"Ah...... Put...... It hurts to let go...... "It hurts to death, and the man who was holding his wrist only felt that his wrist was about to break."

It was only a child, but the hand that grabbed his wrist was like an iron plier that made him unable to move.

And that look, it's terrifying.

Zhao Yu grabbed his hand and pulled him, then kicked him on the knee, and the man knelt in front of him with a thud.

"Talk to me, you have to kneel, I have always disliked looking up at others."

Zhao Yu said as he let go of his hand and slapped him directly.

"Smack......

As soon as the slap went down, there was a slap mark on the man's face, which directly blindfolded him.

"Little bunny, you dare to hit me."

"Smack......

"Lack of cleanup." His voice fell, and the other side of the face was slapped again.

"That's how it's symmetrical."

It is said that hitting people does not hit their faces, but he likes to slap people in the face.

Song Qing understood when Zhao Yu grabbed the man's hand just now that she had encountered a hooligan.

When the anger came up, he also raised his hand and slapped twice.

"Dare to touch me, you are looking for death!"

Zhao Yu tilted his head and glanced at his mother, very good, she was really born to her, and the way she beat people was the same.

Seeing this scene, the people around him also understood, and instantly looked at the man kneeling on the ground and pointed.

"Shameless man, shameless."

"Dead scoundrel, deserved."

"Well deserved."

"Is it only me who thinks this man is so miserable when he meets Xiao Song?"

His voice was very small, but it was still heard by Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu's sharp gaze fell on him and said lightly, "What, are you guys in a group?" ”

Passerby A didn't expect to stand and lie down with a gun. Thinking of the boy's swift skills just now, he laughed dryly and quickly retreated.

"No, no, I'm just passing by."

This kid's eyes are so terrifying, and when he stares at you, he has a very powerful and terrifying aura on him.

Of course, he won't understand that although Zhao Yu is a child, he is the son of Zhao Cheng, and he is still a person who has sat on the dragon chair and been the king of a country.

is used to giving orders, and naturally has the air of a king.

Seeing passers-by coming over, Song gently pulled Zhao Yu, "Zhao Yu, let's go." ”

Hearing Song Qing's words, Zhao Yu instantly nodded obediently, "Okay, aunt." ”

is so obedient and so cute, passers-by are speechless for a while.

So well-behaved.

Is the boy who hit someone just now really this in front of him?

Zhao Yu looked condescendingly at the man kneeling on the ground, couldn't help but smile faintly, raised his hand to tidy up his wrinkled clothes, and spoke in a low voice.

"You should be glad."

He should have rejoiced that he had broken his pig's trotter before.

"Now my aunt and I are going to pluck turnips, and as for you, kneel for me, and you are not allowed to get up if you kneel for an hour (two hours)."

Zhao Yu said and continued to eat the glutinous rice in his hand, and left with Song Qing with an innocent face.

When Zhao Yu left, the people around him felt that the air pressure had decreased.

"Why did I feel the urge to kneel just now, it must be an illusion."

"This kid is not simple, and I feel that way."

"However, this kid is so domineering."

"Don't you think you're so handsome? That's how a rascal should be. ”

The man kneeling on the ground gritted his teeth.

"Bunny, don't let me run into you." The man said as he propped up his hands and prepared to get up.

But as soon as he got up, he felt a tingling pain in his leg, and instantly knelt down again, and then he didn't get up again.