a miserable cry, and fainted directly.

Feng Li didn't frown, and glanced at the fainted man with a cold expression.

Raising his white and slender hand, he quickly picked up the iron rod in his hand.

Then he quickly got up, and a set of movements came down so perfectly.