Neighboring school old enemy bows to me

The Guozijian just finished the morning class, and more than half of the people in the class were sleeping in the classroom.

He Zhiyang lurked next to Huo Yao's seat, poked him and said, "Dude, do you know someone with a figure that seduces a man? Also, if this man likes girls, he only likes girls!"

Huo Yao: "This request sounds very unserious. I am a serious person, so of course I don't know him."

"Come on, it's time for you, a dandy, to come in handy. Don't be modest."

"Good-looking and attractive, but he definitely won't fall in love with men." Huo Yao suddenly looked at him: "You."

"Fuck off." He Zhiyang's expression collapsed, and he gave him a look: "I'm looking for someone to connect with Qiao Yue. Didn't I go there looking for a beating?"

Huo Yao withdrew his gaze and smiled: "Mr. Pan?"

"He can't do it, he's a young man, what if the fake show is real." He Zhiyang said righteously, with a bottom line: "We are celebrating with Qiao Yue again, but we must have principles in dealing with people, and we must not let him It’s really worth the rest of my life.”

"You really care more than Qiao Yue and his father." Huo Yao was very puzzled: "Did he say that the person he met would show up? If you can't find anyone, just don't go. Let him rush to nothing and hang him a few times day."

He Zhiyang was startled: "Can it still be like this?"

When Huo Yao said this idea, the problem that troubled He Zhiyang was immediately solved.

In the past few days, no matter who he asked to meet Qiao Yue, He Zhiyang felt a little unhappy in his heart for some reason.

Young master, he hasn't got a good relationship yet, so he doesn't want Qiao Yue to beat him.

"Qiao Yue asked someone to come out by accident, it was not in the plan." Huo Yao thought clearly: "The love letter will be sent as usual, as long as they let the boss know, besides, who really has time to find him a good friend?"

He Zhiyang smiled openly: "This is a good idea, let him rush to nothing!"

Huo Yao was overjoyed, he laid his long legs leisurely on the chair, and said lazily: "Brother Yang thinks it will do."

He Zhiyang nodded seriously: "Very successful, seeing him happy for nothing, just thinking about it makes me happy."

Huo Yao waved his hands, and continued to lie on the table to catch up on sleep.

The big stone in He Zhiyang's heart fell to the ground, and he was indescribably relaxed. He had something on his mind this morning, and he didn't eat a few bites of food. He suddenly felt hungry. When he looked up, he saw Xu Yiqing was also leaning on the desk with his eyes closed, and he was alone. Go out of the Imperial College to buy breakfast.

As soon as he stepped out of the school gate, he could already hear loud noises. In the cold wind, a soldier patrolling the street aggressively was arguing with a few food stalls by the corner gate. There were several mud footprints.

He Zhiyang's face was slightly cold, and he strode over, kicked the person to the ground, and grabbed the wrist of the person who was pushing Aunt Xu: "See clearly, this is the gate of the Imperial College, if you want to go crazy, you can find the fuck." Right place."

The man's two wrists were painfully pinched by He Zhiyang, and his tone was still arrogant: "You have to see clearly! I am from Dongcheng Bingmasi, and this area of ​​Dongcheng cannot have food stalls, understand?"

He Zhiyang secretly strengthened his hands, and said lazily: "You have delayed the good mood of the young master to eat, understand?"

The people from Bingmasi looked at He Zhiyang's shirt and knew that he was a scholar, so they thought he was contemptuous, but who knew that this man's hands were so strong, he was pressed to the ground, his wrists hurt and he couldn't break free, he couldn't help Struggling and threatening: "Give us Bingma Siyueyin so that the stall can continue to open, otherwise you will not be able to survive!"

"We're in business, not paying money." He Zhiyang's eyebrows were delicate and dignified, but his tone was harsh: "What do you think?"

"If you want to make money without spending money, let me tell you, it's not such a good thing..."

Before the words fell, the man howled again and again.

