Seven or eight people rushed into the alley in a mighty manner. The passers-by in the alley were frightened and wondered, who was this unlucky guy who provoked such a gang of gangsters?
The red-haired shoehorn named Agui led the way, and the yellow-haired man walked in the C position with a swagger, and even the young people around him were very proud.
I feel like an ancient general going out on an expedition, and they are the warriors around the general.
"Boss, I thought of it, let's call it, attack the enemy and thieves from the east!" Pink Mao, who was educated in junior high school, said to Huang Mao with a flattering face.
Huang Mao, who only had a primary school education, was very happy: "Okay, okay, very good!"
In fact, how could he understand this? But he didn’t want to lose face, but he didn’t know how to respond, so he could only say a few good words.
"Boss, it's right in front!" Hongmao said, pointing to a house in front.
"Let's go, why not hit him first!"
"Boss, I was caught off guard!"
"Yes, it's too late to poke him! Let him touch the woman our Brother Zhu likes!"
A group of people walked to the entrance of the courtyard in a high-spirited manner. They were just about to rush in and smash everything, and then beat the man named Jiang Qiao to the ground to clean up the mess.
"Jiang..." Huang Mao hadn't even set foot in the courtyard gate when a fireball the size of a basketball rushed straight towards them.
Huang Mao and a group of others froze in the alley in front of the courtyard gate. He wanted to put his foot down but couldn't.
The fireball rubbed against the air, causing bursts of sizzling sounds.
Hearing this, these gangsters felt their legs weak.
boom!
The fireball hit the marble table and stool.
There were rumbles and debris flew everywhere.
Some debris even flew onto Huang Mao's face, leaving bloody streaks.
"Old...Old, boss?! There is blood on your face!" Hong Mao was so frightened that his legs were weak. A group of people behind him were also frightened to the point of weak legs.
At this time, Fearful Huang Mao met Jiang Qiao's eyes. The latter's eyes were dull and his face was serious, as if he was staring at him.
In Huang Mao's opinion, that look was more terrifying than the executioner!
But in fact, Jiang Qiao was just lost in thought.
"Yes, there are monsters..." He swallowed, twisted his body, turned the foot he had just raised to the other side, and walked through the courtyard gate like a puppet.
"Monster--" As soon as he passed the courtyard gate, he rushed out of the alley as if he was running away, like Bolt No. 2.
"Boss, wait for me, boss!"
Seeing this, a group of gangsters didn't have any intention of staying here anymore, and they quickly followed Huang Mao away.
...
Jiang Qiao's heart seemed to be bleeding. That was a table and a set of marble tables and stools that he bought at a huge price, but they were destroyed by a fireball from Xiao Hei's mouth.
At the same time, his heart was full of surprise. He didn't expect that a fireball the size of a basketball could have such power.
You know, the fireball I made that day was twice as big as the one just now.
Jiang Qiao began to imagine that he would be invincible in the world when he rolled fireballs with his own hands...
Hey, did a group of bad boys pass by just now?
Forget it, never mind.
However, Xiao Hei didn't know how much trouble he had caused, and ran back and forth under the pots of flowers.
"Xiao Hei." Jiang Qiao called him over.
"Meow?" Cheng Xiaohei jumped over.
Jiang Qiao coughed twice and changed his face to a serious one: "Xiao Hei, you can't use magic casually in front of others in the future, not even in front of Sister Xi. This will harm her, do you understand?"
"When you understand, just call three times."
"Meow meow meow!" Xiao Hei seemed to have completely understood Jiang Qiao's words, and he called three times accurately.
"Okay, Xiao Hei is really obedient, go and play." Jiang Qiao nodded with satisfaction.
"Meow~" Cheng Xiaohei jumped up to the courtyard wall and found a comfortable place to lie down and bask in the sun.
At this time, Aunt Wang, carrying a dozen vegetables, happened to pass by Jiangqiao's house again.
She glanced into the yard, was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile:
"Hey, Xiaoqiao, where are you decorating the yard? You have to pay attention to safety. Oops... such a good marble table and bench were smashed like this? What a pity."
When Jiang Qiao saw it, he didn't know what to say, so he could only say haha: "Yes, yes... thank you Aunt Wang."
...
In the evening, Cheng Ruoxi returned to Jiang Qiao's house.
At that time, Jiang Qiao was still sitting in the yard, and the parchment in his hands had been replaced by review materials and test papers.
"Jiang Qiao, what's going on at your house? An earthquake or an explosion?" As soon as Cheng Ruoxi came in, she saw debris and stones all over the yard, as well as half a marble table that remained in place.
It's not that she was exaggerating, but the scene at Jiang Qiao's house was too war-damaged.
"No, there was a little accident." Jiang Qiao said perfunctorily. It's not that I didn't say anything. The point is that I said that your cat spit out a fireball and blew up the yard like this. Would you believe it?
"Be careful." Cheng Ruoxi didn't ask any further questions. She just put down a bag of food and then picked up the broom to clean the yard.
"Sister Xi, don't touch those rocks. It's so dangerous. I'll ask someone to take care of it tomorrow." Jiang Qiao picked up the bag and found two bags of barbecue skewers inside.
"Hey, Sister Xi, you understand me so well, how did you know that I just happen to be craving for barbecue?" Tears of disappointment left the corner of Jiang Qiao's mouth.
"Eat it, why are you talking so much nonsense?" Cheng Ruoxi bent over and scanned it carefully, her long black hair covering her face.
"Jiang Qiao, I don't have time to cook for you today. I have to make up classes in the evening." She said softly.
"It's okay..." Jiang Qiao stuffed his mouth with meat skewers and just ate and drank. "I'm going to be full from just these."
He knew that Cheng Ruoxi was a typical study madman who was either studying or on the way to study.
"Well...Jiang Qiao, has anyone come to see you recently?" Cheng Ruoxi said softly.
"People? No, who would come to me except you?" Jiang Qiao made a lighthearted joke.
He already had a guess in his mind that the person Cheng Ruoxi was talking about was probably Zhu Guanhua.
He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. No matter how fragrant the kebab was, it seemed that it had lost its flavor.
You must give that beast some color!
…
After sweeping the floor, Cheng Ruoxi took her schoolbag and left in a hurry. She had to make up for classes tonight.
The night drew to a close, and under the frosty moonlight, Jiang Qiao walked toward the door little by little, and gently turned the handle.
He was suddenly startled and realized something was wrong.
Then I hurried outside and bought a cup of lightly sugared pearl milk tea.
…
Sylvie moved a small stool to sit on the opposite side of the storage room early, feeling that it seemed impolite to sit on the ground.
The moon rises, and the day for her to meet Jiang Qiao is coming soon.
This week, she has been collecting information about Jiang Qiao's problem, checked various magic books, and also wrote letters to ask the great magicians in the name of "Little Bear Loves Gummies".
Finally found a solution to the Jiangqiao problem.
Among them, she wrote a short paper of 500 words and submitted it to the Magic Council.
Although it is said to be a paper, in fact, the whole article is just irresponsible conjecture. Sylvie does not have the ability to conduct experiments.
She is only responsible for guidance, assumptions and conjectures. As for the argument... leave it to those rigid old men.
Why hasn't the door opened yet... Sylvie's heart contained the joy of expectation and fantasy at the same time, as well as a little anxiety.
Of course, this is definitely not because of that cup of milk tea!