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Taibai has poems: one is to move to Changsha, and look west to Chang'an and don't see home. Yellow Crane Tower blows jade,

Flute, Jiangcheng may fall plum hua. This poem is not anywhere else, it is this Hanshui City. Hanshui City is blessed with two rivers and nine provinces, and is the largest industrial town in Central China. Because the Yangtze River surrounds this city, this Hanshui City is also known as Jiangcheng. The Yangtze River is also divided into three towns in this place, called the Han River, which divides the city into three towns.

Since ancient times, this Jianghan Province has been a land of rich and splendid beauty, a rich and prosperous township, rich fish and rice, and a warm climate. It is now seventy-seven years, although the catastrophe has stopped, and the people's hearts have not been decided, but this Hanshui City has a rather peaceful atmosphere, with ships coming and going like ridges, and the traffic is crowded into the sea. In the early morning of this day, it was only seven o'clock, and the sun had just raised its eyebrows, and a strange combination appeared on the street in the center of Hanshui.

The first person was coarse linen, and the lower body was wearing a long ku, which was half short: there was a pair of rubber shoes with patches on his feet, I don't know if the shoes were too short, or his feet were too long, and the heel of the half amputated was still 1u outside the shoe: the head was black and thick, not like most of the hats nowadays, but a disorderly state, loose and scattered, looking very strange, but very comfortable: the man was tall, handsome, and lined with a beggar outfit that also showed the appearance of the bright moon and the wind, which attracted countless big girls and little daughters-in-law on the street to look at him.

Behind the man were two old men covered in patches and a stout man pushing a mobile sick netg, and there was a patient wrapped like a dumpling lying on it. A car of five people, just facing the morning sun, stepping on the spring breeze, crashed into this flow of people and vehicles, and the end was: the listener looked sideways and avoided the road.

These five people and one car are the street nose king led by Xue Xiang.

As soon as it was dawn that day, Xue Xiang turned over and got off the netg, summoned the doctor, examined Kang Tong's body, wrapped it carefully, and asked Ming to move carefully, there was no major problem.

He ignored the hospital's obstruction and forcibly pushed Kang Tong out of the hospital. Although the three of Deng Siye who accompanied him didn't know what the captain was going to do, this unfamiliar big city made the three of them feel extremely insecure, so they could only follow closely. As for how unhappy the hospital was with Xue Xiang's behavior of letting seriously ill patients be discharged at will, it had Ma Dongliang, the head snake, to negotiate. Xue Xiang went here to breathe a sigh of relief for Kang Tong, how could he do it without Kang Tong?

Hanshui No. 12 Middle School is the most famous high school in Hanshui City, and the high school here is not defined by what college entrance examination results define key high schools, but the reason why No. 12 Middle School is famous is because the most beautiful Han girls in the city are almost all gathered here. These 12 middle schools are located at the foot of Turtle Mountain, with the Han River, facing the Yellow Crane Tower in the distance, and the end is a collection of mountains and rivers, and the scenery is picturesque.

Because of the great fame of these twelve middle schools, Xue Xiang inquired a little and knew the location, which happened to be not far from this Union Hospital, and it was only a forty-minute walk away. At half past six, after a hasty breakfast, they went out: at seven twenty, the rather majestic gate of the twelfth was in sight.

There is a square in front of the gate of the twelfth middle school, which is the peak of the students' schooling, Xue Xiang and the others went to the square, and they felt that the crowd in front of them suddenly became dense. These students are all fifteen or sixteen years old, the age of the rising sun, although the clothing is not unified, but there are only a few styles, mostly military uniforms and navy blue sè worker uniforms, and then with red scarves, sometimes hung with ** like badges and regimental emblems, which add more heroism and vitality.

Xue Xiang looked at the students' outfits, and he led the people to stand in a corner of the square, and then took out two photos from his pocket. These two photos were sent by Ma Dongliang early in the morning, and the photos were Wang Jinping and Li Kui. Xue Xiang looked at these two faces for a long time, took out the photo this time, looked at it for the last time, and then crumpled the photo into a ball and threw it far away.

