The footsteps gradually approached, the lights suddenly turned off again, the brief darkness dissipated, and I could gradually see my surroundings clearly.
Chen Changming, an old bastard, and a dozen people were showing off their power outside the cage.
"Zhi Ling."
Chen Changming shouted softly with a playful smile on his lips.
Only then did I notice that the person standing next to him was the yellow-robed Taoist priest!
Sure enough, if you let the tiger return to the mountain, you will have to pay a thousand times the price.
Last time Ji Canghai and I beat him up, but today he will definitely not let me go.
Chen Changming gave a thumbs up to the yellow-robed Taoist priest: "This cage is made just right."
The yellow-robed Taoist smiled proudly: "This cage is tailor-made for them."
"Wow."
The yellow-robed Taoist priest shook his hand, took out a folder, and smiled sinisterly.
"Ji Canghai, Muay Thai boxer."
He looked down at the folder: "I accidentally killed my best brother on the stage, right?"
When he said this, I already felt something was wrong.
This is the injury Ji Canghai hides deep in his heart and cannot be touched at all!
"You got sick on stage and that's why you killed someone, right?"
Ji Canghai punched the iron cage: "Shut up, shut up!"
"We're here just now, don't worry."
He flipped through the cases in his hand again and said word by word: "Not only do you have bipolar disorder, you also have post-war traumatic syndrome, right?"
"Go away, go away!"
I looked back and saw that Ji Canghai's eyes were blood red.
I grabbed his sleeve as much as possible in the small space and called softly: "Erhai, Erhai..."
"This is what you fear most."
Before he finished speaking, an octagonal bell appeared on the hand of the yellow-robed Taoist priest.
"Ding ding ding..."
I have been to the Octagon before, and this sound is the signal for the fight to begin inside the cage!
Ji Canghai raised his fist and smashed the cage until it buzzed.
It's over, Ji Canghai is completely sick!
I used all my energy to suck the breast, pulled my body back as far as possible, and used all my strength to protect Ji Canghai's lower back.
"Bang!"
Ji Canghai didn't even look back, and put his elbow on my upper lip. For a moment, I felt as if my brain had been hit with a hammer.
Chen Changming laughed so hard outside the cage that he clapped his hands: "It's so fun, so fun!"
"You should be quite content with being beaten to death by one of your own, right?"
This time I learned to be smart. The moment I hugged Ji Canghai's waist, I buried my head down.
If the beating continued like this, Ji Canghai would either have his hands broken, or his energy and blood would be reversed, and he would die suddenly on the spot.
At this time, besides being angry, I felt more distressed.
Regarding Ji Canghai's illness, I have never found a pattern. I only know how to protect him as much as possible.
Unexpectedly, such a deep secret was discovered by them.
At this moment, a strong pressure came from behind me, and the dark wind blowing from the ground formed a vortex in mid-air.
I heard a shout in the air: "Don't hurt my lord!"
Before I could react, a few feet of pink silk was thrown out by the wind and wrapped around Chen Changming's legs in an instant.
"Swish..."
The whirlwind trembled violently for a few times, the silk material rose from low to high, and Chen Changming had been swept into the wind and hung directly upside down on the tree.
The old bastard reacted quickly. He kicked off his legs, and one leg was already free of the silk, hanging upside down on the tree like a golden hook.
"Hey!"
Chen Changming took out a half-foot-long knife from his chest, cut the silk with one blow, and then somersaulted down, landing safely on the ground.
"sieve!"
On the first day of the year, his figure emerged from the wind and stood directly in front of me.
"My Lord, don't be afraid, I am here!"
I don’t know why, the appearance of the first grade of junior high school moved me inexplicably.
She and I had only known each other for a few hours, and she knew that Chen Changming had a magic weapon on his body.
But she still rushed out.
Chen Changming held the knife in one hand and sneered, "You talk about how righteous you are every day, but don't you also raise a brat?"
I spat fiercely outside: "F***! Do you think everyone is the same as you?"
Chu Yi didn't look back, but put his hand on the cage.
"Buzz..."
There was a faint vibration from the cage, and the cage opened from the middle as if it was cut.
At this moment, I just felt like it was getting bright.
"Hey!"
Before I even took my first breath, Ji Canghai glared with two bull's eyes, kicked his foot, and rushed into the crowd of Chen Changming like an arrow from a string.
Ji Canghai, who was not sick, was already like a living king of hell, but now his bipolar disorder was aroused, and he looked like a murderous god!
