"Wang Qingying, I didn't expect... Even now, you are still so cowardly. It's really hard for people to look directly at you."
Li Jiao stood there, her eyes filled with contempt.
"oh!"
Wang Qingying responded lightly.
"Let me tell you, we have a big gift for you today. You will definitely be happy when the time comes."
Li Jiao said, looking at Zhou Meidan and others on the side and winking, pretending to be playful.
Then, Zhou Meidan and the others burst into laughter. Of course, Wang Qingping didn't know what they were laughing at.
Finally, they all had enough laughter.
"Is it okay?"
Wang Qingqing asked expressionlessly.
"Of course it's okay!?"
Li Jiao twitched her fingers, and then punched Wang Qingying in the face.
Was Wang Qingying's appearance before all fake? He is still so weak now.
But before Li Jiao's hand could reach Wang Qingying, she was kicked in the stomach by Wang Qingying.
The whole person fell into the garbage pile.
Li Jiao sat in the garbage heap, her body covered with garbage and some scraps of food on her face, looking extremely miserable.
"Hit her!"
Li Jiao was going crazy. She didn't dare to touch herself now. She could feel that she was already dirty enough.
Zhou Meidan and others hurriedly swarmed and ran towards Wang Qingying.
Anyway, there are so many of them, no matter what, Wang Qingying will always be unable to do anything.
but! !
Before they could touch Wang Qingxing, they were knocked away by Wang Qingxing's fist, and they all fell into the garbage pile one by one as if they were flying on an airplane.
The ones who are not dead have all fallen on Li Jiao, one by one, just like a stack of Arhats.
It looks particularly ridiculous.
"Just you, that's it?"
Wang Qingying sneered.
A few of them huddled together, and then separated in a very embarrassed manner.
They are all girls who love to look pretty. After you got out of the way like this, you kept slapping the dirty things on your body.
Wang Qingying jumped over again and beat them all. In the end, they all fell to the ground, probably fainting.
At this time, Wang Qingqing heard bursts of footsteps coming from the distance.
It sounds like there's a bit of procrastination.
She stepped aside and hid.
Because this alley is not the kind of straight line that leads to the end, but has the kind of twists and turns.
At this time, she saw the widower and appeared in front of her.
He was wearing big pants and a white vest, and he was as thin as a bamboo pole.
The expression on his face was very dull, but his eyes had a kind of vulgarity.
His eyes were looking at the people on the ground. Although Li Jiao and others were dirty, in the eyes of this widower, they were all young bodies, and they were all very fresh.
"One, two, three, four, five... Why are there five girls, isn't there only one?"
The widower stretched out his finger, pointed at the people on the ground, and counted them one by one.
"Eh... isn't this girl the one looking for me?"
The widower bent down and looked at Li Jiao lying on the ground, with a very strange look on his face.
He seems to be struggling, and there seems to be something going on deep in his heart.