The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

Tang Jiao could hardly speak.

How horrifying a person's malice can be, like crushing an ant to death and then appearing in front of her again without any psychological burden or scruples after harming others.

What if no one finds her?

Will she be killed by this unprovoked trick in a remote village, somewhere no one knows.

More than ten meters apart, the man smiled more and more happily, and Tang Jiao became colder all over.

"Don't be afraid."

Xiao Jingchuan placed his palm on Tang Jiao's hand, but the heat in his palm could not warm the small ice-like hand.

"Jiaojiao, I'm here, don't be afraid."

Lin Haojie, who had eyes and ears in all directions, first noticed something unusual. He put his head in and asked softly: "Brother Xiao, what's wrong?"

Zhu Xiande had just released a man, and he was laughing wildly with his hands on his hips, extremely proud of himself.

Listening to the harsh laughter, Xiao Jingchuan felt furious in his heart, and deep black shadows filled his eyes.

He took a deep breath, held Tang Jiao's head with one hand, and rubbed it soothingly. He took out his mobile phone and put it into Tang Jiao's white-clenched hand. He placed his head in her ear and whispered:

"wait for me."

Then he said to Lin Haojie, "Look at her."

In the latter's confused eyes, Xiao Jingchuan stood up and walked straight towards the center of the bonfire.

"Look, look! It's Xiao Jingchuan!"

"What is he doing?"

"Does the school idol also want to perform? Sisters! Stop eating! Get your cell phone cameras ready!"

"That's not right, Xiaoshen seems to be heading towards that boy..."

Lin Haojie didn't understand the situation at all. He glanced at Tang Jiao, who was staring straight ahead with a bad expression, and then at Xiao Jingchuan's menacing tall back, and suddenly felt that something was not good!

"Hey~ Isn't this our Xiaoda Campus Prince?"

After Zhu Xiande said this, he threw the microphone to the boy behind him. He turned around and looked at Xiao Jingchuan, who was obviously coming from a bad company, and smiled kindly.

"It's you."

As Xiao Jingchuan spoke, he lowered his head and stretched out his sleeves. The surging momentum around him seemed to disappear instantly.

He calmly rolled up his cuffs twice, and his slender fingers with distinct joints were like works of art under the firelight, clear, elegant, and fatally attractive.

"Master Xiao knows little people like us."

Zhu Xiande glanced at Tang Jiao, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, and he laughed strangely, "What, so you want to avenge that little bald man?"

Xiao Jingchuan paused in adjusting his cuffs and raised his eyes to look at Zhu Xiande, who was more than half a head shorter than him.

His dark eyes were as cold and silent as if he were looking at a dead thing.

Zhu Xiande was stung by this look. He stepped on the turf with the toe of his shoe and crushed it several times. He then raised his head and looked around at the students and coaches who were watching closely.

"With so many people watching, what can the prince do to me?"

He licked his lips, laughed, and the flesh on his face trembled.

"Besides, do you have any evidence? Even if I take that little bald guy who is neither male nor female—"

The next second, the second half of his unclean words were punched back in the stomach by Xiao Jingchuan.

"Fuck!!!!"

"He's actually going to fight!"

"What just happened??? I didn't even see him punch clearly??"

"Hiss - the sound of the punch hitting the flesh, Xiaoshen is not only handsome, but his fists are also fast and accurate..."

Zhu Xiande clutched his stomach and staggered back a few steps unable to stop himself.

He waited for a while, gritted his teeth, and spat out a mouthful of blood-tinged saliva.