Kiss!The paranoid clings to me every day and is addicted

Nan Qiao couldn't help scolding her mother.

Cheng Qingyi had already fainted thirteen of them, and when he chopped off one, the movement of Nan Qiao woke him up instantly.

Except for the few who were knocked out, everyone stood up in an instant.

Cheng Qingyi knocked out the person in his hands with quick eyesight and quick hands.

Zhang San looked at the younger brother who fell to the ground not far away, and saw the younger brother being knocked out with his own eyes, and his anger rushed to his head.

"Damn it, you're the one who knocked me out."

The person had already been awakened, and Cheng Qingyi didn't pay attention, and straightened up.

Several other men who were awake were moving closer to Zhang San.

Each of them has a vicious expression on their faces.

"Boss, let's kill him directly."

"That's right, they knocked out so many of us, and directly caught him and took him away with that kid."

Mentioning that kid, Zhang San finally realized.

What was that boy's cry just now?

Zhang San looked at the person they had carried all the way, Meng Zhaoci was a little scared, his eyes dodged for a moment.

Unconsciously, his eyes fell on Nan Qiao who was hiding behind him.

Zhang San narrowed his eyes, "What are you hiding, come out."

Nan Qiao still didn't move, as if he couldn't hear it.

"Hurry up and come out to me." Zhang San snorted, as if he had endured to the extreme.

"It's really toasting and not eating fine wine."

Zhang San sneered, quickly took out a gun from his trouser waist, and pointed it straight at the place where Nan Qiao was hiding.

Cheng Qingyi's pupils shrank sharply, and there seemed to be a bloodlust in his eyes, which made people shudder.

Zhang San wasn't looking at him, and fired a shot in Nan Qiao's direction while dodging Cheng Qingyi.

While Nan Qiao was rolling backwards, he threw something out of his hand in an instant.

Zhang San only had time to feel the pain in his hand, and the pistol in his hand fell instantly.

Before he could pick it up, Cheng Qingyi swept his long legs and kicked the gun away.

Then, dense rain of fists landed on Zhang San's body.

The boy punched quickly, and the afterimages of the punches contained the sound of gusts of wind.

Zhang San had already been knocked out, lying on the ground limply like a dead dog, but Cheng Qingyi's hand hadn't stopped yet.

After Nan Qiao dealt with Xiao Luo who was about to run away, she ran to Cheng Qingyi.

"Cheng Qingyi, stop hitting."

"I'm fine. I wasn't shot. Don't be afraid."

Nan Qiao blocked the boy's blood-stained fist vigorously.

After an unknown amount of time, the scarlet in Cheng Qingyi's eyes gradually faded, replaced by Qingming.

Cheng Qingyi retracted his fist and refused to let her touch it.

With a hoarse voice in the boy's throat, "Don't touch it, it's dirty."

Seeing him slowing down, Nan Qiao felt relieved, smiled at him, and wiped the blood from his fist on her body.

The boy wanted to shrink back, but Nan Qiao firmly grasped it.

Cheng Qingyi watched helplessly as she wiped the blood off his fist with her own clothes.

The boy didn't say a word during the whole process.

Nan Qiao didn't look up at him until the blood was wiped dry, and kissed him, "Not dirty." How could it be dirty.

"Cheng Qingyi is the cleanest person."

Nan Qiao's words fell on the soft heart in his left chest, which made him almost out of breath.

She is not afraid of him.

She also said he wasn't dirty.

She said that Cheng Qingyi was the cleanest person.

Cheng Qingyi opened his mouth, and only one sentence came out of his throat, "Are you injured?"

The moment Zhang San shot at her, his heart almost stopped suddenly.

Nan Qiao turned around to him and said seriously: "Cheng Qingyi, of course I was injured, you protected me very well."

Nan Qiao glanced to the side, "Let's tie him up first, and we'll talk about it later, okay?"

"it is good."