Chapter 58
The Completely Abusive
"Catch her!"
With a angrily shout, several people rushed forward like a swarm.
Maybe he was drunk and was really sleepy. Lu Yan felt dazzled now, and a few villains rushed towards her.
Lu Yan narrowed his fox eyes, where did he get a bunch of candids?
Lu Yan bent down and flashed behind a tattooed man. Her figure was a little faster than the ghost, and she could hardly see her steps.
She flashed behind the tattooed man, grabbed the tattooed man's collar with her slender fingers and pulled it backwards, but stretched out her legs and kicked the tattooed man's tail vertebra with her feet. The forward thrust and backward thrust made the tattooed man feel like he was going to be dismembered by five horses. The collar in front was like a life-seeking rope in the hand of an evil ghost in hell, which was about to suffocate.
For a moment, he seemed to see hell. Fortunately, Lu Yan's kick was slightly tightened, otherwise the tattooed man would have been paralyzed in the lower body.
When Lu Yan kicked the tattooed man out, he caught the iron stick that the wretched man waved towards her.
The iron stick was originally used for mountain climbing during patrols, similar to a hiking pole, but it was thicker than a hiking pole.
If you don't die, you will lose half your life. Lu Yan sneered, "A little trick for the devil!"
As she said that, she suddenly turned around, held the iron stick with both hands and kicked it in the air.
The other party seemed to be on guard and threw down the stick and dodged Lu Yan's attack. Just as the other party was complacent and thought he was very skilled, Lu Yan suddenly changed direction and stabbed the stick just now directly at the other party's life like a sharp sword.
"Ah! Ahhhhhh!"
The other party screamed and covered his crotch and lay on the ground with his hideous eyes, his eyes were almost glaring. His eyes were bloodshot and scarlet. The severe pain under him made him want to bite his tongue and commit suicide on the spot.
But Lu Yan's eyes were red now, and she looked back at the remaining few people.
One of the men was frightened to death when they saw their companions’ miserable condition, and their legs were weak, and their voice was trembling with fear. "Please... please... don't... don't come over..."
Lu Yan ignored the man's begging for mercy. She only felt that this group of garbage was very noisy and annoying.
Lu Yan didn't say a word, her face was hollow and numb. She was completely immersed in her own world, as if she was isolated from the entire world.
She is like a dormant leopard, or a hidden tiger, step by step, elegant and dignified, with three thousand black hair flying and dancing in the wind, as beautiful as the immortal walking out of the painting, but less the coldness of the immortal and more charming.
From a distance, women look like ghosts passing by in the forest, charming but not vulgar, and immortal but not mediocre.
Her figure was like the wind, bringing out waves of afterimages, grabbing the man's collar and punching him on the other person's face, his fists were as dense as raindrops, and Lu Yan seemed to enjoy this feeling very much.
She punched the man with a "bang" and fell heavily. The man wailed bitterly, constantly struggling to beg for mercy, and Lu Yan ignored it.
Blood flowed down the man's face, and at that moment he seemed to have seen the evil ghost Rakshasa from hell.
At this moment, the only few people left wanted to attack Lu Yan from behind.
"Damn it, stinky girls!"
Zhao Yijin took out a portable fruit knife from somewhere. The blade was thin and sharp, and the iron was cut like mud, and the cold silver light shone with the cold air.
He looked at Lu Yan's white and slender neck, and the sharp blade in his hand stabbed down without any mercy.
Almost in the flash, Lu Yan leaned over and rolled to the side to dodge the deadly knife in Zhao Yijin's hand.
This completely angered Lu Yan. Her beautiful fox eyes narrowed and spit out cold words, "Do you want to kill me?"
(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!