"Phew!" Li Sihan smacked him, turned back to the house, and slammed the door shut. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Trying to tell the truth from his mouth is almost equivalent to seeking skin with a tiger.

If you can run, the monk can't run the temple, hmph, one day Miss Ben will expose your disguise. Thinking of the kind of eyes that Ye Fan stared at him in a daze, a confident smile appeared on the corner of Li Sihan's mouth.

Changing into professional clothes, understating and dressing up, Li Sihan took her bag and went out, she had a lot of things to deal with today, and the insurance company and the police station were busy enough for half a day.

"Xiaoyu, I'll send you to work?" After Li Sihan left, Ye Fan put down the teacup and stopped Lu Qingyu, who was in a hurry.

"Ahh Lu Qingyu's eyes showed a hint of surprise, and he grabbed the satchel with both hands and smiled.

White is Lu Qingyu's favorite color, and like her mind, it is always so pure and exciting.

In the past, Li Sihan would drive her for a ride, but today, the two of them only took a taxi to travel.

At the entrance of the college, Ye Fan waved her hand to see her walk into the flow of people, her eyes swept around lightly, and slowly swayed towards the alley across the street.

Seven or eight cats looked at the young people at the school gate, threw away their cigarette butts, and quietly followed them.

Ye Fan casually crossed the road, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, and walked faster and faster, heading straight for the deep alley with few people.

"Grass, found by this kid!

Several people took out machetes from their arms, pulled their legs and chased desperately, crashing into several small stalls in a row, and chickens and dogs jumped in the alleys, screaming and crying.

"There, on the left!" The guy in the lead had a few strands of gray hair on his forehead, a steel nunchuck, and a very vicious look in his eyes.

Rushing across the corner of the alley in one go, these people were stunned.

Just like the migrating wildebeest herd on the African savannah, when they encounter a gap hundreds of meters wide, they collectively stop their steps.

"Grass, where are people?" The white-haired man clenched his nunchucks, stared at the wall up and down with blood-dripping eyes, more than three meters high, why did he suddenly disappear?

A little brother shouted, "Dead end!"

"Fart! Turn it over for me! Chase!" Du Kun gave an order, and several younger brothers began to stack Arhats and build ladders.

"Hehe, he has already told you that it is a dead end, why don't you save some effort and wait for death?" A lazy voice came out behind him, and Du Kun's expression changed greatly.

Isn't the man with a confident smile in front of him the target they want to chase?

How did he escape? Why did he dare to come out and die when he had the ability to escape over the wall?

Doubts are doubts, Du Kun quickly adjusted his mentality, shook his nunchucks and bared his teeth and roared: "Cut him!"

These guys are simple-minded, and as for their limbs, they are not necessarily very developed, and they are not as good as Zheng Fei's group.

The first one rushed up