The big guy is angry!

Just because of the dried sweet potatoes that Ling Zihuan had lost, and a lot of crumbs were stuck in his hair, he had never been so embarrassed.

As soon as Qiao Mu heard this, he immediately nervously pulled Ling Zihuan behind him to protect him.

As soon as he first met, he realized that he was not a big opponent.

I don't know where this person comes from, he speaks Chinese, but he doesn't show any mercy when he moves.

Qiao Mu looked at the other side vigilantly, always on guard.

Why hasn't the fourth child come yet?!

If he continues to fight, he may really not be able to bear it.

The opponent is too ruthless, his fists are tigery, and he smashes it for a long time.

At this time, just as Qiao Mu was secretly thinking, the other party reached out and lifted the hem of his clothes, and under the light of the shadows, he saw with his own eyes that there was a ...... hanging on the belt around the waist of the big man Pistol!

, it's wasted!

Qiao Mu was alarmed in his heart, and just as he was about to make a move, someone from the back of the crowd ran over, "Brother, what are you doing?

The little girl who ran out was about the same age as Ling Zihuan, spoke a foreign language, and also looked like a mixed-race child, with curly black hair dangling around her face, and round cheeks that looked like a doll.

Hearing this voice, the big man narrowed his eyes dangerously and said coldly to the girl: "Stay away!"

The girl pushed through the crowd and took a closer look, "Ah, brother, you're so dirty! You're still hurt? Someone can hurt you, and you don't want your hand?"

Qiao Mu, who didn't want his hand: "......"

The girl ran to the big man and looked at it again and again, looking around with big eyes flickering, and finally fixed on Qiao Mu's face, "You hurt my brother?"

Qiao Mu sneered, opened his thin lips and was about to speak, but Ling Zihuan jumped out from behind him again, "How about I hit?"

Ling Zihuan looked at the girl, she wondered if the two of them would be able to win if they started fighting.

The girl's eyes glanced at Ling Zihuan with contempt, and then turned her eyes to look at the corners of the big man's eyes.

She smiled, pointed at Ling Zihuan and said in Chinese, "Are you sure you can touch the corner of my brother's eye?"

That's to despise her height!

The little girl just wanted to refute, but the smile on the girl's face gradually subsided.

She clasped her hands in front of her, and even broke her own bone joints, "Since you said that you hit me, do you want to compare with me?"

If you can win against me, I will believe in you. I am not to blame for hurting my brother in the past, how about it?"

The girl's tone was smiling but not smiling, but it was clearly full of contempt and mockery.

She is a taekwondo champion, and this thin little girl in front of her is too self-conscious.

Their Huo family, nothing else, is to protect the short!

Her brother, she can only bully!

Qiao Mu was one head and two big at this time, and he didn't expect that the last thing would evolve like this.

He pulled Ling Zihuan back and warned in a low voice, "Huanhuan, don't talk nonsense!"

Ling Zihuan gritted her teeth, stiffened her frightened fear, and took her challenge with her neck stalked, "Fight, fight, who is afraid of you!"

She can't beat the big guy, she can always beat his sister.

When the girl heard this, she smiled leisurely.

She walked towards Ling Zihuan with a step, while the big man behind her curled the corners of her lips, "Don't be merciful!"

Qiao Mu said in his heart, what kind of brother and sister are these!

When he was thinking about whether to take Ling Zihuan and run away, a low and gentle voice suddenly came from the back of the crowd, "Huo Ming!"