"I've seen it with my own eyes, this man is a hooligan in public!" said another fashionable woman standing in front.

"This kind of scum, send it to the police station!" called a man dressed as a migrant worker.

"I can also testify, that big brother did touch this aunt!" A little girl even came out to testify against Chen Ling.

"Yes, send it to the police station! Send it to the police station" One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the crowd of onlookers actually shouted one after another.

Chen Ling and Murong Yan'er couldn't help but be dumbfounded, how could these people reverse right and wrong?

Could it be that these people are also the trust of the man and the woman?

"No, it's not like that!"

A weak voice sounded, obviously not belonging to Murong Yan'er, Chen Ling raised his eyes and found that it was a girl wearing a white coat, but unfortunately, her delicate voice seemed so insignificant in the noise of gossip, and it was drowned out in an instant!

However, her beautiful face was still deeply imprinted in Chen Ling's mind.

"Kill this stinky rascal!" When the quarrel was raging, a peasant uncle dressed like Uncle Zhao with a sense of justice roared towards Chen Ling.

"Kill this kind of social scum who plays hooligans in broad daylight!" I have to say that the appeal of the peasant brother is strong, and another thin and thin man in a suit with glasses rushed towards Chen Ling with righteous indignation.

"Kill him, kill him!" another fashionably dressed trendy man rushed over.

There is no shortage of people in this world who like to make noise, and there is no shortage of those who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and there is no shortage of those who are enthusiastic and warm-hearted.

The crowd of onlookers who did not know the truth in the back became all emotionally agitated and filled with righteous indignation under the instigation of a few Tocha people.

So, the farmer's eldest brother responded, and countless people rushed towards Chen Ling.

Looking at so many people who pounced on him, Chen Ling instantly understood, this is a play within a play with support, and there is support in support, hitting the purse is just an act of covering people's ears, and the ultimate goal is to use the power of the masses to make his head broken and ruined, ruined and unable to be a man!

This is obviously a play carefully directed by others, and he is the one who was designed, if he guessed correctly, the play is not over here, and there must be a killer move behind!

But no matter what comes later, Chen Ling can't take care of it anymore, so let's deal with the current level first!

Seeing that the group of people with a strong sense of justice who came forward was about to pounce, Chen Ling was so anxious that he was like roasting on a fire, although with his skills, it would not be a problem to put down all this group of people at once, but although there is a trust in this, there are also innocent people who are really instigated by others without knowing the inside story!

He often punishes the wicked, but he really can't do anything to the innocent and warm-hearted masses.

Then there is only one way left, with your own kung fu, jump to the three-meter-high electronic large screen steel frame behind you, although this is a bit shocking, but no matter how amazing it is, it is better than losing a small life!

Just as he was about to do this, the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of Murong Yan'er standing on the side in a daze, and his heart suddenly became cold, if he went up, Murong Yan'er standing beside him would inevitably become the target of everyone, with her delicate body, only a few fists and feet that were not long eyes could make her soul fly out of the sky.

What should I do then? Take her with you and jump up? That's a good idea, but unfortunately I don't have the ability.

Leave her here and leave her to fend for herself, what if the purpose of this group of people is not to drink among the drunkards, and it looks like they are dealing with themselves, but they are actually coming for Murong Yan'er?

To be honest, Murong Yan'er didn't like him at all, but how could she say that she was also a fresh life, not to mention that he also promised Old Man Ding and Ding Lisheng to protect this woman's safety?

Advancing and retreating are dilemmas, Chen Ling just wants to hit the wall headlong, but now the situation is so urgent that he no longer has room to think!

Come on, then Lao Tzu will be a hero to save the beauty again! Chen Ling yelled in his heart, and then made a move!

Although he didn't dare to start with the crowd that rushed behind, he would never let go of the few who rushed to the front, because it was obviously support, so he didn't hesitate to come out with his hands and feet at the moment, and after smashing down the people in front of him with great skill, the people behind him had already pounced!

These people were instigated, although they were ignorant, they were also innocent, Chen Ling didn't dare to come again, he turned around and dragged Murong Yan'er into his arms, and then turned his back like an old mother protecting his chicks, leaving his thick and strong back to everyone.

Murong Yan'er looked at the crowd that was angry and fiercely swung at the two of them with iron fists, and was immediately so frightened that she forgot to react.

At this time, she only felt that her body was suddenly tugged, and then a warm and thick chest surrounded her, and at the same time, she also heard the familiar voice in her ears, "Murong Yan'er, Lao Tzu owed you in his previous life, and he is destined to repay his debts in this life!"

Before Murong Yan'er understood what this sentence meant, she heard a muffled sound of beating cattle across the mountain, and then after a few seconds, it was not until Chen Ling's body pressed down again and again, and stood up tenaciously again and again, that she suddenly understood that this man used his body to protect himself under him.

When she knew that this man, who had never said a good word about herself, was using his body to block those punches and kicks for herself, no matter how indifferent her feelings were and how cold her heart was, she couldn't control the "boom" and chaos all at once.

All kinds of things in the past, and the bits and pieces of his acquaintance, are like a movie that is quickly reversed, passing by in front of her eyes scene by scene.

If that day, when the two met, their attitude towards him could have been a little better, then even a little, would she and him still be the result they are now?

If, that night, when he held the sharp knife that stabbed at him with his hand, he could have thanked him for his kindness and abandoned all kinds of sincerity, would she and him have ended up like this?

If that morning, his cold poison broke out, and the clothes on his body were torn apart by his rescue, and he was not so good-looking, not so stubborn to say that kind of thing to hit him, now, they should be able to get along peacefully, right?

If...... But this world is the same as the original no if!