Bai Tong, who was standing on the second floor, had a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes. Looking at Yan Ning, who was already in a panic look on the street, shook his head and said, "I thought he would be a powerful character, but I didn't expect that it would be the case. Zeng Fan and Zhou Ji died so unfairly!"

Bai Tong's words mean nothing more than accusing Monk Xiekong of his incompetence. Monk Xiekong quickly heard the meaning of Bai Tong's words and showed anger: "I advise you not to be too happy too early. This kid is a slippery man and is as difficult to catch like a loach!"

Bai Tong raised a smile on his lips: "Is that so? Look down and see. He is surrounded by a group of humans who are more terrifying than evil ghosts. Can he escape?"

Yes, the people surrounding Yan Ning at this time were even more terrifying than evil ghosts.

Their eyes were filled with anger and resentment, and their eyes were like sharp knives, constantly scrambling Yan Ning.

"He is Yan Ning! Everyone hurry up and arrest him, throw him out, throw him out, and we will be fine!"

The passerby who had just saved Yan Ning smiled and pointed at Yan Ning with his complete arms, as if he was catching a hunter and showing off to other hunters.

Zhuang Xiaoya said angrily: "This group of scumbags! I'm going to fight with them!"

Yan Ning pressed Zhuang Xiaoya's shoulders with a force of three points again. He squeezed out two words from his throat: "Don't move!"

Zhuang Xiaoya squatted down unwillingly, lowered her head, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

"Catch him! Throw him out!"

People shouted and laughed, as if they were the angels to save the world at this time. The man who was the first to approach Yan Ning grabbed Yan Ning's arm. Yan Ning easily broke free and pushed him. The man staggered a few steps and fell into the crowd. He was immediately angry and embarrassed: "Beat him!"

An old man standing behind Yan Ning suddenly raised his crutch and hit Yan Ning hard on the neck. Yan Ning suddenly felt a star-eyed look. He was not paying attention for a moment and was rushed to the ground by several strong men!

"Yan Ning!" Zhuang Xiaoya shouted nervously.

"Don't move!" Yan Ning roared and looked at Zhuang Xiaoya with red eyes: "When the world pushes me, remember to push me, don't get yourself in too! I don't want something wrong with you!"

After hearing this, Zhuang Xiaoya could no longer hold back and her tears couldn't stop slid down.

She once thought that love was just for a temporary pleasure, and the freshness passed, and they were separated and never interacted with each other.

She once thought Yan Ning was just playing, so she didn't care too much about him, but instead paid more attention to her body.

But at the moment of crisis, Yan Ning completely ignored his comfort and only hoped that Zhuang Xiaoya could escape safely!

It turns out that there is such a kind of love in the world that can be selfless.

In Zhuang Xiaoya's blurred eyes, the stubborn Yan Ning reflected. She reached out to wipe away the tears, and then whispered: "Yan Ning is here, everyone will help him catch it!"

Yan Ning felt relieved when he heard Zhuang Xiaoya's shout. Everyone's eyes were gathered on Yan Ning. No one cared that Zhuang Xiaoya, who was wearing a hat, had quietly left the crowd and left from the alley next to her.

Seeing Zhuang Xiaoya safe, Yan Ning had no scruples. Several big men tied him up and carried him down the teahouse.

"Two bosses, we have caught you. Can we let us innocent people go now?" the old man who was slapping just now said flatteringly.

Bai Tong looked at Monk Xiekong disdainfully, as if showing off her achievements to show Monk Xiekong's incompetence. Monk Xiekong turned his head unconvincedly and scattered all his anger on Yan Ning: "Everyone present, now everyone comes over and punches him, and let you go after the blow."

When Bai Tong heard this, he was stunned and thought to himself that when it comes to torture, Monk Xiekong is indeed better.

Her beautiful eyes glanced at Yan Ning downstairs. For more than a month, she turned into Lan Xiaolan and was stumbling with the silk Cao Lu, all for the man in front of her.

She wanted to see if this man had three heads and six arms, or had swallowed the elixir, and how Zhou Ji and Zeng Fan died at his hands.

After Xie Kong said the words, everyone present squeezed forward, wanting to punch Yan Ning earlier and leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

A young man wearing fashionable and sunglasses punched Yan Ning hard in the stomach. He lost money in the past few days and was worried that no one would vent his vent.

A couple stepped forward, one slapped Yan Ning in the face and the other kicked Yan Ning in the calf. They were having a big fuss over the divorce.

Everyone took this opportunity to vent their dissatisfaction on Yan Ning, and Yan Ning never let out a scream from beginning to end, although he was beyond recognition, covered in blood and had a fractured calf.

He saw the most evil and selfish side of the world.

The last one who walked forward was a little girl wearing hellokitty patterned clothes, holding a teddy bear doll in her hand.

She looked at Yan Ning with innocent eyes, couldn't bear to take action, and turned to the monk Xiekong on the second floor and said, "Can I not hit him?"

Monk Xiekong smiled cruelly: "If you don't hit him, you can't leave here."

The dark muzzle turned to the little girl. The little girl took two steps back in fear, and the teddy bear in her hand fell to the ground.

"Want or not?" Monk Xiekong asked coldly.

The little girl was so scared that she cried, but she still didn't want to beat Yan Ning, even if she was just pretending.

"If you don't hit him, I'll hit you!" Monk Xiekong jumped down from the second floor and reached out to grab the little girl!

At this moment, Yan Ning, who had never spoken, raised his thick eyelids and whispered: "I said... is it enough?"

Monk Xiekong paused his movements, and he looked at Yan Ning: "Are you willing to speak?"

"At a girl, are you an eunuch?" Yan Ning asked.

Monk Xiekong was stunned, and then said angrily: "What did you say?!"

"Men will not attack women, even if they can, they will not attack girls... You are not a man, you are eunuchs." Yan Ning said word by word.

Monk Xiekong was so angry that he hated others the most that he said he was a eunuch, so he grabbed the little girl's collar without hesitation, lifted it in the air, and reached out to slap the girl hard: "Do you hit me or not?!"

The girl was stunned by the slap of Monk Xiekong, and her white and tender face suddenly turned red and swollen, which was shocking, but she still shook her head firmly: "No, you can't hit me... Brother is a good person, you are a bad person... I can't hit my brother!"

When the monk Xiekong heard this, he became even more angry. He snatched the pistol from the waist of the churchman on the side and pointed at the little girl's head: "If you don't hit, just go to die if you don't hit!"

Bang--

With a loud noise, the little girl landed on the ground. She had forgotten to cry and sat blankly on the ground.

The pistol fell aside and made a crisp sound. The girl touched her head, which was not as big as she imagined.
Chapter completed!