Yu Xi's body is still the white plush coat he usually wears.

The sky was drizzling like a hair, and it was like falling snow in the dim light of the streetlights.

She snapped her hat casually over her head, and two fluffy snowballs hung down the brim.

The white legs under the shorts are straight, especially conspicuous in the dark alleys. Qin Luzhen never thought that her petite body would have such strength!

"It's very bullish, three big men really have a face to beat a woman!"

There was a mocking smile on the corner of Yu Xi's mouth, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

With that, as she slowly walked to the front, she was hit with a sudden sideways kick, and her calf kicked extremely the stomach of the "black jacket".

This kick didn't leave any strength at all, and after the "black jacket" screamed, he fell to the ground holding his stomach and couldn't make a sound for a long time.

Yuxi's face didn't even change a bit, she bent down to pick up the iron rod left on the ground, and dragged it behind her as she moved, the end of which brushed the ground with a terrible sound.

The corners of his eyes are crooked, and his smile is as sweet as an angel, but the words in his mouth are like demons in hell!

"Hehe, you can still smash people? Which hand, it's useless to keep it anyway, so I don't think I want it. ”

Yu Xi played with the iron rod in his hand, but this cold soaking feeling was a good thing.

When it comes to cold weapons, there is a mainstream "Four King Kongs" in the industry.

The knife is the number one weapon in cold weapons, and it is known as the "handsome among soldiers".

And the gun, which evolved from the ancient spear, is the second highest gun in cold weapons, and is known as the king of a hundred soldiers. The gun is like a dragon going to sea, and the gun is like a tiger returning to the cave, and it is called "the thief among the soldiers".

As for the sword, the "King of a Hundred Soldiers" was often a status symbol in ancient times, ranking third among cold weapons.

If you talk about this stick, the ranking will be a little later. Although it is not like the previous weapon that directly causes the scene of flesh and blood flying, it still inflicts heavy damage on the enemy when it goes down, and it has the identity of "the ancestor of a hundred soldiers".

This minion can't do it, but the eye for picking things is excellent.

rubbed the iron rod in his hand, and smashed the right wrist of the "hunchbacked thin man"! A crisp crack of bones sounded in the silent alley.

The "thin man" screamed miserably, the whole person sweated like rain, covered his wrists and wailed, and rolled on the ground with his wrists.

Yu Xi raised his eyebrows, the whole person squatted down, the iron rod in his hand poked the chin of the "thin man", and the corners of his eyes crooked and smiled.

"Shhhhh Don't want your teeth anymore? ”

The frightened thin man hurriedly closed his mouth, and could only let out a low moan of pain in his suppressed throat. Yuxi patted his face and smiled with satisfaction.

Tilting his head slightly, his eyes moved slightly, and his gaze fell on Zhang Yeran who was not far away.

She got up and took two steps forward, looking condescendingly at the person at her feet. Zhang Yeran was smashed to the ground by himself, his face was covered with blood, but it was mixed with dirty muddy water, his face was very flowery, and the whole person was extremely embarrassed.

Yu Xi put the iron rod in his hand on the ground, put his hands against the part of the iron rod, lowered his whole body, and tilted his head to look at the person at his feet.

"It turns out that you are Zhang Yeran. It's really a long-standing name! ”

Zhang Yeran on the ground struggled to get up, but he couldn't move far after holding on several times, and he looked at the girl next to him with fear in his eyes, as if the other party was a life-seeking Shura, a powerful ghost who eats people!

Yu Xi looked at it for a while, and was disappointed as much as he expected, and thought it was a character, but he didn't expect it to be so useless.

She turned around and walked back to Qin Luzhen's side step by step, a shallow smile on the corner of her mouth, and handed the iron rod in her hand to Qin Luzhen's eyes casually.

Reflecting the dim yellow of the street lamp, almost a meter of iron rods, there is a unique luster of metal.

Blood beads were dripping down the murder weapon.

Under such a dim light, this color fell in Qin Luzhen's eyes, and it was as black as ink.

She shrank back sharply, raised her head in dazed and frightened manner, and looked at the whisper in front of her.

"Take it. What are you afraid of, according to your head, as long as you go down with a stick, you will be free. ”

Yuxi was dressed in white, with an innocent smile on his face, and his sweet voice was like an angel, casually saying words like death.

Seeing that Qin Luzhen didn't react for a long time, Yuxi put one hand in her trouser pocket, squatted down in front of her, and raised the iron rod in her hand, as if she was showing off her toys.

Yu Xi took Qin Luzhen's hand and stuffed the iron rod in his hand into her hand.

Yu Xi turned sideways to let go of the picture behind her, her fingers casually slicing across the cold air. Under the dim street lamps and in the muddy rainy night, a black funeral was staged.

This kind of language is what she originally looked like!

Qin Luzhen looked at each other stupidly, her whole mind was a little confused, it seemed that everything had changed so suddenly, she didn't have time to think about it carefully.

Zhang Yeran was lying on the ground like that, just like she had been after being abused by him, and there was a trace of struggle in her eyes.

Whether it was the relationship for so many years, or whether she had long been used to such days, Qin Luzhen didn't know, she didn't even know what mood she was in now.

The pleasure of revenge is mixed with fear, grievance and relief in my heart......

Countless emotions all came up at this moment.

The touch in her hand was a little sticky, tingling in her palm. Qin Luzhen couldn't hold it anymore, so she hurriedly changed her hand to hold it.

Qin Luzhen subconsciously looked down, and in her white palm, the sticky touch turned out to be a frightening bright red!

The color of blood!

Chen Yu stood beside Qin Luzhen, leaning against the dusty wall, lighting a cigarette and smoking.

The back of the hand rubbed against the jaw full of broken beard, and the wound was not deep, but it did see red. With the movements of his men, the blood stained half of his face, mixed with the dirt of muddy water, and the whole person was in a state of embarrassment.

His own blood remained on his fingers holding the cigarette, and pale blue smoke spat out of his mouth. Chen Yu looked at everything that happened beside him and didn't say a word.

Zhang Yeran struggled to get up, and the blood loss on his head made him dizzy.

When he saw the three people in front of him clearly, he quickly turned his head to look at his own people, only to see that the two had already collapsed behind him.

At this moment, Zhang Yeran woke up, and his eyes were full of fear when he looked at the girl again, as if the person in front of him was a life-seeking ghost from the King of Yama, and the iron rod in Qin Luzhen's hand on the side was even deeper in his fear!

Looking at Qin Luzhen, who was holding an iron rod, a trace of fierceness flashed in her eyes, and Zhang Yeran was a little intimidated.