Drifting Towards You

The man staggered two steps after being beaten, and a splash of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

A person beside him held him in danger: "Master!"

The other person stepped forward and stood in front of the young man, reaching out and pushing towards Li Mubai: "What kind of person are you, do you know..."

Before the words were over, Li Mubai countered the hand he stretched out and kicked him out.

The man slowly wiped the blood from the corners of his lips and looked at Li Mubai quietly and said: "It's really rare when you take the initiative to look for me."

He spoke with a slight smile, but that still somewhat immature face always gave people a creepy and gloomy breath.

Coupled with his pale face, it feels strange for no reason.

Li Mubai looked directly at him and said coldly, "I said I never said to stay away from her."

The man didn't get annoyed and smiled: "I'm just curious, what is the woman that my cold-hearted brother likes?"

Li Mubai grabbed his shirt and looked directly at him and said coldly, "One more time, don't blame me for being polite."

The man didn't rush, he smiled and asked, "Why are you welcome? Will you beat me up again?"

Li Mubai couldn't understand his yin and yang weird appearance the most, so he lifted his knees and kicked him hard in the stomach.

The man snorted, his face paler, but he was still laughing.

He didn't fight back, but the two people beside him couldn't stand it. They all went into battle and started to fight Li Mubai.

Both of them are fierce and not weak.

Li Mubai threw the man aside, focusing on the two of them.

The night was thick, and a few people formed a group by the remote alley.

Obviously, the two people around the man are not ordinary people, and the man who was restrained by his first move was only because he despised him.

The man slowly stabilized his body, took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, his pale face showed a smile on his face, and he didn't hesitate to say: "The two were maimed by you last time, so I I changed two more specifically. How about it, is it enough to play with you?"

Li Mubai sneered: "The waste is still waste after all!"

The man folded the handkerchief again and put it away, standing aside warmly, "I saw it today, isn't it called Xia Feise? Cough cough... It's pretty, why didn't my brother bring it out to meet me."

Li Mubai's eyes were gloomy, and he was distracted by his words.

With an iron fist from a man under his hand, he fell heavily on his wound that hadn't healed completely.

Li Mubai snorted, his face pale a little.

There was a blood stain from the shirt on the shoulder.

But obviously, the two people on the opposite side still had no intention of giving up. Both of them entangled with Li Mubai ruthlessly, and they couldn't tell the difference for a while.

The sick man stood aside, looking cold.

After a stalemate for 20 minutes, two men with good skills lost one arm one after another, one fell to the ground and the other was still struggling.

At this time, Li Mubai's shirt was stained with blood, and his face was also colored. Except for the eyes that were still dark and fierce, he could almost be called an unprecedented embarrassment.

Li Mubai approached the man step by step, and the man did not retreat, wearing a black shirt that looked like a ghost in the dark night, weird and gloomy.

Li Mubai picked up his clothes and looked dark and cold, and said coldly: "Ling Yuchen, stay away from her, otherwise next time I will hit you all over the floor looking for teeth."

He let go of him fiercely, his eyes still stained with irritability.