Dressed as the mortal enemy of the sick and charming male protagonist

Shen Ci was dragged and ran forward staggeringly, his eyes turned involuntarily to the tightly held hands, without any sign of letting go, he almost insisted on taking him away without even thinking about it.

When did he care about his life?Why are you acting like this now?What exactly does he want?

It was the first time that Shen Ci felt his presence so clearly, when did the relationship between them become like this?

"You still want to run? Dreaming!" Qi Song dragged Shen Ci to run, almost unable to hold on anymore, but the people behind chased him harder and harder.

The people behind were chasing after him, Qi Song thought that running hard like this was not the way to go, maybe both of them would not be able to leave, so he ran to the stone wall at the corner in front, and simply shook off Shen Ci's hand, and ordered Said: "You go first."

Shen Ci didn't have much strength anymore, so he forced himself to ask, "What do you want to do?"

"I told you to go first, if you don't want to be beaten again, get out!" Qi Song didn't care so much, and pushed his body hard.

Qi Song intentionally poked his sore spots, but then ignored him, turned his head and withdrew.

He walked towards the gangsters head-on, without any hesitation or fear.

Shen Ci supported his body with all his strength, for a moment he didn't know whether it was sweat or something else that was dripping down his face.

"Bastard, even if you are smart, you dare to come back by yourself, what about the little bastard?"

The strong man held a stick and tapped it in his hand, as if he was ready to strike at any time.

Qi Song ran very fast, and when he stopped them, he was already some distance away from Shen Ci. Coupled with the cover of the stone wall at the corner, they didn't see Shen Ci for a while.

"Master alone is enough to deal with you old, weak, sick and disabled." He unbuttoned his cuff buttons and stretched his neck. The look of being ready to fight at any time seemed very pompous. He hesitated for a moment.

Then he realized that he was alone, outnumbered, and he had already suffocated his anger after playing tricks on them before, "You are looking for death!" As they said, several people rushed forward with sticks.

Qi Song is a literati typing on the keyboard, how can he fight, he still fights with this bunch of rough people, but he thinks that he can't lose in the aura field, but he has written a few counterattack novels, and the fighting scenes are naturally impossible. At least, he carefully observed the group of people in front of him, trying to find flaws in them, so as to find opportunities to defeat them one by one.

However, the ideal is full, but the reality is very skinny. Before Qi Song finished planning, he got a sap on his back.

This girl's strength is really great, he exploded with anger, the last injury was not fully healed, and now there is a new injury, so there is no need to care about planning, grabbing the wrist of the man and opening his mouth to bite.

The man screamed again and again, the stick in his hand fell to the ground instantly, Qi Song quickly picked up the stick and stood in front of him.

"Second Master Qi, you are an idiot, you are so fucking ridiculous!"

Originally thought that he had a lot of ostentation and was somewhat capable, but he didn't expect it to be a showy, opportunistic three-legged cat kung fu.

The few people seemed to be completely relieved, and just surrounded him. After passing by just now, they seemed to ignore him at all, and they were about to hit him on the head with sticks.

Naturally, Qi Song would not be beaten in vain, so he drew out the saber from his waist and stabbed the man in the abdomen.

He drew out the saber without hesitation, and a stream of blood spewed out immediately. It was not an ordinary saber. The blade had intricately designed tooth marks, which were very sharp. The stabbed part of the man immediately bled profusely and fell to the ground.

"You boy! How dare you cheat! Hurry up and think of a quick way to die!" The few people who realized that the situation was wrong quickly cheered up.

Qi Song held a stick in his left hand and a saber in his right, and they were in a stalemate like this, the group of people couldn't wait any longer, and all rushed towards him.

Qi Song was almost delirious, he just kept waving the only thing in his hand, his body was almost numb to the pain, and he heard a crisp sound in a daze.

"Second Uncle Qi!"