But for those ugly men, it's like the sound of death is infinitely approaching them......

Mo Zhihan walked to Shi Xia's side, took off his black blazer, squatted down elegantly, and draped his clothes over Shi Xia's thin but delicate body.

Shi Xia looked at Mo Zhihan's eyes drowsily, full of confusion, why is he here?

But Mo Zhihan seemed to automatically ignore the confusion in Shi Xia's eyes, lightly opened his thin lips, and a magnetic indifferent voice sounded in the box.

"Who made you look like this?"

It was obviously a bland sentence that could not be more bland, but the big Hans around suddenly felt a cool breeze.

There are always countless people who are not afraid of death.

A burly, muscular middle-aged man with an unusually obvious scar on his face jumped out of the crowd in an extremely conspicuous manner.

The middle-aged man with a scar looked at Mo Zhihan's thin figure, just a little tall, nothing to be afraid of, just a stinky boy who loves to be in the limelight, thinking about it, he opened his throat and shouted fiercely at Mo Zhihan.

"Who are you, the injuries on her body are drawn by Lao Tzu, what, do you still want to come to a drama of heroes saving beauties? Phew, don't look at yourself a few pounds and taels, Lao Tzu will pinch you to death with one hand. ”

Mo Zhihan's flat face finally had a hint of expression, but it was just mockery.

The voice of indifference sounded again.

"It turns out that you got it!"

After speaking, Mo Zhihan stood up unhurriedly, Shi Xia didn't know Mo Zhihan's skills, and he didn't remember the last time he was drunk.

Shi Xia was afraid that he would suffer, so he hurriedly took his hand and was about to open his mouth to remind him, but he was interrupted by a word.

"Trust me!"

Then he gently took Shi Xia's hand off his shirt.

Then, the big man with the scar who was in the limelight watched Mo Zhihan walk towards him step by step, and he was full of confidence just now, and he suddenly felt a little panicked in his heart.

Pretending to be bold, he pointed his finger at Mo Zhihan and shouted: "If you dare to come, Lao Tzu will get it" Before you finished speaking, there was a sudden roar like killing a pig in the box.

That's right, the finger of the scarred man was broken in an instant, and the finger that was originally straight had been bent into a "7", and the arm was also made to face forward, front and back, with a hideous face.

And Mo Zhihan, who did it, was still expressionless, as if it was not him who did it, and he was still elegant and abstinent.

After that, Mo Zhihan directly broke the scarred man to the ground with one hand, and the leather shoes stepped directly on the man's hand, and there was another miserable roar.

This action directly strangled the ugly men next to him who had just risen a little confidence in the cradle.

When those people saw this scene, they knew that the man in front of them was not easy to mess with, and they wanted to run out of the door, but Mo Zhihan's voice came like a hellish Shura.

"One, don't even think about running!"

Those people were like their feet were attracted by a magnetic field, and they couldn't move an inch or an inch, and they all looked like they had met Lord Hades.

……

It didn't take long.

Mo Zhihan used extremely fast and violent means to knock those people to the ground.

Sure enough, none of them succeeded, and those who fell to the ground had to go to the hospital for two months......

Shi Xia looked at Mo Zhihan, who was wiping his hands with toilet paper in front of him, and actually felt that he was not unfamiliar with his actions, and even seemed to know what he was going to do next!

Shi Xia automatically ignored these sudden familiarities, and then, after Mo Zhihan knocked those people unconscious, the last nerve collapsed, and his vision gradually darkened.

You, it's okay, it turns out, Mo Zhihan, I really like you, I don't know what to do, and I go deep......

Mo Zhihan turned his head and saw the scene of Shi Xia gradually falling to the ground, the calm on his face all vanished, some were just worried, panicked, and a trace of collapse, as if his sky had finally fallen.

Mo Zhihan flew over at lightning speed, and carefully hugged Shi Xia's body, which was still a few centimeters away from falling to the ground, in his arms, not noticing that his hand was rubbing too much against the ground, causing a large piece of skin on the back of his hand to fall off.

Shi Xia only faintly heard his voice calling for himself.

"Shixia, wake up soon......"

Then Mo Zhihan's voice gradually blurred from his own world until it disappeared......