A sound of leather cracking came from behind!
I subconsciously tightened my abdomen and waist, and used the only phone in my hand that I could use to fight back.
A chill shot up from behind me, as if my back had been poked, but I couldn't feel any pain.
The reality of the near-death crisis left me no time to think about anything else. I scratched the ground with my left hand, waved my right hand backwards, and kicked my legs up.
Although I couldn't see the movements of the fat man behind him, I could imagine him losing his mind and going crazy.
Drunk people are most likely to lose control. They will do whatever comes to their mind and will never give up until they achieve their goals.
Chen Tong fought to the death to protect me, and I will fight to the death to protect him.
As for the rest, I didn't think much about it at all.
Suddenly, my fingers felt cold, and a blood mark appeared from my fingers, and blood seeped out.
knife! !
It's that sharp boning knife!
I had no idea how this boning knife fell to the ground, but I quickly found the handle of the boning knife, changed my hand, and pulled it diagonally from bottom to top!
This knife was empty!
I turned my wrist, changed the angle, lay on Chen Zhuo and pulled hard back!
"ah!"
A howl like a slaughtering pig came!
Suddenly, a mountain of flesh appeared on my body, which immediately made me breathless.
The next second, a huge pig's head drooped next to me, and two dead fish eyes stared at me.
"Hoho..."
"Hoo..."
"My feet, my feet..."
The fat man pressed down on me and Chen Zhu, a mountain of flesh that kept shaking, and the air was filled with the smell of wine, which made me vomit.
A rapid and piercing siren sounded in the distance. Under the mountain of meat, I couldn't move. I just held the boning knife tightly and tilted my head, howling crazily.
"Whoever the hell dares to come here, I will kill him!"
After crossing the old threshold of Sunday, a burst of rain suddenly fell in Yandu in the morning on Monday, and the temperature in Yandu plummeted by three degrees.
The mud on the streets intertwined with the cold air, and the winter in Yandu came quietly with this light rain.
The golden color of the city in my memory has long been replaced by the bright branches of the trees, leaving only the mottled and faded red walls.
On the high eaves of Zhengyang Gate, the two auspicious beasts looked down at the world coldly, and then watched the last northern wild goose passing by the Forbidden City, screaming lonely, and flying to the warm south.
On both sides of Imperial College Street, the sycamore trees and ginkgo trees that have left countless people with beautiful memories are like signs of old age and decay. They have completely lost their former vitality and pride. Even if they take the initiative to take off the cover, they can't attract anyone to look back.
Occasionally, one or two tourists stopped by, but they only said one thing about the ugly tree: "The swallows are really boring in winter."
Yandu is really boring in winter, with fewer tourists and less hustle and bustle.
The Confucius Temple and the Imperial College next door were finally cleaned up when winter came, and even the withered and yellow weeds on the eaves of the tall Wanren Palace wall were gone from the arrogance of the Confucius' disciples in the past.
A gust of wind blew, and the trembling weeds let out a miserable cry and reluctantly fell into Fangzhou's second courtyard.
Before the weeds could call out that she was the Immortal Grass Lady who had accompanied Confucius for a year, a tattered broom ruthlessly swept the weeds into the garbage shovel.
"Such a big weed, it's all dried out. It's just right for Mr. Hai to make a fire for me."
Haiye picked up the weeds and came to the door of my office. Regardless of the strong resistance of the Lady of the Grass, he pressed the lighter and turned the Lady of the Grass into a pile of ashes.
"Every year, a lot of hay falls from the walls of Wanren Palace, which is perfect for making fires."
"You brat, close the fucking window again, I don't want to live anymore."
Hai Ye directly smashed a piece of glass on the south window, carefully picked up the residue, and scolded me.
At the end, Haiye quietly approached me again and offered me a refill of boiling water in a flattering manner: "What about that? How about it? In which year is the Universiade? Is there any chance of going up this year?"
I tossed the red paper in my hand, leaned back lazily, and opened a letter: "Do you want me to count fortune, official status, or marriage?"
This is a letter from the city, and it has a stamp.
Today, very few people still use letters, but Lin Chaoxi is an exception.
This is the letter Lin Chaoxi wrote to me!
Gauntlet!
Lin Chaoxi did not come to write a letter of challenge in person like Huang Shengyang's wife Pan Datiannu, but used the oldest letter.
This shows that this girl is a very conservative person.
Like the wife Hao Pan and the Great Goddess, Lin Chaoxi's challenge letter was also written in handwriting mode.
Her pen calligraphy is a little less murderous than Fuhao Pan, and a little more sharp than Xiao Beibi!
From high to low, the literary talents of the three heroines with handwritten letters of challenge are as follows.
Lin Chaoxi, Fuhao Pan, Xiao Beibi.
Lin Zhaoxi's writing style is very delicate. It doesn't have the broad opening and closing of Fuhao Pan, and it doesn't have the bloody and throat-closing style of Xiao Beibi. Read the book
Her writing style is like her character, sharp, penetrating, and sharp.
In the letter, Lin used all the bamboos in Nanshan to count my endless sins. And he used it to break the waves of the East China Sea and complained bitterly about my sins.
In the middle, there is added the long-winded talk of old friends who are far away from each other and the willows fluttering in the wind.
Um.
Judging from the passage in the middle, Lin Chaoxi, a well-known figure who would have been Princess Gu Lun in the Qing Dynasty, is a bit glassy!
Finally, Lin Chaoxi gave me a pre-war declaration.
"Gold wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken."
Looking at this letter of challenge filled with determination, I seemed to see Lin Chaoxi's curling back becoming increasingly blurry in front of my eyes, and finally lost in the long river of memory.
This girl hates me to the core because of her second uncle.
It has to be said that Lin Zhaoxi is indeed a girl with a pure heart and a beautiful body.
Such a flower should be left to someone who cherishes it better than a destroyer like me.
for example……
The old nerd who defeated Lin Zhaoxi!
He signed his name on the receipt and handed it to Haiye carefully, reminding Tu Laoliang to hand it to Lin Chaoxi personally.
Haiye carefully put the receipt slip into his inner bag, but surprisingly he didn't hit me.
The pig-faced man smiled, rubbed his hands carefully, and said in a gentle voice that he had never heard before: "What about that? Tong Banxian, can you be tied for first place in the Universiade official star marriage?"
I threw the red paper directly to Hai Ye: "Please ask someone else!"
