"Boy, you dare to hit me with a stone! Look, I won't beat you to death! You are a child raised by a mother! No father taught you!" Big eyes looked at the blood-stained left shoulder and hit her fist.

"Bang!" It hit Han Chen's face firmly. It turned out that his chubby cheeks turned red and swollen. He stared at the big eyes in front of him, suddenly looked at him, opened his mouth and bit him.

Blood flowed down his big-eyed arm, making him scream. The three little guys next to him were completely stunned. Although they had seen big scenes, it was the first time they had seen this like this, and they didn't know what to do for a moment.

"Help!"

"Who is calling for help!" Tong Yuan, who was standing beside him, could hear it naturally.

Hearing Tong Yuan's words, the two looked at each other and said, "Go! Go and take a look!"

The loud voice of the big eyes screamed very loudly, attracting countless people to watch, but most of them were children and some people who had nothing to do.

At this moment, Han Chengao was standing behind the three of them, holding a stone in his hands and blood was everywhere on the corners of his mouth. He saw that his left shoulder and right arm of big eyes were bitten, and he rushed to the ground and cried loudly, attracting countless people to watch.

A woman, when she heard the sound was wrong, rushed over and saw her son lying on the ground, her clothes were torn and blood on her hands. She was furious and rushed up, sometimes angry and sometimes distressed.

Who is angry is who beats his child like this, and who is distressed is naturally the child who scolds him: "Who killed Qiandao! I beat my son like this!"

"It's me!" When Han Chen saw someone coming, he threw the stone in his hand out. Looking at the woman, he felt no shame at all.

"Okay! It's you little boy who beat my child like this, and see if I don't beat him..." Before the woman finished speaking, she picked up the stick in her hand and wanted to beat him.

Han Chen naturally couldn't retreat, just as if he had retreated, the three little guys behind him were about to be beaten.

"Stop" Zhong Wuyan, who rushed over, grabbed the stick in the woman's hand, thinking that her martial arts value was more than 90, and she was not smiling when dealing with a woman.

When the woman saw that the stick in her hand was caught tightly, she immediately said, "Who do you think you are? Beat my child like this!"

He pushed Zhong Wuyan towards Han Chen. Zhong Wuyan looked at Han Chen below, and hurriedly squatted down, looked up and down, looked at Han Chen's swollen cheeks and blood on the corners of his mouth, and said worriedly: "Chen'er, what's wrong with you! Tell my mother! How did you hurt?"

Han Chen could not bear it, and stopped the tears in his eyes. Then he said, "I saw that the three of them were hungry, so I took out the food at home for them! But Dayan insisted on snatching them! I was so angry for a moment! I started fighting with them!"

When Zhong Wuyan heard Han Chen's words, she touched his cheek and said, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts!" Han Chen touched her and her face turned red, and she grinned hoarsely when she touched her, but the cruelty in her eyes was that Sihao had not changed. She looked at Zhong Wuyan weakly and said, "Mom! Am I in trouble?"

Zhong Wuyan touched Han Chen's messy hair, took down the leaves on his head, and comforted him: "What you did well without you! There is nothing wrong with you!"

"What is that right? Look at what that little beast beat my child!" The woman was displeased and said furiously, pulling up her child and trying to argue with Zhong Wuyan.

Zhong Wuyan looked at the woman and protected her child behind her. She looked at the woman with neither humility nor arrogantness, and snorted coldly: "Aunt Yang! Please respect me, your child is three years older than my child! She is so embarrassed to say that my child bullies your child, and ask me to tell me! It is your child who bullies them that Chen'er will do it!"

"You're talking nonsense!" As the woman said that, she slapped the woman in her vigor.

Zhong Wuyan's eyes stretched out and she retreated back, and threw her heavily on the ground. Looking at the woman below, Zhong Wuyan snorted coldly: "Aunt Yang! Please respect me! Don't touch me!"

"Mom! Mom! You're okay!" Big eyes said in shock when he saw his mother being easily pushed to the ground.

Seeing that she could not beat Zhong Wuyan, the woman shouted: "The surname is Yang! You still care whether we are alive or not! If we don't come, we are going to be bullied to death!"

"Who! Who! Who dares to bully my wife!" A tough man left, holding a butcher knife in his hand! It was obviously a butcher.

Although Zhong Wuyan was not contemptuous, she was also upset. This kind of thing was the most disgusting thing about him. Why do many people look at him and he seems to be a performer?

When Ms. Yang saw the visitor, she said furiously: "It's her! It's her who bullies us both!"

Butcher Yang raised his head and looked at Zhong Wuyan, and snorted coldly: "Damn it, you ugly monster bully my wife and son! Take me a punch!"

Zhong Wuyan snorted coldly. Although she was upset, she was not afraid of him. Besides, this guy also talked about his weakness and was about to take action. A silver spear flew out, and the black cloth was shocked by Jinfeng.

Han Chen widened his eyes and looked at the gun that was higher than his head, with all kinds of birds carved on it! The fireflies flashed and the spirits were radiant. It was obvious that it was a treasure gun.

"A man! He actually bullies a weak woman! It's too much." Tong Yuan walked slowly, following Jiang Ziya and Situ Xuankong.

When Butcher Yang saw that the man turned out to be an old man, he instantly gained momentum. He was shocked by the silver spear just now, so he didn't take action. Now that he has the opportunity, he naturally cannot let it go.

"Damn it! Where did the old man come from? He actually cares about my nostalgia! He is looking for death!" As he said that, Butcher Yang picked up the machete in his hand and killed him.

Tong Yuan snorted coldly, and with a move to play with dragons and phoenixes, the butcher knife swept across his cheek, and came to the ancient tree. He pulled up the silver spear in his hand, played several gun flowers, and pointed it on Butcher Yang's cheek. The silver spear in his hand was as fast as lightning, wandering up and down on Butcher Yang, and tweeted almost dozens of times. With each blow, Butcher Yang saw something and gently tapped it on his cheek.

Jiang Wei, who was standing behind Jiang Ziya, looked ahead and said in surprise: "Why is father so powerful? I want to worship him as his teacher!"

"Oh! Is that right? I heard just now that a little guy wants to sleep in! He refuses to come!" Jiang Ziya touched his beard and joked.
Chapter completed!