People are doing it, and the sky is watching.

I don't know if there are gods above the three feet, but there will be a pair of eyes that distinguish between good and evil.

It may not be able to give a good person a good life, nor may it be able to give a bad person a miserable end, but after the good person dies, it can give the good person a green light all the way.

Zhao Jing had mixed feelings in his heart, and he felt that in his mind, the consciousness of indifference actually showed a slight sign of melting.

Even this sign is tiny, tiny, negligible.

Just as they were about to leave, a BMW stopped in front of them.

Immediately after the BMW, there were several more cars.

The window of the BMW car fell, and there was a man and a woman, the man in his forties, with a big belly.

The woman is in her twenties, her body is hot, and her delicate makeup is ruined along the tears of the bean.

Then there was a special scene, I missed the window and saw a bicycle just behind the BMW.

The boy was driving a bicycle, and the girl in the back seat hugged him, and when his face was tilted to Zhao Jing's side, he just showed a smile like a spring breeze.

This...... Could it be a heart-warming feeling?!

Phew, Zhao Jing shook his head, this is typical of crying in a BMW and laughing on a bicycle.

The fat man on the BMW glanced at the white banner that was shining with golden light in Zhao Jing's eyes, and the big meatloaf's face was gloomy.

"Smash me!"

The fat man gave an order, and the rest of the cars walked down in a hurry, and rushed towards the wreath.

The paper figures were kicked away, the banners were torn apart, and the tribute fruit was picked up by the group and bitten into their mouths.

In the end, the smiling posthumous photo fell apart.

The little monk, who had always been peaceful, clenched his fists, his face was very angry, and his Buddha nature disappeared completely.

At this time, he really looked like a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy.

The little monk was just about to take a step when he was stopped by Zhao Jing.

"Don't make a move, there will naturally be people who will punish them."

This kind of thing, whether it is in the dark or in the real social order, it is not their turn to interfere.

The little monk barely endured it, watched as the group of people walked over and destroyed everything, and then walked back in style.

No one on the side of the road dared to provoke.

"Dad, I don't like those people, they're badass!"

The little girl hugged Zhao Jing's neck tightly and said in Zhao Jing's ear.

The child has an innocent personality, and although she doesn't know what happened, her feelings are the most real.

Zhao Jing patted her on the back and comforted:

"Yes, they are bad guys, don't be bad guys in the future, be good people."

The black cat also jumped on Zhao Jing's shoulder, stretched out his tongue and licked Zhao Yuan's cheek to show his flattery.

"Meow~"

"Good!"

Zhao Yuan nodded heavily, and then touched the cat.

A thin man, who was one of the people in the group, passed by several people and happened to hear Zhao Jing's words.

He walked up to the fat man who was sitting in the car smoking a cigar, leaned down and whispered a few words in the fat man's ear.

Then the fat man looked over at Zhao Jing and shook the cigarette ash out of the car window.

That look, that tone, it looks like it's so pretending to be forced, it's easy to beg, Zhao Jing's heart is quite uncomfortable.

Zhao Jing lifted the daughter in his arms, turned his head and pouted, and quietly compared a middle finger.

What to pretend, I have a phone call, the few cars in the garage at home are killed, and any tire will crush your BMW.

Local tyrants, find out!

The middle-aged fat man didn't trouble a few passers-by because of a few words, and he had the leisure to cause trouble everywhere, so he might as well go back and hack a few more customers.

The fat man thinks he is a qualified, IQ online trick, in the eastern capital, there are many local tyrants, and it is very likely that a passer-by is a gentleman who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger.

Why should he sow hatred everywhere.

Ten years of schooling, the routine text of pretending to be forced to slap his face has also taught him a lot.

The middle-aged fat man continued to shake his cigarette, looked back at the young girl, and said in a deep voice, "Don't cry. ”

The girl shrugged her shoulders, sobbed pitifully, twisted her waist, and was very embarrassed.

"Slut!"

The middle-aged fat man was not in a good mood, so he immediately slapped the girl in the face, leaving five red finger prints on the girl's face.

"Woo woo woo~"

The girl was slapped and cried even harder.

The fat man was impatient, took out a wad of RMB from his leather bag and threw it in her face.

The male driver in front felt his little heart tremble, he was really envious and jealous, it would be nice if the manager was a gay, so that he and the girl's positions could be exchanged.

The girl took the money with a thousand thanks, and counted it with tears and laughter.

The little monk who saw this scene with his eyes, he was already on the verge of a volcanic eruption and the collapse of the Buddha, and finally couldn't help it.

The little monk flicked his robe, revealing the little monk's smooth and white arms, as well as the ......

Red,

I don't know when I grabbed the brick in my hand.

"Bang!"

The bricks were smashed out by the little monk, creating a deep pit in the door of the fat man's BMW.

Even the brick was slammed into it.

Zhao Jing and Zhao Yuan's black cat were both stunned.

Usually the little monk has such a good temper, and he is a Buddha-like teenager.

I didn't want to get irritable, I guess even the Buddha would dare to beat him.

That fat man's heart is MMP at the moment, if it weren't for the fear that you would be dressed like a dog, it looks a little bit like a non-simple character, Lao Tzu, I would have cured you a long time ago.

"I'm a muddy man!"

The fat man threw away his cigar, opened the door, and stepped forward.

Then a group of his men, all with sticks, surrounded him.

Zhao Jing glanced at the surrounding environment, and then looked at the pit that the little monk smashed out of the car with a brick, and felt that this wave was still relatively stable.

The little monk is not like him, except for the state of the golden body, he is the five scum of war at other times, and the little monk is a solid foundation.

After practicing the Bone Unloading Fist for a few days, although Zhao Jing thought that he had broken away from the ranks of the five scum of the battle, for the sake of insurance, he still retreated decisively and protected Zhao Yuan.

"One, two, three, four, five...... Eleven, twelve......"

"Thirteen!"

Zhao Yuan pointed to the heads of the group of people carrying sticks, using them as a unit of measurement for counting, and successfully counted to thirteen.

She clapped her palms happily: "Dad, there are thirteen of them, I can count to thirteen!" ”

Zhao Jing stretched out a finger and "shh

A group of people rushed up with sticks.

For a time, the wind and clouds reversed, the mountains and rivers lost color, and the sky collapsed......

The winner is decided!

Now, let's explain the fierce battle just now.

The ten people who went to the little monk seemed to have pounced on a bag of explosives, and they were blown away as soon as they pounced, and they were still flying in groups.

As soon as Zhao Jing took out the melon seeds, he found a red-haired young man with a stick in front of him.

He put down Zhao Yuan and planned to try the results of the special training.

A burst of shadow and knife light......

Well, it's not that much.

Zhao Jing turned his head, dodged the stick, kicked him in the knee, and then pressed another knee under his crotch.

He liked this trick the most, it was insidious and practical.

The red hair knelt on the ground, covering an indescribable part, and his expression was wonderful.

The black cat was lying on the ground gracefully, and unexpectedly found a yellow-haired sneaky approaching Zhao Yuan.

The black cat yawned, then jumped to its feet and slapped its paw on the yellow hair.

Huang Mao shook a few times and fell to the ground.

The last green-haired brother, because he rushed up late, looked at Zhao Jing and the black cat, as well as the terrifying little monk, holding the hand of the stick, and trembled.

The three masters were in front, and the green-haired brother urinated directly......