Being slapped in the face like this, to be honest, is really insulting, if it is normal, a somewhat bloody man is probably going to jump.

He Zhiyong was also annoyed in his heart, but ...... His tailbone is still not hurting, and his two arms are also hurting, and he has always been a soft bone who bullies the soft and is afraid of the hard, and he will only bully people who are weaker than him.

He Zhiyong swallowed his saliva and said cautiously: "I...... I...... Not...... No, no, I just ...... Nothing...... Say...... I hurt my arm and just ......"

The big man roared: "Make a louder voice for Lao Tzu, he is crooked and grinding like a girl, is he a man?" ”

He Zhiyong shuddered, "Yes...... Sorry, it was just ...... It was I who accidentally bumped into my eldest brother while walking, you ...... Don't be surprised......

The big man looked up and down He Zhiyong said disdainfully: "Damn, a soft egg, this doesn't dare, I have grown this body of flesh in vain!" ”

He Zhiyong nodded: "Yes, yes...... I...... My whole body is lazy meat, I can't compare with you, big brother, I can't compare ......"

"Hmph...... Count you as acquaintances...... Turn around. ”

He Zhiyong was puzzled, why did he turn around? However, he still did it honestly.

Outcome......

As soon as he turned around, he kicked him violently, and his ass already hurt, and it hurt even more now.

He Zhiyong screamed miserably, and his body couldn't control being kicked forward vigorously.

Snapped, lying face on the ground.

"Soft Egg ......"

Dahan looked at He Zhiyong and cursed, turned to leave.

He Zhiyong was lying on the ground and shivering in pain, he felt that the tailbone seemed to be broken, and his face was also very painful, his teeth seemed to be loose, and his mouth was full of salty blood.

People passing by avoid the distance when they see it, these days, unless there is a mine at home, who dares to help people indiscriminately.

He Zhiyong lay on the ground for a while before getting up.

He clutched his tailbone above his buttocks, screaming in pain.

"Phew......" He Zhiyong spat out a mouthful of saliva, red, and the saliva was all stained red with blood.

When people go away, they dare to scold: "Fuck, Lao Tzu is your eighth-generation ancestor...... Don't meet you next time...... You wait for Lao Tzu......"

People like He Zhiyong dare to say a few words like this.

After scolding, He Zhiyong lowered his head and wanted to pick up his luggage, but when he was kicked out just now, the luggage in his hand flew.

As a result, He Zhiyong looked around and didn't blow up his duffel bag, probably because he was lying on the ground and couldn't move just now, and he didn't know that he was taken away by the immoral person.

He Zhiyong stood on the street for the first time and felt a pain in the egg.

Nima, what kind of bad luck did he have today, was he possessed by the god of decay?

Unexpectedly, one after another, the job is gone, people are injured, most of the way you walk and you can't be beaten, and the luggage is still gone?

What the?

"Fuck ......"

He Zhiyong scolded, "That thing with sores on the head and pus on the soles of the feet stole Lao Tzu's luggage......"

Naturally, no one paid attention to him, and everyone else thought he was a madman.

He Zhiyong scolded for a while, but his mouth was really painful, and he couldn't scold anymore, so he moved forward little by little like a turtle. I want to talk about "You Are My Gravity" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~