Chapter 1270 Enemies meet on a narrow road
“It’s none of her business...”
It’s that girl.
She herself was trembling with fear, but she still protected Nan Jiaojiao.
"I bumped into you, and I apologized. If I didn't say anything right, I'll apologize to you, but this is the Li family's daughter's banquet, and you are making such a fuss in the presence of others. Not compatible..."
"She is also educating us!"
A few men burst out laughing.
“Didn’t I tell you already? Our young master Bo has fallen in love with you. As long as you serve him well, we will forgive you.”
“Yes, just close your eyes. Why don't you have a good eye about your legs? There are so many people but you bump into our brother Bo. He is in a bad mood today, so he has to take it out on you."
"It's okay. We, Brother Bo, are interested in your beauty, but we are not trying to kill you. Why are you being pretentious? You have to make a fuss.”
Song Yuan was trembling all over, ashamed and angry, biting her lower lip, "You can't...I, I can give you money."
"Money?"
They seemed to have heard a joke.
"Which one of you looks like you are short of money?"
The person who spoke came over and grabbed Song Yuan's shoulders.
Nan Jiaojiao saw from the gap between her fingers that the girl's face was pale, her eyes were filled with tears, and her pitiful face could easily arouse people's desire for protection.
Nan Jiaojiao never admits that she is a straight man, but she often does things like seeing injustice on the road.
As soon as she raised her hand, Song Yuan pressed her down. He leaned close to her and whispered: "Don't do it. You can't beat them. Just leave..."
She put Nan Jiaojiao pushed back hard.
Nan Jiaojiao followed Song Yuan's strength, grabbed her wrist, and broke off the dirty hand that had just grabbed Song Yuan's shoulder.
"Ah!!!"
Kung Fu?
Bo Yichen’s eyebrows jumped.
Looked over sharply.
He had gauze tied diagonally on his face, and the incision was very long. He didn’t cooperate at the beginning of the treatment, and there were more wounds on his face. His whole head was wrapped like a mummy. One eye was exposed, and that eye was half covered by gauze. He doesn't even look at his face when others poke him.
Nan Jiaojiao moves very quickly, her hands and feet are not idle. She always has one hand holding Song Yuan, and the other hand cooperates with her feet. Every time she makes a move, there is no one that is wrong. it's useless.
Hitting moves are also very bad.
Either kick the mistress's legs or slap her in the face.
Four or five men are as easy as squeezing chickens in her hands.
Bo Yichen wanted to see her face clearly, but his eyesight was not good enough. She moved away quickly, and just feeling that this figure made him feel panic and fear from the bottom of his heart.
I have never felt this way before.
He couldn't even hide his fear, and pointed at Nan Jiaojiao with trembling fingers, "Grab her! If I don't kill her tonight, I won't be Bo Yichen!"
who?
Nan Jiaojiao is not empty-eared this time.
Three words can be heard clearly.
We are really enemies!
Nan Jiaojiao didn't even bother to hesitate for half a second and planned to rush forward and beat the person.
My hand was suddenly pulled.
The force was falling, pulling Nan Jiaojiao back.
She turned around and saw Song Yuan covering her heart, her face as pale as paper.
Nan Jiaojiao frowned for a moment. She felt a little bit that the girl was in the way, but she didn't really push her away, but gave her a hand.
Who knew that when she was bending down, someone suddenly pushed her from behind.
Lock her and Song Yuan into a room.
There were several garbage shouting sounds coming from under the door.
"You can fight, right? If you don't ask around, whose territory is the capital city?"
(End of this chapter)