I Just Want to Die

　　 It's really there, but Ajin is really a bit dismissed, a group of little girls.

　　Little Taimei saw You Jing walking leisurely, drinking milk in her mouth, which was incompatible with the surrounding atmosphere.

　　 "Stop! Your kid is very leisurely, my sisters are a little thirsty now, go buy some milk."

　　 said that he wanted to reach out and pat Ajin's cheek. Someone stopped when the finger was a few centimeters away from the cheek. Xiaotaimei's eyes widened, and she felt a violent attack when she couldn't react.

　　Ajin held her wrist and pulled back suddenly. Xiaotaimei couldn't respond to a stagger of being pulled. Her body leaned forward. Ajin lifted her right leg following the trend and put a knee on her stomach.

　　 The abdomen is one of the most vulnerable places for human beings. The little girl is struggling with pain and dancing.

　　Ajin let go of her hand, and the little girl was furious,

"You idiot!"

　　 She bent her fingers, showing her bright red sharp nails, and scratched towards Ajin's face, and several little sisters around her also rushed to siege Ajin.

　　Ajin doesn't want to hurt their hands, but will keep painting the wall for a while.

　　 She easily avoided the attack of punching and kicking by several of them, and only kicked them on their stomachs.

"Damn it!" The little girl behind him waved a stick and hit Ajin's back. Ajin stumbled away, revealing the little girl who was in front, and the stick didn't fail to hit the head of the little girl straight. On the first day, the little girl screamed and hugged her head, squatting on the ground, blood dripping down the side of her face.

　　 "Keiko!" The wooden stick in the hands of Xiaotaimei fell into the ground with a clatter.

　　 Several people could not care about Ajin, all around Keiko. The eldest sister's boss is fierce,

　　 "You really annoyed me! You are dead!"

　　 Ajin shrugged while holding a straw: "blame me?"

　　 Big Sister's head said to the girl next to her, "Sayuri, you call someone, I want him to die today!"

　　 Sayuri said to Ajin: "You are dead!"

　　Ajin doesn't matter: "Bring more people. There are a lot of work to be done."

　　Although she didn’t understand what he meant, she knew that the man on the opposite side had asked her to bring more people. Knowing this was enough.

　　 Sayuri rushed into the teaching building, and after a few minutes, she killed a dozen or thirty people, she looked at Ajin angrily,

　　 "What are you doing! Get out!"

　　What is Ajin doing? She is still drinking milk.

　　 Sayuri flew over from a distance, a flying kick kicked to Ajin, Ajin got up and gave way.

　　 Sayuri quickly lifted the head of Ajin who was sitting underneath,

　　 "Sister, are you okay!"

　　 Big sister stared at A Jin and said: "He is very strong! You copy the guy, you must leave him here today!"

"Yes!"

　　 Sayuri said to the man behind him: "Brother Miyagawa! He will give it to you!"

　　Miyagawa has a black dress, crotch pants, canvas shoes, a large back, and several ear studs on his ears.

　　Miyagawa, the boss of the higher grade in the original master's memory, Yamada is his man.

　　 "Boy, are you ready?"

　　 Ajin bent down to pick up a wooden stick on the ground, and put the milk on the side of the road.

　　 "The villain died from talking too much."

　　Miyagawa raised his chin and waved his hand,

　　 "Go!"

　　 The people behind him coaxed up.

　　 There are no skills for bad teenagers to fight, only blood and energy.

　　The movements of twenty or thirty people are full of flaws, weak fists, clumsy flying legs, waving sticks, playing slowly like slow motion in Ajin's eyes.

　　Miyagawa saw that the man was quickly moving through the gaps of the crowd. Every time he could find their weakness and attack, and the one hit would be sure, and the fallen person would not rise again.

　　Miyagawa's eyelids jumped. When Lixin had such a number one character, he didn't even know.

　　 But before and after ten minutes, the ground was full of wailing men. The man just dropped the wooden stick in his hand, patted the dirt on his body, picked up the milk on the ground and continued to drink.

　　Miyagawa's hand in his trouser pocket was clenched into a fist. He was thinking about how much he would win if he could do it, and he heard the man on the opposite side speak.

　　 "Actually, I have something to trouble you."

　　Miyagawa warned: "What's the matter?"

　　Ajin pointed to the wall and said, "This wall is too ugly, please brush it."

　　Miyagawa's eyelids jumped: "What a joke!"

　　Ajin threw the milk carton into the trash bin three meters away with accuracy.

"I was serious."

　　Ajin pulled a man from the ground,

　　 "If you paint the walls, I will let them go. If you don't paint, I will keep playing."

　　Miyagawa stared at him fiercely,

　　 "Go die!"

　　 His right hand clenched into a sandbag fist, blue muscles burst into his arm, and he rushed straight to Ajin.

　　Ajin does not shirk, clenched his fists and punched him, punch to punch, bone to bone.

　　Just one punch, Miyagawa knew he had lost. He stepped back a few steps, and the pain in the joint of the fist was torn. He could not bear the pain, and his face muscles twitched fiercely.

He slowly put his right hand into his trouser pocket. At this moment, a man at Ajin’s feet had just bent over to get up. Ajin kicked him on the stomach, and the man rolled on the ground once again. Pained and curled up on the ground.

　　Miyagawa said: "Stop it! I admit defeat~www.ltnovel.com~ I brushed the wall. But today this is definitely not the end!"

　　Ajin raised his steps and walked to him, Miyagawa swallowed nervously, and the man reached out and patted his shoulder,

　　 "Hardly."

　　Miyagawa closed his lips tightly without saying a word.

　　After Ajin left, the elder sister asked, covering her injured stomach.

　　 "Do you really want to paint the wall? Just forget it?"

　　Miyagawa took out his right hand, his fist could not be stretched out, and the tear-like pain continued.

　　 He barely stretched out his palm, and the severe pain made his entire arm tremble.

　　 "This is the condition for him to close! I am not his opponent, but this matter is definitely not over.

　　Miyagawa raised all the men on the ground, and two and three people helped each other to paint the walls.

　　 "Have you heard? Boss Miyagawa lost the fight and is painting the wall."

　　 "Eh? Really?"

　　 "Who is it? Who did he lose to?"

　　 "I don't know, I heard that it is a little-known person."

　　 "Hey? Our school actually hides the dragon and lies the tiger?"

　　 "Are you going to be the boss?"

　　 "Hush! Come on! The people of Yamada are here."

　　The students around saw the voice of Yamada and others appear, and the voice went down immediately, but they saw the miserable situation of Yamada and others, and the voice of discussion slowly rose again.

　　 Yamada and others were wearing bandages, hanging their arms, and others were limp. Yamada kicked the wall, listening to the sound of the surrounding discussion,

　　 "Asshole!"

　　 The crowd around was scattered, and naturally some people who were not afraid laughed loudly,

　　 "Yo, isn't this Yamada, how did it become such a drowned dog."

　　 Yamada looked at the speaker: "Suzuki!"