Quick wear: spoil the villain as a stand-in

Chapter 125 No one doesn't like studying, right? (10)

"When the road is rough, draw your sword to help?" Ling Yang raised her hand lightly, the steel pipe in her hand was shining brightly, it was just picked up from the ground.

Lu Qi: "..."

The pain in the morning was still there, Lu Qi subconsciously took a step back.

Ling Yang is not as delicate as she looks on the surface. In terms of combat power, she can roughly guess that the opponent has also practiced it based on the one hand in the morning.

And... Lu Qi looked at the gangsters lying moaning behind Ling Yang, and his brows twitched uneasily.

"Xu Zhiyin... are you sure you want to take care of this?"

"Obviously." Ling Yang responded, while knocking behind him with a steel pipe——

Someone rushed towards her back just now, thinking it was a sneak attack, but before he got close to Lingyang, she was hit by a steel pipe in her lower abdomen, and then he fell to the ground with his stomach in his arms.

"Don't regret it." Seeing Ling Yang approaching, Lu Qi threateningly said, "If you dare to touch me today, I will make it difficult for you to stay in No. [-] Middle School!"

Ling Yang: "Oh, I'm so scared."

She's a great read with no emotion.

Lu Qi: "..."

She felt slighted.

"But... continue if you want to fight, and get out if you don't..." Ling Yang raised her chin impatiently, her tone slowly elongated, and in the gap between her elongation, these gangsters had no intention of retreating, so She bent her lips again and smiled: "It seems that you want to continue."

The girl's voice fell, and in the last rays of the setting sun, she threw the steel pipe in her hand, knocking down two or three people on the opposite side like throwing a bowling ball.

"boom--"

The steel pipe bounced back against the wall with a loud bang.

This sound was like some kind of signal, and the battle that had just stalled was immediately started again.

Ten minutes later, Lu Qi got on her own motorcycle, and behind her sat a punk covering his face and moaning.

"You guys wait, I'll call some more reinforcements!"

Then, the roar of the locomotive sounded, and the strong smell of gasoline filled the entire alley, and the two sped away, with a mess behind them.

When Ling Yang was fighting, he still kept his hands away.

Someone once ridiculed that if you want to fight with professional players in the wild, it is better to give the opponent a weapon, otherwise they will not be able to hold back with bare hands, and it is easy to beat them down.

Obviously, among the people present this time, both Ling Yang and Feng Qizhe were of this level, and both of them aimed to make the other party lose their ability to move, so it wasn't too much.

The real fight is mostly skillful.

But this level has already made it unbearable for ordinary people who have never practiced. They fell to the ground and howled, as if their lives were not long.

Ling Yang looked up at the boy.

The two looked at each other, and left the alley first as if they had a tacit understanding.

At this time, a bloodstain was drawn on Feng Qizhen's delicate cheek by the corner of the steel pipe. It was stained with dust and he was a bit embarrassed. The naturally curly brown hair is also a little messy at this time, but the eyes are still as calm as they were at the beginning.

"Are you quite capable of fighting?" Ling Yang put down the sleeves he had just rolled up, and pointed to the boy's face, "It's broken."

"It's okay." The boy paused before speaking.

He gently raised his hand to touch the wound on his face, the blood was stained on his hand, and he rubbed it casually.

"Thank you for today's matter."

"Well," Ling Yang nodded generously, and then she suddenly raised the corners of her lips, "But don't you think this kind of thank you is perfunctory?"

(End of this chapter)