"Go away!"
Yang Zimei earned the half a million yuan, and was in a good mood. Unexpectedly, these spoilers appeared, frowned slightly, and scolded.
"Oh, my little sister has quite a temper. My brother is my favorite." The leading yellow-haired frame stepped forward, and if he wanted to reach out, he would touch Yang Zimei's face that was so white and tender that it could almost ooze water.
Yang Zimei dodged and dodged away.
She just made a spell, and it is not suitable to use spells today, so she said coldly to those people, "Don't force me to take action!"
"Ha ha-"
Those little bastards laughed, completely ignored her words, and continued to go forward to tease her.
It seriously affected her mood, so Yang Zimei didn't bother to chat with them any more. Now that she was in a bustling street, the yang energy was extremely strong, and there was no evil spirit around her to attract her, so she could only use force.
I have practiced for ten years, and at most I only compete with my master, and I have never really confronted anyone.
Just practice your hands, who told them not to have eyes
Yang Zimei's fingers were in the shape of a lotus flower, and she grabbed at the yellow hair—
Huangmao clearly saw a small hand with slender fingers grabbing towards him, and when it came to him, he suddenly felt like a giant hand was 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 him one by one like throwing rubbish, and piled them up into a pile.
Looking at the people crying and howling on the ground, Yang Zimei said coldly, "I said, don't mess with me. For your own good, I suggest that you don't think about seeking revenge from me."
After speaking, she drifted away under the surprised eyes of passers-by.
When she walked away, the onlookers dared to discuss it.
"Oh my god, did you see that? Just now, that little girl was like a master in a martial arts novel, she knocked down these big men at once, it's amazing."
"Looking at her soft and weak appearance, why is she a taekwondo master?"
"It's called real people not showing their faces! It would be great if my daughter has such skills, and she won't be afraid of being bullied in the future."
"I don't know whose family's daughter it is, but she is also very beautiful and juicy, as if she came out of a painting."
"Could it be a fairy?"
"Fairy?"
The more others think about it, the more it feels like it.
The punks who were thrown on the ground got up shyly.
"Brother Kun, we were beaten by that woman, should we ask Brother Nan to help us out?" A gangster asked Huang Mao.
Huang Mao was thrown on the street like this by Yang Zimei, it was a big loss of face, and he couldn't swallow this tone no matter what.
A black Hummer h6 was parked by the side of the road, and inside sat a man in a black shirt and black trousers, about twenty-five years old, tall and tall, with shiny black vertical hair, slanting handsome sword eyebrows, and slender She has sharp black eyes in her long hair, thin and slightly pursed lips, a sharp silhouette, and a black steering wheel slightly held in her slender and powerful hands.
His pupils, which were so black and bluish, like a hurricane in the deep sea, seemed to be devouring everything, just stared straight ahead, and saw the girl in the smart and elegant retro costume deftly making one figure after another who was much taller than her Throwing the man aside, he floated away calmly, without any disorder in his footsteps.
Definitely a master!
His pupils narrowed slightly, and just as he was about to drive to follow, the door of the passenger seat was opened, and Zhuge Lang, who was dressed in a white shirt and trousers, sat up and lazily leaned back in the chair, "I'm exhausted, let's go!"
When his eyes shifted from Zhuge Lang's body and looked back at the street again, the light and elegant figure had disappeared.
*[ps: After all, we Long Zhutian showed up, from a beautiful boy to a handsome man, o(n_n)o~]