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- Chapter 331 Take action
¡°Oh¡ª¡ª?¡± Xiao Yuesheng turned his head and glanced at his neighbors, receiving vicious glares from them.
In the eyes of outsiders, Xiao Yuesheng has warm eyes, an elegant figure, and his feet seem to be floating but not floating. He does not look like he has practiced martial arts at all.
It¡¯s just that before he entered the hall just now, his voice came in, faintly showing some martial arts, but the seven of them didn¡¯t care. At this level, it was not worth making a fuss about.
When internal strength cultivation reaches a certain level, various strange phenomena will appear, such as bulging temples or sunken temples, eyes radiating with brilliance and unknowingly sharpness, and slight changes in footwork and bodywork due to years of practicing. , just like the dancers of later generations, because they often practice Qigong, their ordinary walking is naturally different from ordinary people.
"Xiao Yuesheng was just like an ordinary person, no different, so they looked down upon him a little and glared at him unscrupulously, with a threatening look in his eyes.
Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly and shook his head: "Why didn't you succeed?"
"Humph, aren't we easy to bully when others see us?!" Qing'er snorted and glanced at the people sitting next to her. She was not timid about their vicious gazes. Instead, her almond-shaped eyes widened and she glared back with hatred, unwilling to be outdone.
Xiao Yuesheng looked astonished and asked curiously: "You don't bully others, it's already settled, but there are still people bullying you?!"
"Xiao¡ª¡ªMr.¡ª¡ªsheng¡ª¡ª!" Qing'er immediately refused, twisting her delicate body and getting angry.
Song Wenqing glanced at Sun Laowu opposite him, turned around and slowly returned to the table, sat down on the left side of Xiao Yuesheng.
Seeing her leaving, Sun Laowu was very dissatisfied and shouted hurriedly: "Hey, don't leave, beauty, we haven't been intimate yet!"
Xiao Yuesheng frowned, turned to look at Sun Laowu, and said in a deep voice: "Shut up!"
Sun Laowu¡¯s playful expression froze, his body swayed slightly, then his face turned pale, and his sharp eyes became empty and blank.
After drinking in a deep voice, Xiao Yuesheng turned around with a calm expression, shook his head at Song Wenqing and said with a smile: "Why should Miss Song show mercy to such a person?!"
Song Wen glanced at him with clear eyes, ignored him, picked up the silver chopsticks, and started eating. After such a long delay, she was already hungry and couldn't bear it.
"Lao Wu, what's wrong?" The people over there saw something was wrong and shouted loudly.
Sun Laowu stopped swaying slightly, shook his head vigorously, turned to look at his companions, and then looked at Xiao Yuesheng's back.
"Lao Wu?"
"Brother Fang, don't worry, I'm fine!" Sun Laowu turned around and smiled, then looked at Xiao Yuesheng again and said in a deep voice: "I wonder who this master is?!"
Xiao Yuesheng reached out and clapped his hands, with a clear voice, he shouted loudly: "Little brother, please add a pair of bowls and chopsticks!"
"Here - here -!" the waiter responded in a loud voice, took the bowl and chopsticks, hesitated for a moment, then bravely ran over, handed over the bowl and chopsticks, and then trotted away, escaping from the dangerous place extremely quickly. .
"This brother in front of me, I don't know his name?!" Sun Laowu raised his fists and shouted in a deep voice, his face was gloomy, his yellow teeth were clenched, and he looked coldly at Xiao Yuesheng's back.
"You were walking in a hurry. I chased you all the way, and I didn't have time to eat, just in time!" Xiao Yuesheng picked up the silver chopsticks, laughed, and started to pick up the vegetables. He didn't seem to hear the questions behind him.
Qing'er Bingxue is smart, and she can tell at a glance that it's not that Mr. Xiao didn't hear it, but he was just too lazy to answer that disgusting guy.
This move made her quite relieved, so she pretended not to hear it, chuckled, and said softly: "Aren't these two horses so fast and steady, and they can also understand people's words, Mr. Xiao? It¡¯s so amazing!¡±
The two white horses could go on their own without the driver's control. Qing'er just gave some instructions and they could almost understand them, which made her marvel and admire them endlessly.
"Haha" Xiao Yuesheng took a chopstick of vegetables and slowly put it into his mouth. He chuckled and didn't answer, so as to save her from asking for it. He made these two white horses very easy, but he couldn't bear to give them away.
Sun Laowu's chest and abdomen rose and fell, he took a deep breath, put down his hands, walked closer, came behind Xiao Yuesheng, reached out and slowly patted his shoulder, and said: "I am"
As soon as he said two words, he stopped suddenly. His body suddenly flew up and drew an arc in the air. He fell to the floor with a "bang" and the floor shook several times.
