It was a long time to say that, just as Qiuqiu hit Gao Xinyue, Wang Lang pulled Gao Xinyue away, and then heard Gao Xinyue's soft cry of pain, and there were several strands of Gao Xinyue's hair hanging between Qiuqiu's fingers.

It hurts so much that Gao Xinyue can't even say anything hurts, Wang Lang pulled Gao Xinyue and ran wildly.

There were not many pedestrians on the road, but there were also many private taxis coming and going. Wang Lang stuffed Gao Xinyue into a taxi.

The driver was still confused, and then he heard a clanging sound, and the whole car moved horizontally, which scared the driver.

Wang Lang blocked the ball rushing in with both hands, leaning against the taxi behind him, and the huge impact made the whole car move.

Qiuqiu opened his bloody mouth and bit Wang Lang's neck. Wang Lang raised one leg and pressed his knee against Qiuqiu's face, which opened the distance between the two people, but did not let Qiuqiu succeed.

Who knew that when Qiuqiu turned his head, he bit Wang Lang's knee hard.

Wang Lang screamed strangely, and his body posed in a strange position. The soles of his feet blocked Qiuqiu's mouth, but Qiuqiu's biting force was also a large group, which directly bit off Wang Lang's soles.

The soles of the feet were cold and Qiuqiu's anger made Wang Lang feel itchy. Wang Lang stepped on Qiuqiu's chest with his other foot, and he jumped away after turning around.

The driver finally realized it. He stepped on the accelerator and rushed out frantically. Gao Xinyue in the car rushed out of her cell phone in a hurry to call the police. She didn't know what she said when she called the police, and she was already a little incoherent.

Wang Lang retreated quite far before he stopped his body. The sole of one foot was gone, it was cold and uncomfortable.

People who were walking on the road stopped, and some of them were chasing the video and not leaving. They turned on their phones and took photos there. At this time, they could still laugh, as if the words I was about to become popular were written on their faces.

Seeing that Qiuqiu failed to hit, he spitted out the terrible soles of his shoes, kicked his feet, and pulled out a afterimage between the two, and in a flash he arrived in front of Wang Lang.

One punch.

Qiuqiu's seemingly weak and white fist was stamped towards Wang Lang's chest.

In desperation, Wang Lang crossed his arms and blocked him in front of him.

The power of the small fist frightened many people and Wang Lang was like willow catkins blown by the wind and crazily brushing the ground backwards.

A long black mark was left under his feet.

When I stopped, one foot with the soles was numb and the other foot without the soles was sore.

The ball jumped up and jumped five or six meters long, which scared many people and turned into the air, and then came down to Wang Lang's head.

Wang Lang jumped three or four meters back and jumped under a street light on the side of the road.

After the ball landed, it jumped up again like an elastic ball and came towards Wang Lang's face.

Wang Lang hooked the street lamp pole with his back hand and tried his best to the soles of his feet. Before the ball came, Wang Lang turned around the street lamp pole, walked around the ball behind him, and kicked his feet towards the back of the ball.

Qiuqiu rolled to the ground and forced himself to stop. Seeing Wang Lang hooking the street lamp pole with one hand, Qiuqiu sent him up without saying a word.

I heard a bang.

The lamp pole as thick as a bowl had bent, and after a few seconds, the lamp pole was completely broken.

Wang Lang looked confused.

It's so scary if you don't bring such a fierce person.

Qiuqiu chased and Wang Lang ran. Qiuqiu roared and picked up the broken street lamp pole, and threw it towards Wang Lang like he was throwing a javelin.

The wind was sobbing, and the passers-by secretly recording videos on the roadside were frightened.

Wang Lang hid, but the lamp pole was directly towards a person who recorded the video. Wang Lang was not a savior or a saint, the kind that anyone could save. He saw that man flew up by the lamp pole and finally nailed to a wall. The lamp pole fell to the ground first, and the lamp pole was still against the person. The triangle structure was solid, and the person was pushed against the wall and could not move. It was not that easy to be popular, and he had to pay a price.

Wang Lang jumped up to a wall on the side of the road in three or two steps and jumped over the top of the wall. There were still a lot of passers-by coming and going, which could easily cause panic. It would be better to find a place with fewer people.

When Lei Huaer came down from the upper floor, she found that Wang Lang had flipped over a wall again, and the ball followed closely behind.

Wang Lang did not bring a gun, otherwise he could use the gun to slow down the ball's speed.

Both of them were extremely fast, and because their injuries were completely healed, Wang Lang also had a severe pain in his chest when he ran away.

As he ran, Wang Lang rushed into an alley.

The ball was chasing behind, but Wang Lang still ran.

When I turned a corner, I heard the sound of the girl.

When I turned my head, I found a man and a woman standing against the wall, both students, and were wearing school uniforms. The two of them hugged each other and spoke love words.

Seeing Qiuqiu chasing him, Wang Lang gritted his teeth and ran over to prevent Qiuqiu from hurting innocent people.

"Someone." The girl said.

"Don't care." The boy comforted,

"What should I do if the bad guys?" the girl asked.

"If anyone dares to bully you, I will kill him." The boy patted his chest and promised.

"Hehehe, I like you the most."

"Then let me kiss you." The boy smiled and leaned over.

"You bad guy, you're the bad guy."

Wang Lang felt something was wrong as he ran. When he turned his head, he found that Qiuqiu did not catch up.

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Lang returned the same way. As he walked, he heard a scream. It was the sound of the boy just now. The sound was extremely panicked.

Wang Lang chased after him and saw the boy's neck being held in his hand and struggling.

But the strength was not enough to be one percent of the ball, and he could only be at the mercy of others. The boy was almost broken by the pinching and his tongue had stretched out.

Qiuqiu opened his mouth and bit the boy's neck. The boy's face was filled with fear.

"Qiuqiu! I'll tell you, do you dare to agree?"

At the critical moment, Wang Lang roared at the ball.

Qiuqiu turned his head and looked at Wang Lang, only gave Wang Lang a sneer, turned his head and continued to bite the boy's throat.

Wang Lang suddenly slashed his hands on the wall, holding a square piece of warrior in his hand that can attack from a distance or close to attack the ancient warrior.

Bricks.

Without saying a word, Wang Lang smashed the brick over, and Qiuqiu didn't turn his head back, and he smashed his head with one punch.

The eyes were blazing with bloodthirsty light, and the ball bit the boy's throat.

Wang Lang squeezed the black card in his hand and threw it over.

At this moment, the girl just now rushed over and hugged Qiuqiu's arm and burst into tears, "Sister Qiuqiu, please don't bite him, okay?"
Chapter completed!