Yang Zimei had earned that five hundred thousand and was in a good mood. Unexpectedly, these bad guys appeared. He frowned slightly and scolded.
"Hey, my little sister has quite a temper. I like my brother the best." The leader, Huang Mao, stepped forward and wanted to reach out to touch Yang Zimei's face, which was so white and tender that it could almost bleed.
Yang Zimei ducked away.[
She had just made a spell, and it was no longer suitable to use spells today. She coldly said to those people, "Don't force me to take action!"
"Ha ha--"
The gangsters laughed and ignored her words, and continued to tease her.
It seriously affected her mood, and Yang Zimei was too lazy to argue with them anymore. She was now in a busy street, with extremely strong yang energy, and there was no evil spirit around to attract her, so she could only use force.
I have been practicing for ten years, but most of the time I just fight with the master and never really compete with anyone.
Just practice your skills, who said they don't have eyesight?
Yang Zimei's fingers were in the shape of lotus flowers, and he grabbed the yellow hair——
What Huang Mao clearly saw was a small hand with slender, white fingers reaching towards him. When it came to him, he suddenly felt like a giant hand grabbing his shoulder.
Before he could react, his whole body was thrown to the ground like a ball of cotton.
Then, Yang Zimei also threw several of his brothers on top of him one by one like trash, making a pile of them.
Looking at the howling people on the ground, Yang Zimei said coldly, "I said, don't mess with me. For your own good, I suggest you don't think about seeking revenge from me."
After saying that, she drifted away under the surprised gazes of passers-by.
Only after she had gone far did the onlookers dare to discuss it loudly.
"Oh my God, did you see that? The little girl just now was like a master in a martial arts novel. She knocked down these grown men in one go. It was so amazing."
"Looking at how soft and weak she is, how come she is a Taekwondo master?"
"This is called the real person not showing his face! It would be great if my daughter had such skills. She would not be afraid of being bullied in the future."
"I don't know whose daughter that is. She is very beautiful and graceful. She looks like she came out of a painting."
"It's not a fairy, is it?"
"Fairy?"[
The more others think about it, the more they feel like it.
The few gangsters who were thrown to the ground got up shyly.
"Brother Kun, we were beaten by that woman. Should we ask Brother Nan to help us vent our anger?" A gangster asked Huang Mao.
Huang Mao was thrown into the street like this by Yang Zimei. He was so humiliated that he couldn't bear to swallow it.
*
A black Hummer H6 was parked on the side of the road. Inside, sat a man in his mid-twenties who was wearing a black shirt and black trousers. He was tall and tall, with shiny black vertical hair, sharp eyebrows and thin eyebrows.
He has sharp black eyes, thin and pouty lips, sharp outlines, and his long and strong hands slightly holding the black steering wheel.
His eyes, which were so black and bluish, like a hurricane in the deep sea that wanted to devour everything, were just staring ahead, and he saw the girl in smart and elegant retro clothes, deftly removing one after another who was much taller than her.
The man threw it aside, and then walked away calmly and calmly, without any confusion in his steps.
Definitely a master!
His pupils shrank slightly, and just as he was about to drive up and follow him, the door of the passenger seat opened, and Zhuge Lang, wearing a white shirt and trousers, sat on the car and lazily leaned back on the back chair, "I'm exhausted.
Let’s go!”
When he shifted his gaze from Zhuge Lang and looked back at the street, that light and elegant figure had disappeared.
*[PS: It’s not easy, our Long Zhutian showed up, and turned from a beautiful boy into a handsome man, O(∩_∩)O~]
