Several of the female companions were so frightened that they took a few steps back.

Song Split's body twitched wildly, and an itch suddenly came from his back.

He didn't care about his image, so he grabbed his back with his hand, and scolded angrily while grabbing it:

"Why is it so itchy? It can't be a problem with the wine, right? ”

"It's like tens of thousands of ants biting, it's itching to death!"

Song Split scratched his back with one hand and grabbed his ass with the other.

He was like a zombie, with a hideous face and a strange posture.

Suddenly, a huge fart sound sounded.

The people around him took three steps back in disgust, and they all cast strange glances.

A few people who didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement picked up their mobile phones and started recording.

In the crowd, I don't know who shouted.

"He's Song Split, right? The one who made a fool of himself last time in the night. ”

"I haven't seen him for more than a week, his butt hasn't healed yet, and his back is itching again?" Someone laughed and chimed in.

The chatter is getting louder and louder.

"Is the chrysanthemum itching next time?"

"Damn, you're the most obscene!"

"Seriously, I suspect he's offended, right? Did someone deliberately fix him? ”

"Fuck you!"

Song split and scolded.

He is very generous when he plays with women.

Although it enlarged the bellies of several underage girls, they all gave a lot of money.

Where can people be offended?

The crowd gradually became noisy, and Qin Qi got up.

Behind the black mask, the sexy pink lips are slightly raised.

She walked up to Song Pi in a few steps, crouched down, and carefully observed his back like a doctor.

"Who are you?" Song Split looked defensive.

"Village doctor."

Qin Qi said lightly.

Song Pi looked incredulous, and Qin Qi lowered his voice:

"You've come across itchy powder, and it's supposed to be a powder made from some kind of fruit on the African side, and your skin will be very itchy when you touch it."

Qin Qi was wearing sunglasses and a mask, and Song Qi couldn't see her appearance clearly.

But seeing how professionally she said, he seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw:

"Do you have a way to save me? You make a price, you can use as much as you want. ”

"One hundred thousand."

Qin Qi frowned and kindly added:

"But you have to be mentally prepared that the treatment process will be troublesome."

"A hundred thousand is a hundred thousand,. Son, if it can't be cured, the money will be transferred to me. ”

Song Pi forcibly endured the itch and transferred money to Qin Qi.

Qin Qi opened his mobile phone, his eyes glowing with a thick chill.

Prostitute. Child.

I reminded her.

Back then, he and those people also scolded his mother like this.

100,000 in hand.

Qin Qi clapped his hands, and his voice was very cold:

"You're lying on your stomach, lying on the ground."

Song Pi looked puzzled, but still did it.

Qin Qi gritted his teeth.

In the eyes of everyone, she raised her toes and kicked Song Split in the back.

Syllable!

"Grass! It hurts me to death. ”

Song Split turned his head and scolded angrily with a hideous face:

"I'm asking you to heal me, not to kick me."

"It's treatment."

"Treat your sister, this is murder!"

Qin Qi didn't speak, and stepped on his shoulder with one foot.

Syllable!

Another kick down.

Bang Bang Bang!

She kicked a few times in a row, and Song Cho grinned in pain.

He got up slowly, and was about to grab her hair, but the itch on his back disappeared in an instant.

Qin Qi's gaze fell on his hand in mid-air.

Under the sunglasses, her eyes were extremely gloomy:

"I didn't lie to you, did I? You don't want to itch, it's a bit of a hassle. ”

It's a dog!

Song Pi wanted to scold.

On the contrary, there was no problem with what the other party said.

"That's good? It won't itch anymore? ”

In Song Qi's expectant gaze, Qin Qi's voice couldn't distinguish any emotion:

"The pain will make you feel no itching for a while, but it will only last for five minutes."

In other words, after five minutes, he will still be very itchy?

Song Split pushed down the wine bottle in front of him.

Unlucky to die.

Why was he unlucky once he went to a bar recently?

Qin Qi paced back to his booth.

Song Pi pinched his female partner's buttocks hard to vent his anger, and stuffed a stack of banknotes into her chest:

"Dance a dance to show Lao Tzu, twist it."

The female companion forcibly kissed him in disgust and began to writhe in front of him.

Song Pi sat back on the sofa with a big grin.

He took a sip of wine and looked anxiously at his phone screen from time to time.

Five minutes to.

Qin Qifen's lips raised slightly, and he snapped his fingers.

Song Split's body stiffened again, he scolded, and began to scratch his back.

For a minute, he couldn't stand it anymore, threw himself on the ground, and began to call his female companion:

"Quick, kick me, kick me."

A few female companions, you look at me, I look at you, they are all hesitant.

Song Pi scolded:

"Can't understand people? It's itching to death! ”

As the words fell, a female companion tentatively raised her foot and kicked Song Cho on the back.

Syllable!

"You get away from me, kick me with high heels, do you have a big chest?"

Song Pi grinned in pain, and his eyes were frighteningly red.

Everyone: "......"

Soon, the female companions gathered around Song Pi and stepped on him barefoot.

Kick after kick.

This scene is so weird how strange it looks.

Everyone watched the play and began to talk again.

"Absolutely, I have seen a lot of money to sleep with women, and it is the first time I have seen a woman kick by spending money."

"I guess it's really hard to get a hard time, and I heard that the cameras in the bar are all turned off."

"It's obviously for him, who let him do some disgusting things behind his back, and keep catching minors to play."

Qin Qi narrowed his eyes and watched this scene quietly.

Tickle powder is not a powder made from the fruit of Africa.

It's made in their lab.

Its effects last up to a week.

In other words, Song Split had a hard week.

He and those people, she will not let go.

Qin Qi got up and paced towards the door.

Not far away, at the bar, a man in a black cap followed his departing relative.

He shook his glass slightly, revealing a tattoo on his wrist.

If you look closely, you will find that it is extremely similar to Fu Mochen's tattoo.

The next day, nine classrooms.

Fu Si Ran came early in the morning, he leaned on his desk, staring at the door of the classroom.

Chubby took a bite of the hot dog bag, followed his gaze, and exclaimed.

"Brother Ran, you came so early, you won't be waiting for the seventh sister, right?"

Fu Siran's face stiffened for two seconds, jumped up directly, and smashed a mallet on his head:

"Get out, what are you waiting for her?"

Chubby snorted and shook his head secretly.

If you don't look at yourself, you're about to become a hopeful stone.

He turned around and exclaimed:

"Seventh sister, are you here? How do you come in through the back door today? ”

Fu Siran's eyes lit up and he immediately turned around.

The back door was empty and there was nothing.

Chubby smiled evilly and winked at him:

"Brother Ran, look, you still don't admit it."

"Okay, Chubby, you're so bold now, even I dare to lie."

Fu Siran rolled up his sleeves and hooked his lips with evil anger.

The two began to fight.

At the door of the classroom, a cold figure suddenly appeared.