Chapter 707

"What's the matter? Are you going to come out and stop it? "

"Get out of here!"

The leading middle-aged squinted at Zhong Tianzheng and sneered: "get out of the way for fear that I bully a dead lame."

"Oh?"

Zhong Tianzheng's pupil suddenly shrunk, his eyes stretched out, flashed a trace of anger, and his tone was cold: "don't cry like a dead lame, I hate people calling me a dead lame in my life!"

This is a pain point that he doesn't want to touch in his heart.

"Ha ha ha..."

The middle-aged man laughed wildly, "what's wrong with calling you lame? What's the matter? "

"Hahaha..."

The two people behind the middle-aged also laughed. I don't know why. Looking at Zhong Tianzheng in a wheelchair, he said solemnly that he should not be called lame. How funny the painting style is.

What else can a dead lame drop?

I step back and you can't reach me!

It's like a dwarf standing in front of a giant and warning loudly: don't say I'm short, or I'll jump up and hit you on the knee!

"Ah Zheng, ignore them!"

Sister Mei rushed over angrily and pulled Zhong Tianzheng back: "hurry up, or I'll call someone!"

"You're the one who sells meat. What's your name? Who the fuck will come out and show you! "

The middle-aged man had a sneer on his face and vomited the smell of wine: "it's not that I don't give you money. What the fuck are you doing here with me!"

In the hall.

Wang Yuan, who had just washed, heard the sound. She was wearing a loose white shirt and wiping her hair with a bath towel. At the age of 20, her figure had first seen scale. In addition, her plain face was full of purity, and middle-aged couldn't stand it.

"Hey, there's another beautiful one!"

The middle-aged obscene smiled, stretched out his hand and scratched it in the air. It was ugly: "I didn't expect that you could produce such a beautiful one."

Yes, of course.

He was just a little vulgar in his words, but he didn't really want to go to the rude people. After all, although he drank some wine and went to his head, he was still sober and knew that he couldn't do some things.

"Brother, all right, all right."

The two people who came together in the middle age, when they saw that the middle age was going to attack the little girl, subconsciously pulled him: "it can't be done, it can't be done."

"Ah?"

The middle-aged man's face stiffened.

The companion was originally a kind word to remind him, but he directly put him in place.

I didn't want to do it myself, but they both said so. If they didn't do it, they would appear timid.

The more middle-aged people become, the more they accomplish nothing, the more obvious their fragile self-esteem becomes. There is such a small setback. It may be such a small and casual word that he will feel how it is.

Tall middle-aged people also belong to this kind of people.

Otherwise, I won't be fooling around here for nothing while I'm drunk.

"Grass!"

The middle-aged rudely shook off his companion's hand and got angry: "look what you said. How did I flirt with her? She can still have someone beat me! "

The companion didn't hear that the middle-aged was being lived by himself, so he continued to persuade: "no, I heard that they have a good relationship with Dafu recently."

This time, it completely blew up the tall middle-aged.

"Grass, how can NIMA get just a broken worker? Rich man, how can he help them? "

The middle-aged burped with wine and walked up to the king's Garden: "I'm still with brother Zha. What else can he do if he's rich!"

Wang Yuan looked at the middle-aged man who came straight to him and ran to the hall with a pale face.

The middle-aged man walked in, while his companion stretched out his hand and pulled him. The scene suddenly became anxious. No one noticed that Zhong Tianzheng's face in the wheelchair was extremely gloomy.

If Zhong Tianzheng had faced this situation before, he would have been calm. He even felt a little funny and childish when he saw this scene.

But now.

I don't know why.

Zhong Tianzheng's mood was extremely gloomy. The restless factor in his heart began to boil, and a violent spirit filled his whole heart.

probably.

All this stems from his physical problems.

Paralyzed legs, this kind of blow is unparalleled for anyone.

"Enough!"

Zhong Tianzheng wrapped a cigarette heavily, and the old man who had burned half a tube of soot did not fall: "now get out of here! Don't let me let you crawl out! Broken leg! "

When it comes to the last two words, it is almost bitten out, and the whole person is shrouded in violent emotions and deeply addicted.

"You dead lame!"

The middle-aged sight fell on Zhong Tianzheng again.

Looking at the past from this angle, Zhong Tianzheng, who only reached his chest in his wheelchair, was looking at himself with a cold eyebrow. The bangs hanging naturally in front of his forehead covered his eyes, and the scar on his face looked ferocious at the moment.

The most frightening thing for the middle-aged is that the man's eyes are full of a sense of sadness, which he hasn't seen in so many years.

"Dead lame, what are you looking at?"

The middle-aged pointed to him and shouted.

"Shua!"

Zhong Tian in the wheelchair was moving. His powerful right hand instantly grabbed the middle-aged index finger. The tendon meat on his arm was really eye-catching. He pulled the middle-aged finger to his front, bent his left elbow and hit him directly against his nose.

"Click!"

The middle-aged screamed. The bridge of the nose tilted directly in the impact. It probably broke and fell into Zhong Tianzheng's arms.

The two middle-aged accomplices reacted from their surprise. They didn't expect that Zhong Tianzheng was such a hate character. They said to fight. They rushed up and wanted someone to pull away.

"Kneel down!"

Zhong Tianzheng roared with fierce light in his eyes and was extremely irritable: "apologize to them!"

"Fuck him!"

The middle-aged screamed in pain.

Two accomplices just wanted to start, and a frightening scene appeared.

Zhong Tianzheng suddenly raised his right foot and kicked it on his partner's stomach. Then the whole person stood up from the wheelchair. His height of 1.83 meters immediately crushed the three people, and there was an oppressive force out of thin air.

Sister Mei and Wang Yuan were stunned.

Not just them.

Zhong Tianzheng himself was stunned.

"I... am I standing up?"

Zhong Tianzheng muttered to himself. He looked at his legs incredulously and was very happy on his face.

"Get out of here!"

Zhong Tianzheng pushed the middle-aged out with his backhand. The three of them woke up early. How dare they fight with Zhong Tianzheng and run away.

"My legs are ready."

Zhong Tianzheng muttered to himself. He looked at his legs happily and kept walking in place. He simply took off his shoes and walked back and forth on the ground with bare feet. The feeling of stepping on the soil with bare feet gave back made him extremely satisfied.

This moment.

This should be the best neurofeedback in the world.

"My Lord!"

Sister Mei was surprised to see Zhong Tianzheng running back and forth on the ground. She was even too excited. He also kicked his legs two times in a row to feel the smooth feeling of his body returning to normal.

"I knew, ah Zheng, the child, a good man has a good reward!"

Sister Mei was sentimental for a time, and her eyes had already been stained with tears.