Author: Jing Fatty’s Fatty

Nan Qiao couldn't help but scolded her mother.

Cheng Qingyi was already stunned by looking at thirteen of them. When he was cutting off one, the movement on Nan Qiao's side instantly woke him up.

Except for a few who were knocked unconscious, everyone stood up in an instant.

Cheng Qingyi's quick eyes and quick hands knocked the person in his hand unconscious.

Zhang San looked at the little brother who fell to the ground not far away, and saw the little brother being knocked unconscious with his own eyes, and his anger had already rushed to his head.

"Damn it, you're the pretty guy who knocked me out."

The man had been awakened, and Cheng Qingyi didn't pay attention and straightened up.

The other men who were awake were moving closer to Zhang San.

Every one of them had a sinister look on their face.

"Boss, let's kill him directly."

"That's right, they knocked out so many of us and immediately captured him and took him away with that kid."

Zhang San didn't react until he mentioned that kid.

What was that boy shouting just now?

Zhang San looked at the person they had carried all the way. Meng Zhaoci was a little scared and his eyes averted for a moment.

Unconsciously, his eyes fell on Nan Qiao who was hiding behind him.

Zhang San narrowed his eyes, "What are you hiding from? Come out."

Nan Qiao remained motionless, as if he couldn't hear anything.

"Hurry up and get out here." Zhang San sighed, as if his patience had reached its limit.

"It's true that if you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink."

Zhang San sneered, quickly took out a gun from his waistband, and pointed it straight at where Nan Qiao was hiding.

Cheng Qingyi's pupils shrank sharply, and there seemed to be a bloodlust in his eyes, which made people shudder.

Zhang San stopped looking at him and fired a shot in Nan Qiao's direction while dodging Cheng Qingyi.

While Nan Qiao rolled back, he instantly threw something out of his hand.

Zhang San only had time to feel pain in his hand, and the pistol in his hand fell instantly.

Before he could pick it up, Cheng Qingyi swept the gun away with his long legs.

Then, a dense rain of fists fell on Zhang San.

The boy punched quickly, and the afterimages he punched contained the sound of strong wind.

Zhang San had been knocked unconscious and lay on the ground as soft as a dead dog, but Cheng Qingyi's hand had not stopped yet.

After Nan Qiao finished dealing with the gangsters who were about to run away, he ran to Cheng Qingyi.

"Cheng Qingyi, stop fighting."

"I'm fine, I wasn't injured by the gun, don't be afraid."

Nan Qiao forcefully stopped the boy's bloody fist.

I don't know how long it took, but the scarlet in Cheng Qingyi's eyes gradually faded away, replaced by clarity.

Cheng Qingyi took his fist back and refused to let her touch it.

The boy said with a hoarse voice, "Don't touch it, it's dirty."

Nan Qiao felt relieved when he saw him coming back. He smiled at him and rubbed the blood from his fist onto himself.

The boy wanted to retreat, but Nan Qiao held on tightly.

Cheng Qingyi watched helplessly as she wiped the blood off his fist with her own clothes.

During the whole process, the boy said nothing.

After wiping away the blood, Nan Qiao looked up at him, tipped her feet and kissed him, "It's not dirty." How could it be dirty?

"Cheng Qingyi is the cleanest person."

Nan Qiao's words fell on the soft heart in his left chest, making him almost breathless.

She is not afraid of him.

She also said he was not dirty.

She said that Cheng Qingyi is the cleanest person.

Cheng Qingyi opened his mouth, and only said one sentence in his throat, "Are you injured?"

The moment Zhang San shot her, his heart almost stopped.

Nan Qiao turned to him and said seriously: "Cheng Qingyi, of course I was injured. You protected me very well."

Nan Qiao glanced to the side and said, "Let's tie up the person first and talk about it later, okay?"
Chapter completed!