My street stall reaches all worlds

Song Yiyi turned around reflexively, and when she saw Han Cheng, not only did she not feel unnatural, but she even burrowed into the man's arms.

"It's you, what are you doing here if you don't set up a street stall?"

Han Cheng looked furious, pointed at her nose and cursed: "Song Yiyi, this is the reason you broke up with me, did you have sex with him long ago?"

Song Yiyi hugged her shoulders, her nostrils almost rose to the sky.

"Does it have anything to do with you? We have already broken up. I am free to do whatever I want."

"It doesn't matter now, but you slept with someone else when you were with me. That's cheap. Damn it, I, Han Cheng, am so blind that I lost my entire family because of you."

Song Yiyi snorted and said, "Oh, didn't you just sell a dilapidated one-story house worth tens of thousands of dollars, and you actually have the nerve to tell me that your family has gone bankrupt, Han Cheng, please stop teasing me, okay?"

The man beside him also opened his hand with a look of disdain. "You're the beggar at the street stall, and you don't piss to take care of yourself. If Song Yiyi followed you, she would be blind."

Han Cheng was already full of anger, how could he hold back now, he just punched the man on the bridge of the nose.

"Did I talk to you, damn it, get the hell out of here."

The man didn't expect that Han Cheng dared to make a move, and was knocked down immediately, Song Yiyi hurried to help him. "Brother Zhongxin, are you okay?"

Lu Zhongxinhao was used to being arrogant, so he couldn't bear this anger, he pushed Song Yiyi away, and said cursingly: "Damn, did I give you face."

Before he could finish speaking, Han Cheng rushed up again, grabbed his wrist and fell over his shoulder. Lu Zhongxin was unprepared, and hit the ground with a bang. Said: "Fuck you uncle, do you know who I am?"

"I don't care who you are."

Han Cheng grabbed his shoulders with both hands, and fell on his back again. Lu Zhongxin was thrown so that his mouth was covered with foam, and he coughed several times.

He knew in his heart that he had stumbled. Seeing Han Cheng grabbing his shoulder again, he immediately shouted: "Brother, I was wrong, don't hit me, I don't want Song Yiyi, you can take it if you like."

"Fuck you, uncle, you've already slept through it all, what else should I do."

Hearing these words, Han Cheng became even more angry, raised his hand and punched twice, Lu Zhongxin wailed twice in pain, and immediately turned into panda eyes.

"Then I'll find you a good one. Brother, please let me go once. That bitch Song Yiyi seduced me."

At this time, Lu Zhongxin didn't care about his image, he hugged Han Cheng's thigh like a dog, and burst into tears.

Seeing his stupid look, Han Cheng was not in the mood, and kicked him aside.

"You're out of luck."

Turning around, Song Yiyi ran away without a trace and couldn't find her. Han Chenghuo was even worse, picked up a brick and smashed the Audi.

"Damn it, don't think that you are so awesome if you have a few stinky money. If you dare to interrupt, I will pinch you as a brat."

Spit on Lu Zhongxin's face, he carried the hexagram booth on his back and walked home. Although it was sad to be greened by someone, it also gave him a taste of joy that he had never had before. Manchurian wrestling is so powerful. If If he learns other skills, he will be invincible.

This time he slept soundly like never before, and when he opened his eyes, it was past five o'clock in the afternoon.

The first thing to do is to look at the system first, but there is no task, it seems that it must be triggered after setting up a hexagram stall. Han Cheng hates going to that night market very much on weekdays, but today he can't wait.

Originally, I wanted to buy a house or a car and enjoy it, but it looks like I can’t go today. The night market starts at six o’clock. Han Cheng hurriedly cleaned up the hexagram stalls and walked towards the night market. When he arrived, the meat skewers next door said sarcastically : "Tsk tsk, it's here again, hurry up and drink the northwest wind."

Han Cheng didn't bother to talk to him, set up the booth, and then leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes to regain his composure.

Just as he was thinking about what tasks he would have to do tonight, the stall was suddenly kicked down, and Han Cheng's leg hurt from being smashed, so he jumped up all of a sudden, and opened his eyes to see that this was not the letter that was good with Song Yiyi. Brother?

He was wearing sunglasses, and he was followed by seven or eight younger brothers, and he walked with a shaky body. He was a completely different person from the cowardly person he was this morning.

"Damn it, you have such a big heart. You smashed my brother's Audi car, and you dare to come out to set up a stall."

Han Cheng stood firm, and said disdainfully: "It turns out that you are a piece of trash, did your skin not loosen enough this morning?"

Lu Zhongxin sneered. "Stop talking nonsense to me, and give me 10 yuan immediately, or you won't be able to set up this stall."

The gangsters immediately cooperated and took out their sticks. Seeing the ferocious appearance of these people, the stalls next to them all hid aside.

Of course, there were quite a few people watching the fun. Han Cheng had set up a hexagram stall here for more than a year. No one knew what he was like. He might not be able to get even 1000 yuan, let alone [-] yuan.

Han Cheng also frowned, taking money is impossible to take money, but he didn't know if he could deal with so many people at once, and within a moment of hesitation, a gangster smashed it down with a wooden stick.

Han Cheng tripped one of his legs subconsciously, and the man was stumbled and knocked down two of them. This made Han Cheng's confidence soar, he grabbed one and threw it out.

There was an exclamation from the crowd, followed by a few shouts.

"Damn it, if you dare to fight back, today I will take your skin off."

The red-haired man who was kicked down before had already got up, with a look of savagery on his face.

"Give it to me."

Seeing that these people came over like wolves and tigers again, Han Cheng was willing to go all out, even if he was beaten to death, he couldn't be bullied by these bastards.

However, at this critical juncture, the system suddenly sent a task.

"Please host immediately go to the Condor Heroes plane to relieve Li Mochou's worries."

"Oh, wait a minute, I'm still..."

The system didn't give him a chance to speak at all, his eyes went blank, he had already arrived at a market, and before Han Cheng could take a closer look, he heard a scolding.

"Will you know it? If you can't figure it out, I'll pull out your tongue."

Although the voice was pleasant, it was full of murderous intent, and it was not at the same level as the red-haired gangsters.

Han Cheng raised his head, and saw a beautiful woman in a purple robe sitting in front of him, with a simple jade crown tied on her head, with handsome eyebrows and eyes full of heroism.

who is this?

The system seemed like a roundworm in his stomach, and immediately said: This is Li Mochou, a disciple of the Ancient Tomb Sect, help her figure out whether Lu Zhanyuan still has feelings for her.

Han Cheng couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

The system even matched him with a Chilian fairy who can turn faces faster than flipping books, and does things only based on likes and dislikes. Isn't this fatal? The most important thing is that his physical body is still being beaten there.

Seeing the corner of Li Mochou's mouth smiling, and his eyes getting colder and colder, Han Cheng couldn't help but tremble, "Damn it, who cares, let's coax the big devil first."

"Woman, don't worry, I don't know if the woman is asking questions, or asking people."

Li Mochou snorted and said: "Ask people, I want to find someone, do you think he will meet me?"