"Lao Wu!" A neighbor jumped up and flew to his side. He leaned over to investigate and found that Sun Lao Wu was unconscious.
He checked his pulse, and his face suddenly darkened.
This man is about forty years old, with a thin body, slender hands and feet, and a long hanging waist.He has a sword, and his face is also thin and slender, and he looks quite dashing.
He put down Sun Laowu's arm and stood up slowly. His eyes flashed with cold light as he glared at Xiao Yuesheng's back. Water seemed to drip from his pale face.
"Brother Zhang, how's the fifth brother doing?!" Fang Lao Er asked with raised eyebrows.
"Seriously injured, if you don't perform the exercise immediately, your life will be in danger!" The thin middle-aged man replied coldly, his eyes still staring at Xiao Yuesheng's back.
"Well -" Xiao Yuesheng nodded, chewed a few times, and said with a smile: "It's pretty good that this dish can be made like this!"
"Mr. Xiao, hehe" Qing'er winked at him with her right eye and smiled playfully. She felt very happy when she saw Sun Laowu's miserable condition.
"Come on, don't just smile, eat and have a taste!" Xiao Yuesheng took the silver chopsticks and tapped a plate of crystal elbows on the table, chuckled, took a chopstick and put it on Song Wenqing's plate.
Qing'er stuck out her tongue and smiled strangely when she saw him bringing vegetables to Aunt Qing. Then she dressed casually and didn't see him, so as not to bring Aunt Qing's anger onto her.
Song Wenqing looked cold and rolled his eyes at Xiao Yuesheng, but did not refuse.
The skinny middle-aged man saw Xiao Yuesheng and the others looking back and forth, as if there was no one around, and did not take him and the others seriously at all. His chest seemed to explode, and he shouted: "Who are you?!"
Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and sighed, and said helplessly to Qing'er: "It seems that we can only get rid of them first before we can eat in peace!"
"That's right!" Qing'er nodded hurriedly and hummed sweetly: "They are the most annoying people!"
Xiao Yuesheng smiled at her and glanced at Song Wenqing again. A little further down his feet, the chair lifted off the ground at the same time as him, spinning in the air. When he landed, he was sitting facing the thin middle-aged man.
"Who are you? Why are you causing trouble for two weak women?!" Xiao Yuesheng's gentle eyes swept across the five people including the thin middle-aged man and his neighbors.
The middle-aged man and Fang Laoer made eye contact, exchanged glances with each other, and said in a deep voice: "We are from the Changsha Gang. I don't know your surname?!"
"A member of the Changsha Gang?" Xiao Yuesheng frowned slightly, a thought came to his mind, and he nodded: "Is your gang leader Guo Jinghui?"
"Exactly!" The middle-aged man was startled and asked hurriedly: "Do you know my gang leader?"
"Well, we met once." Xiao Yuesheng nodded slightly, his gentle gaze turned to Fang Laoer, then shook his head and sighed: "Guo Jinghui can be regarded as a hero. Unexpectedly, his subordinates But it¡¯s so out of place!¡±
"Who are you?!" Fang Laoer sat there, angry and shouted loudly.
He looks gentle and gentle, with fair skin, like a scholar from the countryside. He doesn't look like a martial artist. But when he speaks, he becomes cold and unceremonious.
"I'm Xiao Yuesheng." Xiao Yuesheng chuckled, shook his head, and waved his hands: "You can leave. For Guo Jinghui's sake, I will spare you today."
"Hehe! Hehe!" Fang Laoer sneered again and again, with a sarcastic look in his eyes.
"Mr. Xiao¡ª¡ª!" Qing'er looked on anxiously. Their frivolous words really made her angry. It was too cheap to let them go.
Xiao Yuesheng turned a deaf ear and just looked at Fang Laoer who was sneering.
Seeing that he was so stubborn, it was tantamount to seeking death. He also felt that he should help them. He shook his head and sighed: "In that case, don't blame him for playing dirty tricks!"
After saying that, he flashed and landed next to Fang Laoer, and slapped out a palm, slowly and lightly, without any trace of anger.
Fang Laoer's martial arts was extremely strong and he was the best among them all, but when faced with this slow palm, he felt like he had nowhere to hide.
He was very determined. Although he felt that he had nowhere to hide, he still managed to regain his strength and tried to use his body skills. However, he found that his body was stiff and numb, unable to move at all!
While he was stunned, a slow palm hit his chest. He suddenly flew up and landed three feet away, making a "bang" sound. The floor shook, and people couldn't help but take a breath, feeling quite strange.
