At the school gate, there is a noisy crowd, a young man with a pot head, and a strong figure holding a stick.

Generally speaking, it is difficult for these elements to appear at the same time.

After all, everyone is busy studying, and there are not so many people with money and leisure time.

But this is the kind of person he is.

"Coming?"

The tall and thin man held a cigarette in his mouth, flicked the pot lid twice, and looked at the young man standing in front of him.

He was slowly moving his wrist, as if he didn't intend to surrender.

"I want to..."

You Kuang wanted to take a cigarette, but found that he had forgotten to light it.

As he spoke, he lowered his head and prepared to take out the lighter from his pocket.

At this moment, the pitch-black plastic riot baton quickly enlarged in front of his eyes.

The wind howled, and when no one could react, Wang Jin moved without warning.

The riot baton hit You Kuang hard on the face.

The back molars seemed to be alive, jumping away from the constraints of the oral cavity.

The brain tissue dances in the cranial cavity and comes into close contact with the skull.

Lost teeth and had a slight concussion.

Wang Jin was not in the mood to argue with an ordinary school bully, nor did he intend to engage in a harsh exchange of words.

Wouldn’t it be better for everyone to just do it directly?

"Standing so close, how dare you take your eyes away from me?"

Wang Jin grinned with a kind smile.

"Buzz!"

The world was spinning, my ears were ringing, and my eyes were filled with stars.

This is how you feel now.

He didn't expect that this young man wearing glasses was so ungrateful that he would launch a sneak attack before he could react.

So shameless.

But since Kuang was no longer able to express his views, he could only spin in circles and fall to the ground...

No, falling to the ground is too luxurious for him.

Yu Kuang felt a chill in his lower body, and Wang Jin's figure quickly moved away.

Far away with him was the ground.

He seemed to be flying.

After a while, the lower body recovered from the numbness, and the heartbreaking pain stimulated the confused brain.

He received a powerful slap on his vaginal leg.

Only then did the workers with bread bags on their heads react.

My boss's child seems to have flown out.

There is no way that lifting one's vaginal legs can make someone fly away!

Be a human being.

"Tsk...you are really not evil."

Wang Jin looked at You Kuang, who was lying on the ground whimpering like a prawn, and muttered a few words with a look of disappointment.

The next second, he swung the riot stick and turned his attention to the workers.

"Let's go together, I'm going home in a hurry to have dinner."

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"Ahem...I'm old guy..."

In the ruins of Nianpangou, Shi Baibai slowly opened his eyes.

He pinched his fingers and roughly estimated the lifespan he had lost.

"Five years...not bad."

Putting the tortoise shell and the "Nothing" card back into his pocket, the fat man climbed up holding on to the wall.

After seeing Bai Jiu bring a bunch of immortals to rescue him, he lost consciousness.

His energy and energy were exhausted, and he should have slept all night like She Yin did.

Fortunately, he was strong and recovered quickly.

"The Immortal family has left each other, and I will keep you company for a long time."

A man in a white mandarin coat sat cross-legged and had dried blood on his body.

"Thank you, Brother Nine."

Shi Baibai grinned and tried hard to move his legs that were no longer working well.

"Shitou...you may be in trouble."

Bai Jiu stretched out his hand to support the fat man, his expression a little complicated.

"The one who really defeated the old man was not us, but a man with two mouths."

"Look carefully at the third stripe on the tortoise shell."

"good."

Shi Baibai squinted his eyes and looked at the tortoise shell in the light of the setting sun.

The handwriting is blurry and it can only be seen that it begins with "多".

But once you get in touch with the actual situation, you can roughly guess the missing words.

People who talk too much.

"Two mouths...man of many words..."

Shi Baibai grinned and wiped off the blood on the tortoise shell.

"Okay, it can be considered a gain. I can work for Wang Jin."

"Did you kid listen to me?"

Bai Jiu sighed, with a complicated expression.

"You're a flawless kid. You've never been to the antique market from beginning to end. No one knows what you want to buy... How did the person who stole your life find you?"

"I suspect it's the boy from last night, he..."

"Brother Ninth, you are wrong."

Shi Baibai shook his head and spoke with a smile.

"Have you ever seen Wang Jin treating other people's wounds?"

"Clean, disinfect, suture, bandage."

"Professional and rigorous, like a machine."

"After doing all this, he can even help others pack their clothes."

The fat man narrowed his eyes and walked back side by side with Bai Jiu.

"Brother Ninth, tell me, how could such a person not notice that he was being followed?"

"So, what sensed me must be some ability of the person who stole the life."

"Tsk, what you said makes sense."

Bai Jiu raised his eyebrows.

He thought of the black creatures that came forward after Wang Jin lost consciousness.

"But this is even more difficult to deal with. That old man may cause trouble for you at any time."

"Yeah... go back and think of a solution."

Shi Baibai sighed and did not investigate who the talkative person was.

Since he is able to help, it means that the other party has no hostility.

However, as evil people entered the scene one by one, things gradually became complicated.

Since he had made up his mind to help Wang Jin, he had to make plans in advance.

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To be continued...