"That rogue is back?"

When Yu Qing heard the harsh voice, he knew that the fierce male owner from the neighbor's house had come to him.

The two families have a very stern relationship due to the garbage in the corridor, but it can be regarded as "no acquaintance without fighting".

At least, Yu Qing knew that the male owner of the neighbor's neighbor was named Zhou Mingqiang. He was a middle-aged hooligan who had no regular businessman to do and could only brag and spank with a group of tattooed men, drink and play with numbness to spend time.

And in Zhou Qiang's arrogant roar, there was a vague intermittent crying of a child.

"cry?"

"Why are you crying?"

"You still have the face to cry in front of me!"

Before the child could cry, Zhou Qiang yelled angrily:

"He asked you to pick up the trash and go back?"

"Not even courage!"

"You are so famous in the Tao, he is just a student doll. Why are you afraid of him?"

The child's cry suddenly stopped, but Yu Qing could still hear his uncontrollable sob through the door.

"Open the door!"

Zhou Qiang obviously ignored his timid son and soon focused his energy on smashing Yu Qing’s door:

"Stupid brat!"

"While I'm not at home, bullying my son?"

"I tell you, I'll throw this trash away today!"

"If you have any objections, come out and practice with me!"

Zhou Qiangsheng has a big waist and a round waist, a fat body, and a strong face with a domineering tattoo that people in society must have. He is confident when he says this, and when he slapped the door, he is like beating a drum.

And Yu Qing?

As a neighbor opposite, Zhou Qiang certainly met Yu Qing.

Like Yu Qing's father who can't beat him with three sticks, the white and thin Yu Qing is also very lethal and easily bullied by hooligans at first glance.

Therefore, Zhou Qiang is now shooting the door unscrupulously:

"hurry up!"

"Boy, get out of here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was opened as he wished.

"OK!"

Zhou Qiang smiled coldly, his expression was very bad:

"I finally know to get out, see if I'm not."

He only said half of the words, and the words were all stuck in his throat.

Because Yu Qing poked his head out from behind the door.

Because the effect of the demonic energy has not yet subsided, he now looks like this:

The expression was distorted like an evil ghost, his eyes were red like a mad cow, his forehead was covered with blue veins, and his exposed arms were tightened with knotted muscles.

A zombie was released from the cage.

Zhou Qiang was immediately scared and sweated.

Yu Qing stared at the evil neighbor who had been resentful for a long time in front of him with a fierce look, and asked knowingly:

"Why, I have something to do with me?"

"without"

Seeing Yu Qing's terrifying expression that was like a zombie infection, Zhou Qiang subconsciously wanted to retract his head.

However, thanks to his courage to show off in front of others over the years, he quickly regained his aura as a social person in front of Yu Qing:

"Of course, of course there's something wrong!"

Zhou Qiang mustered up the courage to stare at Yu Qing, who looked like an evil ghost, and said with a harsh look on his face:

"Isn't it just helping throw some garbage?"

"Your father didn't say he didn't want to, you ran out and called him."

"Shut up!"

Yu Qing rudely interrupted Zhou Qiang's speech, his voice frighteningly cold.

He was already in a state of disorder due to the stimulation of the demonic energy, his emotions were out of control, and he was so irritable that he wanted to tear down the house and cut down people.

Being able to attack the other party without opening the door is the limit of his willpower.

And now, the guy in front of him is still unwilling to go back as soon as possible?

"court death!"

Yu Qing's arm ejected out like a poisonous snake bites it.

The next second, the muscles were tight and the arms that burst out with blue veins firmly jammed Zhou Qiang's neck like a vise.

"you?!"

Zhou Qiang's breathing suddenly stopped and he could no longer say a word.

"Woooooo"

Zhou Qiang was stuck in his neck and locked his breath by Yu Qing, and he had to subconsciously struggle desperately.

But unexpectedly, his two thick and strong flower arms were useless in front of Yu Qing. No matter how hard he tried, he could not break Yu Qing's small arm that still looked thin and thin after being stimulated by the demonic energy.

Zhou Qiang couldn't even shout out help, and the arrogance in his eyes turned into fear and panic in an instant.

Yu Qing looked at his enemy's miserable and powerless look and unconsciously felt a sick pleasure in his heart, and the scarlet light flashed in his eyes became even more intense.

The demonic energy was infested, and the inner demon secretly arose, and a terrible voice began to echo in his mind:

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Don't kill me!"

Thanks to our country's excellent ideological and political education, when the tyrannical pleasure gradually fermented and even completely destroyed the reason, Yu Qing suddenly felt a sudden stern:

"calm!"

"Malaysia, Lenin, Mao and Deng are all in front!"

He recited the Taoist nine-character mantra, and the 24-character vocal of the Great Dao and Sanskrit, and played the melodious tune of "Tears in the Iron Window" in his mind, and his thinking suddenly became clear.

Then, Yu Qing decisively let go of the hand that captured Zhou Qiang.

Because the demonic energy had not dissipated and his heart was depressed, he directly punched with all his strength, venting all the evil fire in his heart on the wall of the corridor next to him.

boom!

With a dull sound, a dense crack appeared on the wall instantly.

The desire for destruction, which had long been suppressed, finally burst out happily at this moment.

After one punch, the person is fine, the fist is fine

The wall made of steel and concrete was obviously concave by Yu Qing's punch.

"call--"

Yu Qing breathed a long sigh of relief, and used the punch just now to release the long-depressed madness in his heart.

His face finally returned to normal.

But Zhou Qiang's face was as white as a piece of toilet paper:

"Ni, Nima, Tyson?"

Can he block the neck of a strong man in society with one hand and punch the cement wall with one punch? Is this TM still the cowardly son of the honest man opposite the door?

"how?"

Yu Qing opened her mouth and gave the other party a gentle and friendly smile:

"Is there anything wrong with me now?"

For a social person who values ​​face and prestige, bowing his head in front of a little kid like Yu Qing is undoubtedly a very embarrassing thing.

But now the other party's fist is too hard, and his own group of tattooed brothers are not by his side. Zhou Qiang had to swallow his anger and said, "No more."

"Since it's okay"

Yu Qing glanced at Zhou Qiang coldly:
To be continued...