The drunkard looked at the playboy with his head down and murmured, "Strange, although this person's nose is crooked, it is still not ugly."

The playboy gasped and wanted to stand up.

But the drunkard's feet had already flown. He felt a biting soreness on his waist, and his facial features seemed to be deformed, and his mouth was full of cracked teeth.

The drunk man nodded slowly and said, "This is better, but I can make you better."

The flower molecule no longer had only fear and said in a trembling voice: "Why do you... want to deal with me?"

The drunk man talked: "Because she is my bitch, my bitch is alone, not yours."

He sneered again and raised his fist, trying to make the colorful face look better.

A hand suddenly stretched out from behind and pressed his arm. With just this press, he couldn't use his strength and his fists slowly fell down.

A man appeared behind him silently and stopped him from punching. It must be no difficulty to take his life silently.

The drunk man's sweat crawled all over his body in an instant, and the smell of alcohol was dissipated, and he immediately sobered up.

He turned around and swept over, but swept it away.

A young man stood there, looking at him with a smile and said, "Brother, don't be excited, I promise not to beat you to death. If you beat you to death, I will have big trouble."

The drunkard who had sobered up said vigilantly: "Who are you?"

The young man said, "My surname is Lu and my name is Renjia. It doesn't matter who I am, but do you know who the person you beat?"

The drunk man glanced at the red cloak young master who had been beaten beyond recognition by him and recalled it carefully, but he didn't know which martial arts family the young master belonged to.

He had sent someone to check that although the young master's surname was Hua, his ancestors did not have Hua Wuque. Hua Manlou's ancestor was just the son of a big businessman in the city. When the big businessman saw him, he would only dare to crawl and walk.

The drunk man said, "Who is he?"

The young man shook his head and said, "I don't know either, but I don't think he looks like a bad guy, so I want to ask you why you beat him?"

The drunk man smiled and said, "Do I need a reason to hit someone?"

The young man also smiled and applauded, "Well said!"

Then he punched, which was not fast, was not a very exquisite martial art, and it was not even a change.

The drunkard instantly saw that there were eighteen flaws in this punch. He could come up with thirty-seven ways to crack it, but the next moment his nose was hit, making blood burst out, and his nose was crooked halfway, but it seemed like a sauce shop was opened, and all the salty, sour and spicy were rolled out.

The young man stepped forward, grabbed the drunk man's neck, slapped him in the face, but it seemed like a temple full of water and land. The chimes, cymbals and cymbals sounded together.

The drunk man turned around in place, covering his beaten cheek, and fell to the ground as he heard the buzzing echo in his ears.

The young man didn't plan to let him go, so he stepped forward and rode on him, punched him in the corner of his eyes, making the edges of his eyes crack, and black beads burst out, as if a colorful silk shop was opened, red, black and purple were about to bloom.

These three beats made the drunk man look beyond recognition, and it was even more miserable than the playboy, but as the young man said, his strength would not kill the drunk man on the spot.

The drunk man was pressed under his body, and a heavy shadow appeared in front of him. He was dizzy and bit his shattered teeth and said, "Why did you want to deal with me? Did King Wan Peng send you here?"

The young man said: "Which wild bird is King Wanpeng? Do I need a reason to hit you?"

The drunkard smiled and said, "It's true that there is no need. People as skilled as you will hit anyone you want! The person who is beaten will still thank you. It will kill someone without a punch!"

The young man said, "I am a reasoned person, so I will give you a reasonable reason. I was walking happily, and suddenly I saw you beating a beautiful boy I like, smashing his beautiful face. So I don't like you, so I will teach you a lesson for your uncle. Can you accept this reason?"

The drunk man nodded and said, "A good reason, I won't lose this blow!"

The young man also nodded and said, "Talking to smart people is easy to deal with. Do you know what to do?"

The drunk man said, "I will ask the best doctor in the world to treat the young master's injuries, and then kneel in front of him and let him beat me up and vent my anger, and then give me a reward worth a thousand gold."

The young man stood up with satisfaction, rubbed the blood from his fists on the drunkard's clothes, and left with his hands humming a song.

"If you say you want to leave, let's go... I yelled when I see unfairness on the road. If you should take action, you will go to Jiuzhou for a long time..."

The song came over, and the drunk man felt that the tune of the song was heroic, and it sounded like the tune of local folk songs from Shandong, Henan and Hebei, which was worthy of the image of a rough and proud hero in the world.

But the young man who beat him up was not arrogant or arrogant. He felt like the product of a cunning fox and a strong leopard, and it was not worthy of this song at all.

He had never seen a fox who was more cunning than a drunk man, and he had never seen a leopard who was more agile than him.

Who is this person? Even if the old man stands in front of him, he will still take away his glory and turn into an ordinary old man with a hunched back and a big belly.

The drunk man didn't think so much. He only knew that no matter who the person was, the things he had to do must be done.

He got up tremblingly, walked to the Playboy, respectfully and carefully helped the Playboy up, just like a servant who was quick to handle others.

...

Xiaodie stood there, facing the bustling street market with brightly lit lights.

The red cloak she was wearing was even brighter under the light, and it was full of colorful colors, just like the wings of a butterfly.

Watching the young man humming a song toward her, she smiled, and she smiled beautifully, like a young wife who saw her beloved husband coming home.

But her smile disappeared quickly, just like a flash in the pan. As her smile dissipated, the lights around seemed to dim.

She frowned and said, "Why didn't you beat him to death?"

Luo Feng said helplessly: "You may not believe it when you say it. I don't beat him to death to defend the peace on earth and save the world."

The drunk man was named Rikakawa, who was the number one villain in the meteor plot world, a man who played infernal Affairs and had a flower.

The alertness of the main god on the mission panel has reached 58%. As the number one villain, Rikagawa will increase the alertness of the main god by 30% if he is killed by Luo Feng, and he will directly enter the world-wide enemy mode.

If Luo Feng cannot stop killing one or two famous plot characters in order to protect himself, the main god's alertness will reach 100%, and he will start a world-destroying attack, or a meteorite hit, or an abnormal solar storm, or a gamma ray tide swept by, the earth will be destroyed in an instant.

However, when Luo Feng lies, others often believe it, but when he tells the truth, no one believes it.

Xiaodie cried, crying so hard that the pear blossoms were raining.

When a beautiful girl crys in front of a boy, boys are often at a loss and unknowingly agree to all requests made by the girl.
Chapter completed!