The little guy is young, and his combat experience is still a bit behind. When he noticed that the evil wind on his back was not good, he was already unable to dodge!
From the corner of his eye, he saw the drunkard man's ferocious fist coming down. He gritted his teeth and avoided the vital part of his back, but his small shoulder was hit straight on.
"Bang——"
There was just a muffled sound, and Jun Buli's small figure was knocked away.
There was a sharp, heart-pounding pain in my shoulder, and I was sweating profusely.
Fortunately, at the critical moment, he protected his head in time and fell heavily into a pile of sacks in the corner of the alley. His face was bruised and his whole body was in severe pain.
"Little, little bastard! Fuck you..."
The drunkard man covered his crotch with his hands and stood up with a weird posture, his ferocious face looked like a ghost in the severe pain, his bloodshot eyes stared at him, and he cursed in his mouth.
Jun Buli struggled to get out of the sack, holding his shoulder in severe pain, his eyebrows tightly knitted, his face cold: "Keep your mouth clean, don't curse my mother!"
"Fuck you, you dare to be so arrogant with me! If I don't sell you little beast for a good price, I will take your last name!!"
The drunkard man cursed angrily and walked towards Jun Buli step by step.
He walked very slowly, for fear of scratching the egg.
Jun Buli was also in pain all over his body at the moment. He was half-crouching on the ground and could not stand up.
"Are you a human trafficker?" He was surprised!
"Hey, little kid, you must be scared now! With your pretty little face, I will definitely sell you to a good place! Let you enjoy it all your life!"
The drunkard man smiled sinisterly, walked up to Jun Buli, bent over in pain and reached out to grab him.
Jun Buli saw him reaching out to grab it, but his eyes were cold and calm. With a flick of his wrist, a sharp and compact dagger fell into his hand, and he held it tightly.
He slightly squinted his cold, clear eyes, staring at the vitals of the drunkard's neck, waiting for the opportunity motionlessly, like a young beast hunting!
The little fox taught him that if he accidentally falls into a disadvantage, he must not be anxious.
Be patient and wait for the opportunity, seize the opportunity, and counterattack with one strike!
The alcoholic man is a man in his prime, and he naturally despises children, unaware that the fatal threat is right under his nose.
He grabbed it hard with his big hands, and moved closer and closer. The ferocious smile on his face was vicious and happy...
Closer, closer!
In an instant——
The little guy was about to take action when he suddenly heard a lazily crisp teenage voice: "I said you are a grown man, how can you bully a child?"
The sound was too sudden and too coincidental.
Jun Buli had to stop when he was about to take action.
The drunk man's expression changed even more, and he turned his head to look fiercely, but he saw that the alley behind him was empty and there was no one around.
No one?
How come there is no one?
That voice that just spoke... could it be a ghost?
Before the drunk man could change his face, a small wooden stick suddenly fell from the sky and hit him on the head.
"Idiot, I'm here, where are you looking?"
The clear young voice was dissatisfied.
"You're a fucking grandma!" The drunkard man yelled angrily and raised his head.
Jun Buli also looked up.
On the wall several meters high on one side of the alley, squatting was a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing white clothes, with a baby face, handsome and delicate facial features, and bright red lips.
He lazily held up his chin and looked at them with interest with a pair of sparkling cat eyes.