School grass No. 1 pet: Domineering kisses all night long!

Chapter 178

The hairspray man rolled twice on the ground in pain, and hurriedly fled among his accomplices, and returned to the counseling, but still insisted:

"Hey, who are you, I have no grievances with you, why did you hit me?"

Zhuang Shihao behaved with ease in front of the gangster students, his hostility was much stronger than those of them, he was clearly a "senior".

A glimmer of light flashed across his lowered eyes, and the tip of his tongue full of wild|sexual tension touched his lips, looking ghostly and dangerous.

"I don't deserve to know the name of my uncle. You just need to remember one thing. Lu Jiuye is the man under the cover of my uncle. If anyone of you dares to touch a hair on him, I will return it ten times. to do it."

He raised his fist, and as soon as he exerted force, the protruding joints turned white, and the python's tendons were knotted under the skin. He could tell at a glance that he was a trainer, and he was not easy to deal with.

Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he shouted violently: "Aren't you going to get out soon? Are you waiting for your ass to be beaten?"

This time, the momentum of the group was completely disintegrated, and they were terrified.

"Brothers, let's go!"

The hairspray man didn't want to suffer the immediate loss, so he retreated first. Seeing that the leader had left, the others also ran away with their tails between their legs in desperation.

Lu Bin breathed a sigh of relief immediately, and stared at Zhuang Shihao with his adoring star.

"You really deserve to be my master, that's domineering! If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I'm going to bleed a lot today."

The thorn in Zhuang Shihao's eyes hadn't dissipated, he stared at the figures of the group of people, and said bitterly: "Tell me, what grade are those people in? What's their name? Do you want me to fix them? "

"No need! You spoke harshly just now, unless they are idiots who don't understand your warning, they will come to trouble me without fear of death. Don't worry."

"Here, keep your wallet safe, and don't give money to people casually in the future, they are all greedy."

"Okay, I'll remember." Lu Bin took the wallet and said with a smile, "Thank you, 244."

"You're the author I'm interested in. Isn't it natural to cover you up? Why don't you be polite to me." Zhuang Shihao's expression softened.

Lu Bin asked curiously, "Why did you come here today? Don't you need to shop?"

"I didn't come here to look for you, but I saw your embarrassment just as I got out of the car." He took out a pack of medicine powder from his pocket and said:
"My dad asked me to bring this to you. The ointment base powder prepared by Fu Te, a traditional Chinese medicine doctor in our hometown. You take it back, brew it into a muddy form with boiling water, and apply it on the sore arms, cervical spine and shoulders. It will heal well. Relieve fatigue and reduce muscle strain. You try it first, and if the effect is good, I will bring you some more."

Lu Bin put his nose close to the package of medicine, and he smelled a scent of medicine.He was overjoyed, and carefully put it away as if he had won a treasure, his glass-like pupils gleamed brightly:

"Haha! How do you know that my cervical spine is hurting recently? Sometimes it's a little difficult to raise my hand..."

Zhuang Shihao glanced at him. "Who made you foolishly update recently? 1 to 4.7 words is fine, but [-] words are updated in a day, and it's still naked. It's no wonder that you don't have any problems with your cervical spine!"

"Hey, isn't this all for the monthly ticket list? If you don't blow up the update, the readers are not very motivated. I am also forced to help... Didn't you often urge me like this back then?"

"Can it be the same?!" Zhuang Shihao pursed his lips, and said patiently: "I urged you because you only had 2000 daily updates back then, and it wasn't enough to watch. It stopped, and it made us readers itchy, can you not urge us?"

　This is the addition of this week’s recommendation ticket mission, what? Speaking of the reminder history of fish soup, I can’t help but think of the third uncle of the Nanpai, the scorching sun of the tortoise, and the tricky story of choosing the sky... Uh...it's killing me...

　　


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