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

Listening to the compliments of Xiao Jingchuan around him, the annoying smile on his face finally disappeared.

"Fuck you!"

Zhu Xiande shouted loudly, clenched his fists, and rushed towards Xiao Jingchuan.

Xiao Jingchuan's cold face easily dodged it sideways, slashed Zhu Xiande's left hand with one hand, quickly turned his wrist, buckled, and swung his thick arm half a circle.

He twisted the person into a rice dumpling shape with his hands crossed to trap him, then raised his foot and kicked his back mercilessly. As soon as the restraining hand was loosened, Zhu Xiande flew out.

It hit the grass a few meters away with a muffled "plop" sound, stirring up a burst of grass clippings.

There was an uproar!

"F*ck! F*ck! F*ck! What happened! Why did the person fly out in the blink of an eye???"

"Oh my god!! God of Heaven! God of fighting!!!"

"Help! Mom! I rest in peace!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Video! Did someone videotape it? Quickly show it to me and play it back 800 times!"

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Tang Jiao, who was staring at the field nervously, feeling scared and worried, was now stunned.

Lin Haojie, Xiao Jiacheng, Chen Mili, Chen Mili and others were also shocked.

Lin Haojie numbly raised his hand to close his chin that had fallen to the ground, feeling sad in his heart.

It turned out that his brother Xiao was already kind and compassionate towards him.

Amitabha, Amitabha, from now on he must know how to be grateful.

Several instructors outside the field looked at Xiao Jingchuan's extremely neat and professional movements, looked at each other in amazement, and raised their eyebrows.

The socialite Qi Dongyang, who was running around everywhere, looked up and saw Xiao Jingchuan's kicking movements, and his expression changed drastically.

"Fuck, why are we fighting? We're going to die!"

He took out his cell phone and ran here.

Under the gaze of everyone, Zhu Xiande, who was thrown to the ground and left to eat grass, struggled to get up.

His face turned the color of pig liver, and he was gasping for breath. Even though he was in pain, he was also angry from embarrassment.

His eyeballs were bloodshot, and his cheekbones were swollen, turning into a veritable pig's head.

He was so angry that he kept saying obscene words:

"Fuck you! Pretending to be a heroic savior, isn't it just playing a stinky bald guy, it's none of your fucking business! I just ride her on my body, and that's what I respect-"

However, the mood of the crowd was so high that everyone went crazy, stood up, screamed, and applauded, all talking.

No one heard what the two people on the court said.

Zhu Xiande was seen shaking his colorful pig-headed face, his mouth constantly opening and closing, and then he was thrown back to the ground by a fierce and fierce over-the-shoulder throw.

The movement felt like the earth was shaking.

Everyone was so surprised that they were too busy picking up their jaws. The elderly instructor who was closest to watching the battle with his hands folded was the first to notice something was wrong.

The tall and handsome boy had a sinister look on his face as he clasped the opponent's wrist bones.

That method...

The instructor's expression changed and he was about to step forward to stop him.

"stop!"

"Crack."

"what--!"

Zhu Xiande raised his head and let out an extremely tragic wailing sound like a slaughtered pig.

His palms were folded at strange angles, as if the wrist joints had been pulled out of thin air, and their palms were hanging in the air in a twisted posture.

"Let go, let go," Zhu Xiande's hands were twisted, his whole body was shaking with pain, his face was pale, and he looked at Xiao Jingchuan, who had an eerily calm face, with horror on his face, and his hair stood on end.

The instinct of survival made him finally beg for mercy: "I was wrong..."

Xiao Jingchuan, who had a cold handsome face and said nothing from the beginning to the end, crossed his long legs and elegantly pressed down on him with his tall and straight body.

It's like the God of Death finally got tired of playing the painless punishment game and swung the sickle to harvest the head.

"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Zhu Xiande, who could no longer move, was trembling all over and howling in agony.

Xiao Jingchuan's kneecaps, as hard as steel bars, pressed against his ribs, and he twisted his swollen and purple wrists with one hand.

Apply force in both places at the same time.

Xiao Jingchuan turned his back to the firelight, and the black shadow that covered the sky shrouded from his broad back, like the unshakable Satan of Death, standing in front of Zhu Xiande, the shadow of his slightly messy forehead, blocking the black shadow. Shen Yiyi's deep eyes.

