A few sleazy boys walked in, looking like they were looking for trouble.
"This classmate, are you a new transfer? Why haven't we seen you in school?" One of the boys leaned over to look at Luo Liyan with a cigarette in his mouth, thinking he was handsome.
To be honest, his actions really deserve to be worthy of his looks.
If a good-looking and tall boy does this move, the girl's legs will be soft, but if she is ugly and short, it will give people a feeling of wretchedness and ugly people are more mischievous.
Luo Liyan turned her face to the side, not wanting to look at that face at all.
The boys naturally saw her dislike, and their expressions became ferocious.
"Don't be shameless." The boy in the lead kicked the stones in his feet towards Luo Liyan heavily.
In the end, Luo Liyan kicked the stone back to him as if kicking a football, and it hit the center of the door. The painful opponent screamed, covered the wounded place, and squatted down.
"My face is on my face, and I don't need you to give it to me. Really, can't there be less mess like this in school?" Luo Liyan sighed, "You should take him to the hospital to have a look Be careful, he is useless for the rest of his life, he can only be a eunuch."
"You're looking for death!" The boys behind shouted, and wanted to find something to attack Luo Liyan.
From their point of view, it was just a coincidence for Luo Liyan just now, and no one believed that a little girl could have such a great ability.
In the end, before they could find anything, Luo Liyan saw Huo Mingheng standing behind them, stabbing straight at one of the boys with the long sword in his hand.
Luo Liyan was stunned for a while, still thinking for a while, whether the sword in his hand would bring harm to these people.
After all, she can see Huo Mingheng, and it's normal to be able to touch Huo Mingheng's things, but other people can't see Huo Mingheng, so they can't touch Huo Mingheng.
But Little Six's reminder came along with the boy's arm being cut with a long cut.
It was only then that Luo Liyan realized that although those people couldn't see Huo Mingheng, the damage was real.
But Huo Mingheng was obviously not satisfied with only stabbing the sword.
Raising his sword, he swung it directly at the neck of one of the boys.
"Don't! Stop!" Luo Liyan was afraid that he would cut off his own head, and couldn't care less, so he raised his voice and shouted.
Fortunately, Huo Mingheng's reaction was fast enough, his sword stopped directly in front of the boy's neck, only a centimeter away, and Luo Liyan's legs trembled.
The boy felt a cool feeling on his neck, so he raised his hand and wanted to touch it. Luo Liyan frowned and motioned Huo Mingheng to take the sword back.
But the boy's subconscious reaction had cut his hand on the sword.
The sword that had been fired directly drew a bloody gash in his hand.
"What's the matter? What's the matter with my hand?" The boy was so frightened that he screamed madly, and Huo Mingheng also took the opportunity to take the sword back.
Only then did Luo Liyan heave a sigh of relief, and then looked at the boy indifferently, "You are all injured, why don't you hurry to the hospital."
"Be honest, what's going on?" The boy whose arm was injured first folded his arms and stared at Luo Liyan with a ferocious face.