Chapter 27: Young Master Doesn't Do It Yet?

"Boss, you're sick yourself, aren't you?" Every time there is a fight, he stands at the bottom, but the gangster who has the loudest voice speaks in an inaudible voice.

A few thugs hurriedly chimed in: "Yes, boss, you are really sick suddenly." That chick looks like that, how can she plot against you? ”

This remark is conclusive, and it makes the ghost feel suspicious.

After thinking for a while, the ghost said worriedly: "Then beat Ye Xisheng and rob me of the chick again." I'm going to go into the cave room tonight! ”

This time, the gangsters were all happy.

Ye Xisheng gritted his teeth: "Jinghua, run." As he spoke, he took a flat pole and put it across his chest: "In broad daylight, do you still have a royal law?" ”

"Your father and I are the king!" The thugs were smiling, as long as they weren't asking them to kill, they would do whatever they wanted.

The thugs rolled up their sleeves, knocked down Ye Xisheng's flat shoulder in three or two, pulled Ye Xisheng and Li Jinghua apart, and then divided into two groups of people, one pulled Li Jinghua out of the city, and the other group pressed Ye Xisheng to the ground and began to beat Ye Xisheng.

The onlookers began to talk again: "God is really not long-sighted, good people are bullied!" ”

"yes, why don't you take this villain?"

There were still some people who knew Ye Xisheng, and hurriedly ran to find Lizheng, wanting to settle the matter with the power of the government.

And in the noisy crowd, there were two people watching with solemn faces.

"Young Master, don't you want to make a move?" The man in his twenties asked with a cold expression.

This man has a shaved face, sword eyebrows and sideburns, is about 1.8 meters tall, his hands are behind his back, he is dressed in silver gray, and the samurai wears a short jacket as standard. This man is not bad-looking, but his face is already expressionless, and his face is more and more blue and black when he is lined by this clothes, as if everyone owes him 180,000 yuan, and it seems that his whole body is full of indifference that no one can approach.

"What's the hurry? You didn't see that the little girl made a sharp move, looked resolute, and didn't panic at all. It's good to watch the play, watch the play...... Oh, this little girl is more accurate than you, shy, could it be that she also fights martial arts? The young master's lips were lightly raised, and his peach blossom eyes were full of smiles.

"Young master, don't forget, this time I came out with a mission, not to play. Besides, Mr. Storyteller's routine is all heroes saving beauty......"

"Huh, again? It's been really stuffy lately, and it's easy to see such a wonderful play. I said Xiao Yao, are you the master, or am I the master? The young master's peach blossom eyes widened, and his mouth pouted: "Just listen to the story." Li Jinghua is a beauty, but there are so many beauties in the world, where can I save my master? Let's look at it, how much fun. ”

Xiao Yao closed his eyes slightly, helpless: "Li Jinghua, who has ruined his reputation, has no effect." The death of my uncle has no effect on Li Jinghua, who has a grudge against us. ”

The young master's peach blossom eyes were no longer frivolous, his face sank, and he was extremely cold: "Then before entering the cave room, kill that gangster, only when we arrive at night." As for her uncle...... Death is death, and the lives of others have nothing to do with us. ”

Before Xiao Yao could speak, the young master had already returned to his original frivolous appearance: "Ouch, look, Li Jinghua has moved again." ”

"Wow, no, she looks like she's going to stab herself!" The young master shouted loudly, causing the onlookers to also shout "oops".

It turned out that I don't know when, Li Jinghua actually took a shot in his hand. The thick hook was held tightly by her small hand, and it was aimed at her stunning little face.

"If I hadn't been born with this face, you would have spared me and my uncle." Li Jinghua had no expression on his face, as if he was chatting with someone about homely things, and the clouds were calm and clear.