Looking at the embarrassed Zhao Cannon, Ye Ming didn't care too much, and said with a smile: "I haven't been out for a long time, so go out with me to breathe." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info＂

"Well, don't blame me for being cowardly, I'm too... The more Zhao Dacang spoke, the quieter his voice became, and he must have been a little embarrassed.

patted Zhao Dacang on the shoulder, but Ye Ming comforted: "I know that you are also for my good, forget it, let's go." ＂

As soon as the two of them walked out of the house, they suddenly attracted a burst of gossip.

"Look, that's the kid from Ye Laosan's family, it's so pitiful. ＂

"yes, I got mentally ill at a young age, and if I were his parents, I would have jumped off the building. ＂

"Good young man, what kind of disease is not good, it's a nervous disease, hey... ＂

Although these voices were all covered by Zhao Dacang's deliberate laughter, how could Ye Ming, who had a strong ear, not be able to hear their voices clearly? It's just that one thing is very depressing, because these gossips are almost mixed with harsh sensitive words such as 'stupid', 'idiotic', 'mentally ill', and 'pitiful', and the targets are all directed at Ye Ming himself.

Ye Ming was not happy at that time, I said that you aunts and eight women are in pain, why did I provoke you to say this about me? And what do you mean by your compassionate eyes that look like a neuropath?

"Cannon, what the hell is going on??" Ye Ming finally couldn't resist the gossip, and hurriedly pulled Zhao Cannon to the corridor and asked.

Zhao Dacang hurriedly raised his hands and snorted: "Calm down, Xiao Ming, it's none of my business." You know, you've been demented for a week, and it's inevitable that they'll say that. ＂

Ye Ming was a little puzzled at that time: "What dementia? Am I not sick and in a coma?"

Zhao Dacang smiled awkwardly: "Actually, being sick and comatose is just a very subtle statement for me, the doctor said, you are deeply detached from consciousness, but some basic actions can still be done, such as laughing, crying, opening your mouth to eat, walking and walking, etc., the situation is better than that of a vegetative person." ＂

"To put it bluntly, it's a relatively quiet neurosis, right?"

"Don't say that, Xiao Ming, you are much stronger than a nervous path, at least you won't talk nonsense, kill people and set fires. ＂

＂... "Although I don't want to admit it, it seems that this is indeed the case, I was the soul who crossed into the Heavenly Dome Continent, so there will be a dementia similar to the out-of-body dementia in the body, from Zhao Dacang's understanding of his previous situation, Ye Ming was speechless, should he also have incontinence in the case of dementia?

"Uh... On the details that Ye Ming didn't pay attention to, Zhao Dacang's eyes jumped, and through the gaps in the windows of the corridor, he saw several familiar figures.

With their bells and whistles, their unruly dress, and the wooden sticks and steel pipes that they constantly wield in their hands, these people turned out to be one of the three major gangs in the school besides themselves: the Bloodflow Gang!

"It's them, what are they doing here!" Zhao Dacang's face was not very good-looking, and he didn't have time to greet Ye Ming, so he secretly called when he found a place.

These madmen came here to take revenge on me for collecting protection money in their territory in the past few days, but fortunately, I have someone nearby, hoping to hold out until they come! Zhao Dacang secretly planned like this, but for a while he ignored Ye Ming's existence.

Ye Ming, who didn't know why, was a little puzzled about Zhao Dacang's actions, but because of the privacy of others, he couldn't ask questions, so he had to consciously go downstairs and wait for him, but as soon as he got downstairs, he encountered a situation.

I saw four teenagers with wooden sticks and steel pipes walking towards me in front, led by a red-haired chicken male.

"Big brother, I know that person, he is Ye Ming, a friend of Zhao Zhou, his words here mean that Zhao Zhou's kid Bacheng is also around here, it seems that we have come to the right place." Next to the red-haired boy, a bucktooth spoke.

"Oh? I didn't expect his horse boy to be here?" Hongmao frowned, he is also one of the three major gang bosses on campus, he has learned Zhao Cannon's skills, this person is simply a natural expert in fighting, otherwise no one will give him a cannon, if you want to single-handedly fight yourself is not an opponent at all, there are not too many people who came in a hurry today, and I don't know what his ability is as a horse boy, if his ability is also hard, then today is really not the right time, Red Hair can't help but be a little worried.

"Big brother, don't worry, this Ye Ming is just a fool. One of the teenagers with a haircut pointed at Jiang Ming and smiled: "I passed by here a few days ago and threw a stone at him, and he was still snorting at me." ＂

"Idiot, no, I think he's quite energetic, not quite like that. A teenager who seemed to be somewhat honest questioned.

"Yo, you still don't believe it?" said the young man who killed Matt, picked up a small stone on the spot and volunteered to laugh: "If you don't believe it, I'll show you, you see if he laughs or not." ＂

Malegobi, who was depressed enough, was so depressing, there was such a little kid who didn't have long eyes, Ye Ming didn't want to deal with them when they were ignorant, but he didn't expect that the boy who killed Matt actually threw a small stone at him, and after that, he laughed and scolded Ye Ming for being neurotic, with a lofty posture.

"Look at that, isn't that a fool upstairs?" said a passer-by pointing at Ye Ming.

"That guy seems to be kidding him?" another passerby was also a little surprised.

"There's a good show to watch now. ＂

Because it was ten o'clock, most of the residents rested early at this time, so there were not many onlookers downstairs, only seven or eight scattered, but they were all full of interest with their hands.

For these low-level workers who live under pressure, what is usually lacking is this kind of pastime and entertainment, usually bullied by the boss foreman and dare not squeak like a walking corpse, now they can see others being bullied, and their eyes suddenly brighten, as if it was themselves who teased Ye Ming, and they seemed to have a particularly superior sense of superiority, and in their hearts, they wanted to kill Matt and others to play Ye Ming to death, so as to smooth their distorted balance.

Ye Ming's lungs were about to explode, thinking that when Lao Tzu ordered the Three Realms to conquer the Nine Heavens, and once made thousands of main gods bow down to their subordinates, how infinite was the scenery at that time? Others couldn't find the temple gate even if they wanted to flatter and pat the horse, but today they were reduced to being watched by people as fools and throwing stones? If this tone can still be endured, are you worthy of those people who don't even want their lives in order to pat their own ass?

It's just right, let you blind eggs taste whether my strength has been transformed by the power formula is cool or not!