"This is the first time that Wu San has taken the initiative to launch a hundred and eight challenges, and he has been beaten down by someone in one move, right?"

"Hey, it seems to be true. The man buttoned his nostrils and continued: "Wu San, you are so weak, you were kicked down by a little man, why are you still embarrassed to live?

Wu San stood up against the wall, rubbing his thumb through his nostrils and wiping away the blood stains that came out.

"Phew, bastards who don't have backache when they stand and talk, shut up Lao Tzu, don't affect Lao Tzu's performance. ”

"You play a fart, the little guy kicked you over, his feet are not as thick as your arms, are you embarrassed to stand up? ”

"I'll fuck you, shut up for me. Wu San was angry, rushed over, and knocked the tall thin boy who scolded him just now to the ground, and the two scuffled together in an instant.

The people watching the excitement on the side, just watch the excitement, no matter who it is, seeing Wu San and the person fighting, they all applauded and shouted.

"Wu San, left hook, right hook, hit him in the face, yes, beat him to death!"

"Li became famous, kicked him underneath and abolished his ......"

This group of people instantly stood into two factions, excitedly giving advice and shouting cheers for the objects they supported.

Meng Feifei stood beside Jing Ge, his face confused.

I have no idea why things are the way they are.

Obviously, the atmosphere of the brawl just now was still so tense.

As a result, she just made a move, and things became the way they are now-

Du Feifan gritted his teeth angrily.

He thought he could see the picture of the torture grass being crippled, but it ended so simply, and he was so angry that he smashed his fist against the wall.

After a while, the atmosphere of the brawl over there was still strong, and everyone gathered around to watch the excitement, and only the three of them were left standing alone on Jing Ge's side.

Du Feifan endured it for a while, but he was still unwilling.

He walked forward, stood outside the crowd of onlookers, and shouted loudly: "Why did you fight with your own people? Wu San's opponent is here, and the person you want to teach a lesson is the torture grass." ”

Du Feifan's words made the noisy crowd quiet instantly.

The person standing in front of Du Feifan suddenly turned around, squinted at Du Feifan, and asked, "Boy, report your name." ”

"I ...... My name is Du Feifan. Du Feifan said nervously.

"Yes, people are as their name suggests, and they are annoying. The man instantly grabbed Du Feifan's neck, and his fingers were gathered, until Du Feifan was blushing and almost dying because he couldn't see through, and the man let go of his hand.

Du Feifan fell to the ground as softly as a piece of paper.

Pinch your neck and cough vigorously and take a big gulp of fresh air.

"Learn some rules, when the elders are playing, you'd better keep quiet, stay on the side obediently, do you understand?"

The man squatted down and slapped Du Feifan's face with his hand as he spoke.

It wasn't until Du Feifan's face was half red and swollen that he withdrew his hand.

"Cut, you are so daring, you dare to come forward. ”

"It's boring, it's all gone, let's disperse. ”

I don't know who shouted, and the noisy crowd suddenly dispersed, and each went back to his dark room and locked the door.

In the corridor, there was a sound of "bang ......" locking the door one after another.

In the end, Jing Ge still couldn't come back to his senses.

Where the hell did she come to?

How can the people in this place be so - willful?