Chapter 12: Crushing
Lu Qingyu stretched out his arms, completely shocked by this scene. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info
Why am I the one who gets hurt every time I am exposed?
"Smash! smash me into the sky!" The violent roar in the living room woke Ye Fan up first.
grabbed the clothes and put them on his body, quickly kicked on his pants, Ye Fan stepped on the slippers and walked over, at this time, Lu Qingyu was still immersed in the shock just now and couldn't extricate himself, staring blankly at his figure approaching him.
"Stay here. Ye Fan whispered this sentence, passed by her, stepped on the water and walked out of the bathroom, water lines rolled down his back, and his bronzed skin deeply restrained the masculine breath.
Lu Qingyu looked at his back stupidly, and his voice was like a mosquito: "Hmm." ”
The crackling sound in the living room could not erase the throbbing in her heart, and the heart that had just been still suddenly resumed beating, and it was about to jump out of her chest.
Ye Fan stepped into the living room floor, and a smile appeared on his face, yes, he was laughing!
Laughing angrily? No, it's laughing from the bottom of your heart!
"It's him!" carrying an arm-thick steel pipe, the flower shirt pointed at Ye Fan and glared and roared.
More than a dozen people stopped what they were doing, and a man with a nose ring pointed at Ye Fan and scolded: "I'm grass, fuck you dare to laugh!"
The little brothers shouted in a mess: "Tear his mouth!" "Throw it out and fall to death!"
The leader of this group, the sturdy man wearing an elastic vest, camouflage pants, and a pair of black military boots on his feet, raised a hand to stop the crowd's noise, squinted his eyes and stared at Ye Fan, and the two-foot-long mountain knife in his hand was volleyed a few times, and shouted loudly: "Boy, dare to provoke the four seas, you will die today!"
Ye Fan had a pink towel on his shoulder, pointed his finger at the people in the room, and began to count, laughing while counting: "One, two, three...... Fifteen, sixteen. ”
What is he doing? You look at me, I look at you, I don't know why.
"Big, big Feige!" the flower shirt was a little hairy at the bottom of his heart.
Zheng Fei glared at him fiercely with a pair of copper bells, and ordered domineeringly with a knife: "Smash your hands and feet and throw them out of the window!"
Four guys who don't know whether they are alive or dead picked up galvanized steel pipes and surrounded them, blocking the passage of the living room!
"I'll go!" The man with the nose ring took the first step, rounded the one-meter-long steel pipe, and smashed it down on Ye Fan's forehead.
This stick, if you don't smash your brains and burst blood, you will also stun him. The steel pipe was whirring, almost touching the tip of Ye Fan's nose, but it was difficult to get half an inch!
The man with the nose ring looked at it intently, Ye Fan clamped the front end of the steel pipe with two fingers, and a playful smile was hooked at the corner of his mouth.
Bang......
This guy's shocked expression was still frozen on his face, Ye Fan had already raised a foot and kicked him the nose, the slippers and his face squeezed the bridge of his nose at the same time, and the garlic clove nose twisted into twisted meat, poof!