As soon as this statement came out, passers-by could not help but be shocked.
"What, he is a liar, he is so pitiful, how can he be a liar!"
"No way, how can you pretend to be disabled!"
I saw the beggar's eyes rolling, and then a look of grievance appeared on his face, and his voice became hoarse, and he spoke tremblingly, "Oh, I'm wronged, I'm in my dying years, old man.
My leg has been broken for decades, how can I be a liar?"
"Ha!" Seeing his appearance, Du Zhiqing snorted with increasing disgust: "Stop pretending, today I will let you show your true colors in front of everyone!"
"Ouch!" Unexpectedly, after the beggar was kicked by her, he collapsed to the ground, and half of his legs were still hidden in his pants.
There was a look of pain on his face, and he was lying on the ground moaning in pain: "Oh, oh, oh, oh, it hurts, it hurts!"
Not long after, there was a layer of sweat on his head, and he looked extremely painful, as if he had been seriously injured.
Seeing his appearance, Du Zhiqing couldn't help but be shocked. She didn't expect that the liar's deeds were so deep, and he didn't expose them even after receiving such a blow.
"He's in such pain, how can he be a liar? A liar wouldn't pretend to be like this, would he?"
"He is just a disabled beggar. How can this girl be so unsympathetic and be so cruel to such a poor person?
People on the road didn't believe her, and Du Zhiqing couldn't help but feel anxious. Although the beggar was still pretending, she still insisted on her opinion unswervingly: "No, everyone, don't believe him. He is just pretending. Wait until I tear him apart."
Take off his mask and let you see his true face!"
After she said that, she picked up the beggar who was rolling on the ground in pain, raised her hand and grabbed his beard, trying to pull off his mask.
"Stop!" Unexpectedly, before she could pull down the mask, she was struck by a palm on her arm from nowhere. Although the palm was not strong, she was caught off guard and was knocked back.
Two or three steps.
He saw a young man with sharp eyebrows and sharp eyes standing in front of him, protecting the beggar.
He looked at Du Zhiqing from top to bottom, his obsidian eyes rolled around, and his words were a little glib: "You look like a good little girl, but you are too vicious-hearted. Martial arts practitioners don't practice their skills well.
What's the point of bullying a poor person?"
Seeing his demeanor, he must be an idle person. I have been pampered since I was a child.
A feeling of disgust arose in her heart, and she frowned, her eyes full of disdain: "Where are you from? I have exposed this liar's trick, what are you doing to cause trouble?"
"I'm not a liar, I'm not a liar. This girl insists on calling me a liar. She almost beat me to death just now. Oops..."
As soon as Du Zhiqing said this, the beggar started to moan pretentiously again, looking like he was driven out of his mind by her, and he hid behind the young man and shivered.
The more he saw his pretentious appearance, the anger in Du Zhiqing's heart became stronger, and even the gaze in his eyes condensed into balls of flame, "I asked you to pretend again, I have to tear off your mask today!"
She wanted to rush forward and pull the beggar out from behind Mo Jianchen.
"Stop!" Unexpectedly, before she could make a move, the young man raised his arm and pushed her back.
The young man turned to the beggar and said, "Don't be afraid, I won't let her hurt you."
He looked at Du Zhiqing in front of him, with a disdainful smile on his face: "You are a very unruly little girl, but your martial arts skills are far from what I am."
"It's a shame that you can meet someone as caring and caring as me. If you meet someone else, I'm afraid you won't be so lucky."
But seeing the teasing and frivolous tone in this young man's words, Du Zhiqing felt even more disgusted.
Her eyes were full of anger, her eyebrows were furrowed, and she raised her head: "He is obviously a liar. You are so stupid to protect a liar! I must expose him today, and no one can stop me."
If I know what's going on, get out of here!"
The young man smiled softly, looked at her sideways, and added a bit of ridicule in his words: "What if I just don't get out!"
"Looking for death!" Du Zhiqing became more and more angry. After saying this, he raised his palm, about to hit him, and said quickly: "Then don't blame me for being rude!"
Unexpectedly, the young man turned around and hugged her whole body, and happened to hold her straight in his arms from behind.
She couldn't help but feel angry, frowning, and struggled in the boy's arms, but her strength was no match for this scoundrel man. His arms were like tree roots, tightly hugging her.
She could only curse angrily: "You are an insidious scoundrel. How can you use underhanded tactics to win? Please let me go."