Why didn¡¯t he know how to dodge and let this slow palm hit him? !
But it was impossible for them to know. Fang Laoer had already passed out and was unconscious.
"Brother Fang, Brother Fang!" The burly He Laosan hurriedly ran over, squatted down and pushed his body, calling out urgently.
Fang Laoer was the leader of their group. He was knocked down, and everyone suddenly felt leaderless and without a backbone.
It¡¯s just that Fang Laoer was already in a coma and was unconscious. He pushed him around and still didn¡¯t wake up. The thin middle-aged man hurried over and said: "Brother He, don't move around, just check his injuries first. "
He Laosan realized this and hurriedly let go of his hand, letting him feel his pulse.
Xiao Yuesheng shook his head, turned around, and picked up the silver chopsticks.
"Mr. Xiao, is he seriously injured?" Qing'er's beautiful face came over and asked in a low voice.
"Neither light nor heavy." Xiao Yuesheng said with a smile.
"Humph, what does neither light nor heavy mean?!" Qing'er immediately pouted her cherry lips in dissatisfaction.
"Qing'er, stop talking!" Song Wenqing glanced at her, then looked at the five people surrounding Fang Laoer.
"Yes¡ª¡ª!" Qing'er drawled, revealing deep dissatisfaction.
Song Wenqing paid no attention to her, her mind was focused on that, and she was quite curious as to whether Fang Laoer and the others were seriously injured, and what kind of injuries they suffered. She also failed to see the mystery of that palm.
"Don't you think your attack is too heavy?!" The thin middle-aged man stood up, slowly came behind Xiao Yuesheng, drew out the long sword from his waist, gritted his teeth, and slowly asked.
"You bring your own blessings and misfortunes. I have made it clear in advance that he does not believe in evil, so he cannot blame others!" Xiao Yuesheng shook his head, turned his back to him, and answered lazily.
"Hey, I don't believe in evil!" He snorted angrily, stepped forward, handed over his long sword, and exhaled: "Here!"
The sword's light was like lightning, with a hint of cold light, and it stabbed directly into Xiao Yuesheng's back.
"I won't give up until I reach the Yellow River!" Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and sighed, turning around, the chair jumped up with him, and turned towards the long sword in the air.
He still held the silver chopstick in his hand, facing the long sword that was as cold as lightning. When it was close to his body, he took out the chopstick and tapped it lightly, and it happened to hit the tip of the sword.
With the sound of "ding", the long sword suddenly flew out of his hand. The middle-aged man felt a huge force pouring into the sword, shaking his palm open. Half of his body was numb and unable to move. He could only watch the long sword fly away. , flew out and stuck in the middle of the table where he was sitting just now.
???Everyone who was watching Fang Laoer couldn't help but pay attention. They knew best how the middle-aged man's swordsmanship was. Otherwise, a man as arrogant as Fang Laoer would not be called Brother Zhang.
"Let me give you a ride!" Xiao Yuesheng snorted softly, stood up from the chair, walked to the four of them, patted them with his palms, and then returned.
???????????????????????????????????? The rabbit rises and the falcon falls, and the figure is so graceful, and so fast that no one can react.
He sat down again, and the four people who were originally surrounding Fang Laoer fell down one after another, as if a big tree had been broken by someone, and they lay beside Fang Laoer, unconscious.
"Mr. Xiao is so awesome!" Qing'er jumped up suddenly, clapped her little hands vigorously, and called out loudly.
"Qing'er!" Song Wenqing scolded hurriedly.
"Oh" Qing'er put down her little hand, pouted her cherry in a helpless voice, and sat down again, like a deflated ball.
"Since I haven't done any evil yet, I'll spare your life!" Xiao Yuesheng turned around and glanced at the middle-aged man, and said lightly.
The middle-aged man looked pale. He looked at Xiao Yuesheng and then at his companion lying on the floor. His heart was as cold as falling into a cold cellar.
In the lavender carriage, Xiao Yuesheng was sitting cross-legged on the couch at the back, and Qing'er was sitting opposite him. The two were facing each other, and they were quarreling with each other.
Song Wenqing was sitting on the couch in front, holding a book in his hand, with a cold expression. He occasionally turned his bright eyes and glanced at the two of them.
"Mr. Xiao, will they come again?" Qing'er raised her chin with one hand and stared at the chessboard, asking softly.
Xiao Yuesheng was slowly pressing the white chess piece and nodded: "It depends on whether Guo Jinghui understands current affairs"
"He must have a grudge between me and daddy!" Qing'er snorted.
"Well, that must be the case." Xiao Yuesheng nodded and slowly put down the chess pieces. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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