I looked down, dodged the hand that was slapping at me, and took a step back.

Bumped into the coolly dressed woman again, and the woman screamed again:

"Stinky rascal, take advantage of it, right?"

I turned my head to look at her, and said:

"Taking advantage of you? Are you gilded? ”

"Don't fight in the car, I'll call the police if I fight again!" The driver shouted.

Hearing the driver shout, the yellow-haired young man said:

"Forget it, wait until you get out of the car to clean up this idiot and call him crazy."

I snorted coldly, disapproving.

Although I am a Taoist, it is common for me to fight, and I still fight with ghosts.

I'm really not afraid of these three people who look dry and thin.

The car slowly calmed down, and everyone played with their mobile phones again.

I shifted my steps slightly, trying not to touch the woman as much as possible.

"Ugly, poor and sloppy, people like you shouldn't appear in this world, it's a waste of life to live!"

The woman said unrelentingly.

I don't laugh angrily:

"Your mouth is so poisonous, you must be bitter in your heart, right?"

The woman was stunned for a moment, then said angrily:

"Can I suffer more bitterly in my heart than you as a beggar?"

"Haha, don't talk so hard, the lime powder on your face has fallen on my clothes!"

I laughed sarcastically.

"You!"

The woman finally stopped talking, and she quickly took a round mirror out of her bag and looked at it.

"Hahaha......"

There was one person who took the lead, and basically everyone in the car laughed, except for the three people who had done it to me.

After the laughter, the car calmed down, and within two minutes, the car arrived at the station.

This station is a big stop, and half of the people in the train get off. The three men who were shouting for beating me began to shout:

"Hey, that beggar, get out of the car, don't pretend to be a grandson."

"No, it won't."

I laughed as the doors opened, and the crowd began to crowd to get out of the car.

I also walked down the crowd, and the three people got out of the car and waited in a relatively empty place, looking at me coldly.

The woman I was taunting also got out of the car, and she was eager to see how I was beaten.

Not only did she get out of the car, but she also stood on the side of the three men, as if to take a stand.

The people who got out of the car only walked a small part, and the other small part was slowly walking and turning back, as if expecting us to fight quickly.

There was also a small group of people standing there directly, looking like a good show was about to begin.

The bus I took was a BRT (Bus Rapid Transport).

The platforms are all closed, the entrance and exit are together, and there is only one place to exit the platform.

And the three people who wanted to beat me were waiting for me at the exit after getting out of the car, looking like they were going to beat me.

After getting out of the car, I put my backpack back on my back and walked straight to them with my fists clenched.

Since you want to fight, don't be afraid, even if you can't win, at least show my attitude.

I've fought a lot, I've been beaten a lot, and I'm really not afraid of what these three people can do to me.

"Kind, don't move, I can clean him up alone!"

The yellow-haired young man also rushed towards me, and the people around him flashed to the side.

A few people took out their mobile phones and started taking photos and videos, waiting to post on Weibo.

I can't do so much, there is no way back at this time.

This yellow hair is so confident, I think it should have something to do with my appearance, he must think I am a soft persimmon.

I rushed towards Huang Mao, and when I was about to make contact, I quickly kicked Huang Mao at the waist.

The yellow hairer reacted quickly, and he dodged slightly, and my leg brushed against the edge of his waist.

His fist swept sideways at my head, and I quickly turned around and bent down to dodge the punch, and when I raised my hand, I grabbed the yellow-haired waist and slammed it into the side billboard.

Yellow Fur clearly underestimated my strength, and by the time he could react, he had already been slammed into the billboard behind him by me.

There was a "click-pop", and the glass outside the billboard behind it shattered.

I was a little dazed by the blow, and I took advantage of this opportunity to raise my clenched right hand and slam it into the head with a punch.

This punch really smashed Huang Mao even more confused, he shook a few times and fell directly to the ground.

"So can't you help fighting?"

I lifted my right foot and kicked him in the stomach again, and he screamed in pain and rolled on the ground with his stomach in his arms.

Seeing that my companion was beaten, those two people rushed over without hesitation and came to my side.

They had already lifted their feet, and I dodged one of them, and the other kicked me firmly.

His kick was also so good that I didn't stop taking three steps back.

And the last step was directly stepped into the air, and he fell directly into the bus lane outside from a malfunctioning automatic door.

It didn't matter, but I just fell in the bus lane when a bus came by.

When I noticed the bus, I felt a chill in my heart, it wasn't fast, but it was too close.

I hurriedly rolled two times in a row in the direction it was going.

"Dididi."

The driver honked his horn and slammed on the brakes, followed by a screeching sound of brakes.

The car was only one or twenty centimeters away from me, and the wheels in front of me were so far away that they could crush my head.

Fortunately, the driver reacted quickly, and fortunately I rolled a few times, otherwise my head would have been directly crushed into a piece of meat by the bus.

I breathed a sigh of relief and quickly got out of the car.

This scene almost scared me out of the heart attack, and I apologized for bending over the driver who was still swearing.

Then he quickly climbed up to the platform and continued towards the two men: he cursed:

"Come on, you, keep fighting, come on!"

The two men were obviously also frightened by the thrilling scene just now, and they didn't mean to do it again, but pointed at me with their fingers and said:

"You're a fucking lunatic, we don't bother with you!"

The two men picked up the yellow hair that was still humming on the ground, turned around and walked quickly towards the exit.

The woman seemed to be stunned, and she stood there motionless looking at me with her eyes.

I didn't bother to pay any attention to her, and looked at the malfunctioning automatic door on the platform.

If this door hadn't failed, I'd have to convince those two people even if I was injured.

And this automatic door just failed and didn't close, almost killing me, and suddenly thought of Xiaoqiu's dream.

If the driver had been slower, or faster, or if I hadn't rolled that twice, maybe my head would have been crushed by the wheel.

I wonder if this counts as a different head?

I walked out of the exit directly, I was going to change trains on the other side, and when I passed the overpass, a hand grabbed me:

"Donor, you will be blessed if you don't die in a big disaster."

I turned my head to look over, and it was an old fortune teller with a fortune-telling sign that grabbed me, and coincidentally, I actually knew this old man.

Last year, I was just ghosted by the evil ghost on Yu Man.

I met this old fortune teller when I was home, and I had told his fortune at that time.

He helped me read the eight characters and ran away directly, not only confiscating the money but also pasting me fifty yuan.

I was devastated, and when I saw him again, I stopped without hesitation.

This old man has real skills, and Tie Dan has changed my appearance.

He doesn't know who I am now, but since he's holding me, there's no reason for me to ignore him.

He's a fortune teller, and I don't know how to tell fortunes.

He said that if I don't die, I will have a blessing, and I want to know what this blessing is.

Although it sounds awkward for him to call someone a "donor" as a fortune teller, it doesn't affect my trust in him.

"Sir, what do you mean by that?"

I turned around and said to him politely.

The old man smiled, let go of the hand that was holding me, and said:

"Come on, come on, sit down, I've seen everything just now, can you listen to the old man give you a good analysis?"

I nodded, took out two hundred dollars from my pocket, handed it to him, and said:

"It's a small meaning, it's not a respect, the old gentleman has something to say, whether it's right or not, the money belongs to you."

The old man happily took the money and said:

"The donor is also a bold person, come, sit down first, and I'll show you the palmistry ......"

"Wait, old man, you better give me a batch of eight characters first." I said.

Now that my appearance has changed, I don't know if my palmistry will change, but I am sure that my eight characters will not change.

The old man said with a smile:

"It's okay, it's okay, donor, just say your eight characters."