Xue Xiang stopped and looked around, he was tall, and in this turbulent crowd, he would not obstruct his vision, and as soon as his eyes scanned twice, the target figure appeared. Finding the target person so lightly is not that Xue Xiang is as sick as an eagle, but that Wang Jinping and Li Kui are making too much noise.

Xue Xiang saw twenty or thirty people in uniform standing in a row, and the two in front of him were Wang Jinping and Li Kui. Wang Jinping's figure is not high, but the volume is not small, Xue Xiang visually measured that this height of one hundred and sixty must have a weight of one hundred and eighty: Li Yi has a small white face, a Mao suit with a pen, a pair of gold wire glasses, a slender head with a smooth oil, a polite and polite Pianpian son, where is half the rude appearance of the black whirlwind of Liangshan with the same name as him.

Behind the two stood a neat row of men in military uniforms, but none of them believed that they were a group of soldiers. What are you doing? It turned out that the bald heads of the twenty or thirty military uniforms and the blue heads were shining in the early morning sun. The gang stood right in front of the gate, as if a dam had been built. The students who had entered the school avoided them from a distance, preferring to take a long detour rather than pass by them.

Xue Xiang saw these people at a glance, not because of these twenty or thirty bald men. but the king,

In front of the public, Li and the others were pulling a tall female student, and he heard the girl's crying from afar. The students and citizens who were walking around the area also stopped in unison when they saw this evil deed. Most of the people at this time are simple, and when they see such evil deeds, although they dare not do it, they still have the courage to drink. Unbeknownst to him, Wang and Li didn't take everyone's applause seriously, and stretched out their hands to moat the girl's face. At this time, two security guards guarding the gate of the school also rushed over, and as soon as they said a few words, they were knocked to the ground by three or five bald heads with sticks taken out of nowhere.

The passers-by who had been drinking before saw the tragic situation of the security guards, and they were immediately silent. At all times, for most people, justice is only within our means, and in most cases, the first option is to protect ourselves. Wang and Li were shocked by the passers-by,

The more arrogant he became, the more public he spoke, and he even spoke foul language.

From Xue Xiangxian Wang and Li to the two of them entangled the eldest girl, a few more minutes passed.

In the past few minutes, Xue Xiang was not standing in place and watching the excitement, but making pre-war preparations. He first beckoned everyone to push Kang Tong's action sickness Netg to the center of the square, where there was a flag-raising platform, and the line of sight was just right. This is to avenge Kang Tong, if Kang Tong can't see it, wouldn't the flattering eyes be thrown to the blind man.

As soon as he was about to stop, Xue Xiang pulled out a coil of rope from under Kang Tong's action sickness, which he also prepared. Xue Xiang still remembers that in "Fang Shiyu", there is a section of Fang Shiyu avenging his brother in the square, the weapon is a long rope, that scene makes his blood boil, today he is going to follow the example of the former sage.

At this moment, Wang Jinping's pair of wild boar hands had already hugged the girl's body, and Li Kui took a white palm and rubbed it on the girl's face, and the girl was crying so much that she was crying at the moment. When Xue Xiang saw this, the blood all over his body was almost boiling, but when he saw that he was close to the two of them, his hands quickly reached out, grabbed the oily and slippery heads of the two, and forcibly pulled the bodies of the two into the air. He held the two of them like toy dolls, and with a flick of his wrist, their bodies turned around out of thin air. Xue Xiang pressed the heads of the two of them and smashed them straight to the ground from mid-air, and with a bang, billowing smoke and dust were raised. Xue Xiang still couldn't understand his hatred, and when he mentioned the two people who no longer knew whether they were dead or alive, he collided with each other's bodies in mid-air, and there was another muffled sound. At this time, Wang and Li were not as bumped as before, and they were silent. This time, it happened to wake up the two people who were knocked unconscious for the first time.

