Leng Yunlin's eyes were about to burst as he rushed forward fiercely and put his foot on the man's body!
The man didn't expect that Leng Yunlin would come to him so soon, and he kicked him away immediately!
"Bang!——" He hit the table leg hard and groaned!
Leng Yunlin took advantage of him before he could get up, and bullied him again, making a fist with his five fingers, and punched him on the tip of the nose!
"Poof! -" There was a muffled sound, and the man's nose was already bleeding from the punch! Before the punch landed, Leng Yunlin backhand punched him again, hitting his temple!
The temple is one of the most important acupuncture points in the human body. After being punched hard by Leng Yunlin, the man's head buzzed with pain, stars appeared in his eyes, he took two steps back, his steps were frivolous, and he even bumped into the table.
Unconscious!
Leng Yunlin showed a fierce look on his face, punched him down, raised a chair, and a cold light flashed in his eyes!
"Go to hell!" As soon as he finished speaking, the chair fell heavily on the back of the man's head. The pain was so painful that he didn't even grunt and fainted directly, with blood flowing out!
"What's going on?" The huge movement also attracted many people.
The first ones to rush over were Leng Yunting and Cheng Yaoyun. After that, Su Xuanling, Luo Qingxue and the others.
After beating the culprit, Leng Yunlin stood up. Seeing more and more people gathering outside, he immediately walked over and blocked Mu Qingyu with his back.
Her shoulder straps were torn off, and there were purple finger marks on her waist and shoulders where the man was holding tightly. She huddled in the corner, her eyes a little distracted.
Leng Yunlin's heart was suddenly pricked. He felt that his heart was being pulled hard.
Pain spreads everywhere in the body.
"Qingyu." He walked forward slowly, walking towards Mu Qingyu step by step.
Mu Qingyu just breathed a sigh of relief from such a tense environment, and slid to the ground along the edge of the wall.
"Qingyu." Leng Yunlin's eyes flashed with a trace of heartache and a trace of pity. Especially when he saw that she was still holding the glass shard tightly and her fair neck was covered with blood, he felt even more sad.
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"Qingyu, give me the glass, be good." Mu Qingyu didn't even look at him, her whole body seemed to be out of body, broken like a rag doll.
"Qingyu, give me the glass bottle and obey me!" He knelt down and saw that her pupils seemed to have no focus, and he felt sad and pitiful.
"Qingyu, wake up! I am Yunlin, I am Yunlin!" Leng Yunlin almost commanded, but at this time Qingyu could not hear it at all, and she glanced at Leng Yun blankly.
Lin.
Yunlin?
He saw that brilliance gradually seemed to be gathering in her eyes, and her fingers were holding the broken glass piece without so much force. Leng Yunlin immediately snatched the piece of glass away, then shook it far away, and took off the piece again.
She took off her clothes and covered her somewhat messy body.
"Don't worry." Leng Yunlin spoke softly, and slowly put Mu Qingyu's body into his arms, patting her back gently as if comforting a nursing baby, "It's okay, Qing
Yu, it’s okay now…”
I don't know if Leng Yunlin's voice was gentle enough, or if he had just snatched the glass from her, which finally made her regain her sense. Fear and helplessness also returned to her mind.