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Chapter 26 The King of Mouth Cannons

He Yin spared no effort in urging him to say: [Come out, you must come out, you see I have drawn all the signatures, good luck!I have to come out to make an appointment for a meal today, otherwise we will all be sorry for this auspicious signature. 】

Wen Miao: "..."

Okay, okay.

Wen Miao was persuaded by him, and replied with a nodding emoji, put away her phone and prepared to change clothes and go out.

But He Yin's signature seems really inaccurate.

Because the three of them had just met near Wanda Plaza, and without saying a word, they were blocked by a group of people who fell from the sky. Judging from their age, they should be between youth and teenagers, eighteen or nineteen years old, the oldest He was in his early twenties.

But all of them are tall and burly, and each of them can be a seed player in sumo wrestling if they are singled out.

The leading young man with a scar on his forehead was the first to speak: "It was my three little brothers who you beat yesterday?"

Wen Miao blinked, but said nothing.

To be exact, there is no "we", only "you".

During the confrontation between the two sides before the battle horn sounded, Wen Miao purposely went to count the number of people on the other side.

For a man of this stature, she can easily get one, two are okay, three are okay, but four, five, six, seven... seven people, isn't that a bit too much?

The seven people are quite neat, and the seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple are allocated to each person's head on a household basis, and they are gathered together to form a rainbow bridge of human heads.

He Yin stared at the Rainbow Bridges, and moved forward a small half step.

As the only male in the threesome, He Yin felt that he had a heavy burden on his shoulders, and he thought about what Wen Miao once said, "For things like fighting, you have to suppress the other party in terms of momentum." , so without saying a word, He Yin rolled up his sleeves recklessly and rushed forward.

His charge was completely without warning, and Wen Miao didn't even have time to stop him.

When Wen Miao came to his senses, He Yin had already lay down peacefully.

The boss with the scar didn't even need to make a deliberate move, he just stretched out his arm and moved He Yin firmly to the ground.

He Yin was stuck abruptly and let out a mournful voice: "Woo..."

The teammate gave away the head so quickly that even Lin Er was taken aback for a moment. Wen Miao quickly went over and lifted him up, and couldn't help complaining: "Wow, Hippo, what did you do? You didn't Did you say that you drew a lucky sign? Did you draw it for the other side?!"

He Yin: "Oh..."

He was wronged.

Lin Er also bent down, grabbed He Yin's other arm, stood him up together with Wen Miao, and also complained: "Which unreliable constellation blogger are you looking at? Go back and remember Block him."

He Yin: "Which."

He was even more wronged.

Having been pinched by that arm just now, He Yin lowered his head and coughed for a long time. After recovering from the breath, he rolled up his sleeves again and wanted to charge up again.

A real man never admits defeat.

Wen Miao hurriedly grabbed him and persuaded: "Forget it, brother, you'd better take a rest, Haidilao's noodle-pullers are more agile than you."

He Yin: "..."

Thank you for being hurt.

He Yin has never won a fight, never lost a fight.

Commonly known as the king of mouth guns.

But wherever force is used, he can never be counted on.

(End of this chapter)