Listening to Zhu Xiande's screams, the handsome and handsome lips of the God of Death curled up in pleasure.

As if you are enjoying the game, continue to apply force bit by bit.

At this time, there was chaos outside the venue, and everyone had already noticed that something was wrong.

Such blood-curdling cries of pain were far beyond the level of sparring.

Everyone looked at each other in shock, no one knew what was happening.

The instructor shouted loudly and stepped forward quickly, wanting to reach out and put his hand on Xiao Jingchuan's shoulders, but he was stopped in his tracks by a sidelong glance from him.

Those eyes were as dark and cold as death, as sinister as a devil.

At the same time, a rapid whistle and questioning sound came from far and near.

"Beep--"

"Xiao Jingchuan! Who is Xiao Jingchuan! Which classmate is Xiao Jingchuan? Where is Xiao Jingchuan?"

Xiao Jingchuan's ears twitched.

He turned around with some feeling, only to see a pair of clean and worried eyes.

The majestic and fierce aura around him paused, and he let go of his hand that was exerting force.

Using the left knee that was pressing on Zhu Xiande's stomach as a point of strength, he exerted force. When the latter screamed again, Xiao Jingchuan clapped his hands like dust and stood up lightly.

Under the guidance of the students, people outside the venue who were shouting for someone quickly ran to Xiao Jingchuan.

The person who came was a young officer wearing a formal military uniform.

He nodded to Xiao Jingchuan with a serious face and stepped forward to whisper a few words.

The young man's face, which was always as cold as jade, instantly showed a frail and frail crack.

With a sullen face, he turned around and hurried away without looking back, followed by the newly arrived officer.

"Brother Chu Fei, everything is okay here. Jingchuan was suddenly taken away. Something must have happened. I have to go and see."

Standing on the outer circle, the panting Qi Dongyang sighed loudly and chased after him again.

Zhu Xiande was left lying on the ground dying, and all the students were confused and shocked.

Tang Jiao didn't know what happened next.

Ever since she went up to Xiaojingchuan, her eyes had not left for a moment.

While everyone was marveling at the speed of Xiao Jingchuan's punches, no one knew that the backs of Tang Jiao's hands were turning red.

While some people were frightened by Xiao Jingchuan's increasingly fierce moves, only Tang Jiao's eyes were blown red by the sudden night wind.

Even if he didn't hear half of their conversation clearly, Tang Jiao knew that Xiao Jingchuan was seeking revenge for her.

That person must have said something offensive, which is why he was beaten like this.

Xiao Jingchuan is never wrong, he is so good.

I don't know since when, Xiao Jingchuan has occupied such an important position in Tang Jiao's heart, and she unconditionally trusts this cold moon-like young man.

It's ridiculous.

He had just left, and she was already beginning to feel reluctant to leave.

Tang Jiao turned around and followed the boy who was striding away.

He was left behind by the firelight that shot up into the sky, and the gentle night wind puffed up his coat.

There was a lot of black shuttles in the place where there were no street lights in front of him. He just stepped in with such big strides.

Tang Jiao held Xiao Jingchuan's cell phone in his hand, which was already warmed by her nervous body. He stared at the young man's figure being swallowed up bit by bit by the darkness.

Somehow, she felt a sense of weightlessness and fear of missing something, as if she was being put on the highest point of a roller coaster, with her feet already hanging in the air.

An inexplicable and ominous premonition.

Tang Jiao looked at the last half of Xiao Jingchuan at the edge of the dark halo, and turned around, wanting to catch up.

"Clap."

A bean-sized raindrop fell on Tang Jiao's face, sliding down her cheek quickly, leaving a cold arc on her fair face.

Zhu Xiande collapsed on the ground, wailing and being carried on a stretcher.

The students hugged snacks and hurriedly took shelter from the rain.

Tang Jiao stared blankly in the direction where Xiaojingchuan disappeared, and was pulled out of the sudden heavy rain by Chen Mili and others.

She glanced back again.

In the dark curtain of rain, the burning flame in the center of the grassland struggled to withstand the heavy rain, and gradually emitted black smoke and was annihilated little by little.