Xiao Yun's expression of nothing happened, as if the person who had just shot was not him.
"Brother, let's go." Xiao Yun pulled Zhang Zhengye, who was so dumbfounded, and walked towards the door.
Behind him, a group of people later burst into exclaiming.
"Biao ... Brother Biao! Brother Biao!"
"Hurry up, call the ambulance! Brother Biao's nose bone is broken!"
"Hand! Brother Biao's hand is broken! What should I do ..."
In the underground boxing field, I made a mess in an instant.
Even if someone noticed that Xiao Yun pulled Zhang Zhengye to leave, he didn't dare to stop it at all, and even lowered his head, for fear that he would treat Xiao Yun.
As a result, Xiao Yun shook the ground so much, and Zhang Zhengye, who was stunned, walked out of the underground boxing field.
After leaving the door, the two returned to the first floor by the elevator.
Until the evening wind blew, Zhang Zhengye returned to God with a spirit.
He looked at Xiao Yun, who was unscathed, and looked back at the door of the hotel. In an instant, he slowly overflowed with a surprise.
"Xiaoyun, I didn't expect you to fight so much! It's so awesome!" Zhang Zhengye rubbed Xiao Yun's hair and said excitedly.
Xiao Yun's face restored the shy look.
He felt embarrassedly touched his nose and said, "Hey, it's okay."
Although this underground boxing field is only a project of entertainment, it is not a real master.
But Li Biao, as a retired champion, is impossible to have a little itself.
It is incredible that Xiao Yun's can easily defeat each other!
On the way back, Zhang Zhengye asked Xiao Yun curiously, where he learned.
Xiao Yun smiled and only said that he would play a set of five poultry dramas every morning.
Zhang Zhengye was even more surprised that his chin fell to the ground.
After this farce, the two people had no interest and then went there to find fun, and drove back to Dingxiu Qingxi.
Zhang Zhengye parked the car at the door of the No. 1 villa. He did not turn off the fire. Instead, he sat on the driver's seat. After a few words with Xiao Yun, he was ready to leave.
After Xiao Yunmu left his car, he turned around and walked towards his house.
As soon as he entered the house, he received a call from Lin Qiaoqiao.
"Xiao Yun, have you slept?"
On the other side of the phone, Lin Qiaoqiao's voice was hoarse and lazy.
"There is no Miss Er. Is there anything?" Xiao Yun said.
"Woohoo, Xiao Yun, Pitter died ..." Lin Qiaoqiao swallowed on the phone.
"Ah? Pitter is dead?" Xiao Yun said with a fog.
Who is Pete? Lin Qiaoqiao's good friend?
In an instant, Xiao Yun's mind appeared on her proud face, full of tears.
"Miss Er, people can't be resurrected, don't cry." Xiao Yun was not good at comforting people, and said stupidly.
After a few seconds of silence on the phone, Lin Qiaoqiao continued: "Xiao Yun, you come over to accompany me immediately."
Without waiting for Xiao Yun to say something, there is a disconnected "Dudu" sound on the side of the phone.
Miss Qian Jin really tossed people.
Xiao Yun held the phone and sighed helplessly.
He went up to the mother's room on the second floor and simply explained it, and took a jacket, hurriedly out of the community, hit a taxi on the side of the road, and quickly rushed to the villa on the bank of the Lin family on the bank of the Golden Lake.