Chapter 611

"Who is it?"

Huang Mao came over, with a piece of grass in his mouth, spit it out, and the two attendants behind stepped forward.

Song Nanye sneers.

"Talk less nonsense, you three go together!"

"Ah?!"

Jiangbeize is shocked. What's the situation? He can't do three things alone.

Next second, before he could get back to his senses, song Nanye grabbed his back and pushed him forward.

Three gangsters came to jiangbeize, and jiangbeize squatted down to hold his head.

"Come on, you!"

Song Nanye, with his guitar on his back, kicks one of the gangsters with his legs up and kicks him to the ground. The latter covers his stomach and shouts pain.

The remaining two gangsters go to fight with song Nanye in the face. Song Nanye dodges and quickly grabs Jiang Beize's collar to lift him from the ground.

"What about your fist? What about your moves? You've been yelling all day to protect people like this! "

"Oh, oh, oh!"

Jiangbeize reacts, takes a deep breath and punches a fist directly on the belly of a bastard.

That bastard is a short and fat man with more than 200 Jin. Jiangbeize punches him, but his fist bounces back from his belly.

"Hey, little brother, your strength is not home yet!" Fat people giggle.

"Stupid!"

Song Nanye deals with Huang Mao on one side, grabs Jiang Beize's hand on the other, and hits them with their fists.

"Ouch --"

the fat man who was hit hard by two fists fell to the ground and shouted to his mother with his belly covered like the previous one.

"Song Nanye, don't be crazy!"

Huang Mao picked up a stick from one side and attacked Nanye of Song Dynasty.

However, the move is too slow and cumbersome. Before he meets song Nanye, song Nanye doesn't say a word and kicks on the side. The opponent's next move is immediately the same as the two gangsters in front.

“……”

Jiangbeize looks at the boy beside him with complete adoration.

Looking at his forehead there are thin beads of perspiration.

Looking at his resolute side face shrouded in an unreal halo.

How handsome!!

Song Nanye kneaded his fist, walked over languidly, squatted in front of Huang Mao, picked him up with one hand, fumbled for his pocket, and turned it over to 300 yuan.

"Tut Tut, that's what I brought with me today? It's not enough for your grandpa to have a meal! "

“……”

Yellow hair bared his teeth and hung a color on his face. He had not yet recovered from the pain.

"Come here, boy!"

"Oh!"

Hearing song Nanye's call, Jiang Beize walked straight past with his mathematics textbook in his arms.

Song Nanye took a look at the pen in the cover of his book and took the black pen without saying anything.

"Hello!"

Seeing this, jiangbeize was in a hurry. "What do you do with this pen?"

"Nonsense, of course, writing!"

Say, wrote a king on the left face of yellow hair.

Another eight was written on his right face.

The two words are connected, that is, Wang ba.

"Ha ha..."

Nanye of Song Dynasty laughed. He was clear and bright, but he couldn't see the smile.

At the moment, the long bone on the side of the body is red, and the eyes are scarlet like wild animals, and the violence in the bottom of the eyes is lingering, like the roar of the dawn, like venting something.

He patted the yellow hair on his face, smiling, cold and ferocious. "Next time, remember to prepare more funeral money, lest grandpa kill you with a fist, you will hide in the wilderness!"