Xue struck these two fierce blows, and the end was: Come like thunder and wrath. The bald heads behind Wang and Li are still in a mess of their brains, and they don't know what happened, it seems that there is something wrong with the central nervous system responsible for the logical program, and all of a sudden, the operation can't be done. The bald men are still like this, not to mention these passers-by, they are completely stupid, scared, and stupid.

What kind of characters this Wang and Li are, almost most of the people present know that they can be said to be a veritable tyrant in Hanshui City, and they almost have to bully a few girls here every morning. They have always bullied others, how have you ever seen the two of them also being bullied, and being bullied so badly?

After two blows, Xue Xiang lifted the heads of the two and stopped fighting. He didn't want to toss the two of them to faint, it was a cheap gift, and today, he had to make these two guys happy and unforgettable. Wang Jinping and Li Kui were completely stunned, and there was no other feeling in their minds except pain, pain! It hurts to drill the heart! The two of them only felt that their bodies hurt as if someone had taken a sonorous knife, but it hurt so much that they couldn't scream.

Xue Xiang ignored the bald heads who were standing in place stunned, dragged the heads of Wang and Li, and dragged them away. Along the way, there was blood stains, as if someone had taken a red paint brush to brush the ground, brushing out a long red line. Suddenly, I don't know who among the bald heads let out a loud roar, causing all the bald heads to come back to their senses, and they rushed towards Xue Xiang.

Xue Xiang castrated extremely fast, and it was too late for the bald heads to chase him. When Xue Xiang dragged Wang and Li to the flag-raising platform, the bald heads were halfway through. Xue Xiang threw Wang and Li under the flag-raising platform as if they were still broken sacks, and then rushed away against the bald heads. The bald heads were fierce, and Xue Xiang was even more anxious. Because of the different degrees of running of the bald heads, they dragged out a long line of skirmishers, and as soon as Xue Xiang encountered this line of skirmishers, he launched an attack. But seeing him castrated like the wind, when he met the bald heads, his feet were non-stop, waving his fists, or cutting his neck, or hammering the door, anyway, under a blow, nothing missed, nothing fell. He rushed over all the way, like the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, the bald man was like wheat to be chopped, Xue Xiang sickle everywhere, and the blade was broken, no one could stop him even for a second. A bloody fight, was made like a sprint by Xue Xiang, rushing to the end of the skirmisher line, this fight, no, it should be the end of the game.

Xue Xiangsheng is so simple, it's not that his ability is like a human. It's really that these bald heads don't know the root of Xue Xiang, and they opened the straggler line and let him break them one by one, what is the difference between this and punching sandbags? If these twenty or thirty strong men are surrounded on all sides and set up a formation, it may not be impossible for Xue Xiang to leave a piece of flesh and blood.

As soon as I got to the chapter of fighting, I was scolded.,Even just 1U got a little bit of a sign and was scolded.,Some people say that I don't itch for three days.,And some people say that others are not enough to make up for the netg.,You are not enough to fight.。

Again, we must take into account the tastes of all parties, the current position is too low, the aura bonus of officials is too weak, and if you don't want to step on people, you have to find a backer to step on, and the latter is even lower. Okay, the official fight will start when you return to Beijing, and the rural plot will not be too long, and then you will enter the plot of exhibition farming and small official fighting, and finally participate in a major historical event, and end the rural plot. I accept scolding me, and it's okay to take it off the shelves, but I have to ask you to ask for this month's monthly pass when I withdraw and roll, so please! It's only six tickets today, I'm tired of writing, and I've been scolded enough, readers, I really can't afford to offend.

For my sake, give me the monthly pass, please. Hey, with a long sigh, I've been sulking and reasoning all afternoon, and third, I don't know if I can write it.

I'll try my best, if I can't finish it, I'll pass it on in the middle of the night, and you will see it tomorrow. Continue to stay up late, give tickets,

Tears are dry! The last sentence: The text is three thousand two, no deception! The last sentence: crying for a monthly pass! It's really like a prostitute when you enter the door!。

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