Chapter 222: Rebellious Flaming Youth: The Queen of Victory
"Huh..." The men and women onlookers didn't seem to see clearly what was happening, and they screamed in extreme shock.
"Ah...ha..."
Before I had time to think about it, the bad boy saw that his dick was fucked by me again. The remaining men's eyes were red with anger, as if they were going to fight to the death with me.
They picked up weapons such as wine bottles and stools, and surrounded me with murderous intent.
It looks like I'm in trouble
I was like a deer being attacked by leopards and tigers, my small figure looked a little panicked
No, no, if I don't concentrate, I will die here, and I don't know if Yan Yeyi is there or not. Even if he is, he may not save me.
After calming down, I dodged every attack keenly and walked through the crowd.
My physical strength seems to be a bit unbearable. God, I don’t want to die.
"Rolling, rolling, rolling..." Suddenly, that ruthless "roll" was like the echo of a bottomless pit, entangled in my mind and hurting my heart.
"Hey...ha..." At this moment, I was like a fully charged robot, and I was actively swinging my fists, arms, kicks, and hard punches among several men...I was like a deer with a strong desire for survival, attacking angrily.
enemy
Finally, when more than a dozen men fell to the ground and groaned in pain, I stood in the middle panting and exhausted.
Like a victorious queen, she smiled proudly, her smile was so miserable
I ignored the exclamations and applause of those men and women, and ignored whether Yan Yeyi was still there. I slowly walked out of Rotten Orange with my tired body.
My whole body hurts like my bones are falling apart, and my wrists are almost numb from the pain.
I walked with difficult steps, but I couldn't see the strange looks from passers-by, I couldn't see the few traffic lights I ran through, I couldn't see the enchanting neon lights all over the street...
I just walked on the route home based on my feelings. After stumbling, I finally used my last strength to return to the familiar alley.
The dim street lights in the alley gave the entire quiet stone road a decadent color
There seemed to be no one in the deserted alley, only the familiar wild cat was barking, giving it a scary feeling like something from a witch story.
"Alas!" I let out a long sigh and started walking into the long alley.
"Miss, miss..." Suddenly, a drunken man in ragged clothes ran out from an opening.
Fifty or sixty years have left wrinkles on his face. His white tattered vest looked messy. He was still holding a half bottle of wine in his hand. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol made me sick.