Yang Siqing was dragged away by a group of people, leaving blood stains on the ground.
There were a group of people waiting behind, all of them as silent as a chill, not daring to express their emotions.
There were a few people who had a pretty good relationship with Yang Siqing, and one or two had faint water stains flowing out of their crotches.
My legs were still under command, they were fluttering and trembling.
The young man holding the fan, with blood all over his body, turned his head and stretched out his hand, stroking every part of the stage bit by bit until all the corners were touched. After that, he put the finger into his mouth and sucked it bit by bit.
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The scene was quiet for a while, and no one spoke.
Only the young man holding the fan sucked his index finger and made sounds again and again.
"Mr. Jiang, today's time has passed. You are choosing a good and auspicious day to start over. Remember, you must be more sincere than today. You understand the mistakes. If there is a little bit, even a speck of dust, a
The noise from outsiders, then you."
"Including everyone here, I believe your heads will definitely fall off with a knife. Remember, I am talking about everyone here!"
After the young man holding the fan finished speaking, he shook his hair, turned around and walked away.
Only a group of people were left flopping to their knees one by one, staring at each other with their mouths open.
Although the core circle of Bafang Jianmen has been driven away, it is still very lively outside.
Although the day of worship has not come, there are still many people who come here to visit.
The young man holding the fan walked out under the escort of a group of people. His face was calm and clear. Although he had been treated a lot, there were still red spots on his face.
The fan-wielding master closed his fan and suddenly collided with a person in front of him.
The whole person leaned back and almost fell down, but fortunately he was supported by several followers.
"Sorry, sorry, my eyes have grown on my head. I just didn't notice. I'm really sorry." The man said with a relaxed smile.
Several of the followers around the young master holding the fan had already drawn their knives, and were only waiting for the master's order.
The young master holding the fan glanced at the man and smiled: "Young master, are you here to visit?"
The man laughed loudly: "Brother, I really don't know. I didn't know this place was famous at all. I just came here because there were so many people."
"Not only are you blind, but your ears are probably not very sharp either! Don't you know that there is a big shot here today?"
"Big shot? Where is he!"
"How reckless!" Several followers around him drew their knives and chopped down directly.
"Bold!" The fan-wielding young master shouted, and the followers immediately stopped moving.
"Did I tell you to move?"
"Slave deserves to die!" Several followers behind him responded in unison.
The person who bumped into this young master was none other than Wang Luo.
"So you are talking about yourself. I really can't tell, you are such a noble person." After Wang Luo finished speaking, he walked up the stairs and hugged the young man holding the fan.
Several of the attendants around him were stunned and at a loss.
Even the young man holding the fan was a little surprised, and then made a small gesture to tell them not to act rashly.
"Brother, are your eyes healed?"
"Haha, it's interesting! If you have a chance, find a tavern in the city and have a few drinks together," Wang Luo said.
"OK!"
"Then it's a deal!" After Wang Luo finished speaking, he stopped chatting and turned to leave.
The young man holding the fan had an evil smile on his face and looked at the direction where Wang Luo was retreating, thoughtfully.