He Zhiyang made a mistake, and the man's two wrists were immediately dislocated, and the dislocated wrist bones were tingling, so painful that he could no longer speak hard words.

He Zhiyang's eyes were gloomy and cold, he stood up and moved his knuckle fingers: "Do you still want money?"

The man clutched his aching wrist and stared fiercely at He Zhiyang, but he didn't dare to speak casually.

"Young Master rewarded you, take it." He Zhiyang squatted down, holding a pile of banknotes contemptuously, and patted him on the cheek: "Take care of your hands with Lang Zhongzhi, oh, and use the extra money to wash your eyes." , save yourself from bumping into someone you can't afford!"

After finishing speaking, Sa Ran stood up, waved his hands and said: "When the young master is in a good mood, hurry up and get out!"

The man stared fiercely at He Zhiyang's back, struggled to get up from the ground, and ran away without a trace in an instant.

He Zhiyang walked up to Aunt Xu and helped her put up the cover together.

Aunt Xu was still in shock, and He Zhiyang was comforting her in a low voice, when she suddenly heard an urgent cry from behind: "It's him! Don't let him run away!"

He Zhiyang turned his head, and the soldier who had just been lying on the ground begging for mercy reappeared arrogantly, pointed at He Zhiyang and yelled at five or six companions: "Don't let this little bastard run away, if you dare to do anything to Bingmasi, I will kill you!" Look at him itching!"

It seems that he just went to rescue soldiers.

He Zhiyang sneered, dodged a sharp punch, rolled up the sleeves of his long shirt, hooked a person's arm in the air, and slammed the person to the ground. Almost at the same time, his long legs flew across the air and hit the other person's face.

The soldiers patrolling the streets of the Bingma Division are all Dongcheng thugs with average skills. They guessed that He Zhiyang was a bully student, so they came up to fight. Seeing that He Zhiyang moved neatly and with great momentum, they didn't dare to rush forward carelessly. They surrounded He Zhiyang with fierce eyes, and joined forces to besiege him.

With one against five, He Zhiyang quickly lost the wind, and his feet fell down like raindrops. In the blink of an eye, he had hit several times, so he had to grit his teeth and think about getting out.

Aunt Xu was anxiously shouting for someone, but the people around had already run away when the Bingmasi people appeared, and there was not even a runner to report.

Suddenly, a muffled groan came from above their heads, and two people fell to the ground at the same time as if they had been bewitched by a voodoo.

He Zhiyang raised his head in doubt, and said in surprise, "Qiao Yue!"

Qiao Yue's quiet eyes fell, and he saw that the corner of He Zhiyang's mouth was bruised, and his brows were slightly frowned.

The rest of the people looked at each other in blank dismay, lowered their heads in a daze, saw the black bruises on the neck of their companions, their expressions changed drastically, and without any hesitation, they all reached out and reached for the sabres around their waists.

Qiao Yue strode past, stretched his arms, and stretched them straight to the throats of the two as quickly as the wind. After a soft sound, the two fell to the ground with a bang.

He Zhiyang: "..."

He didn't see Qiao Yue's move just now, but now he opened his eyes wide, but he still hasn't seen clearly how those muscular hands are exerting force.

The four living people fell to the ground, and Qiao Yue calmly didn't even move his eyebrows. When only the two of them fell to the ground, the turbulent dust lifted the corner of his robe with the breeze, revealing his muscular and slender legs. Return to calm.

Qiao Yue's moves were exactly the same as his figure, tough and sharp, with hidden murderous intentions.

He Zhiyang put down his sleeves that were rolled up to his elbows, and looked at Qiao Yue with a little bit of admiration in his eyes.

It's just that the sharp-edged face is still cold and indifferent, as if all this has nothing to do with him.

Bingmasi was so frightened that he knelt down on the ground and said in a trembling voice, "Qiao Qianhu, let me go... We are from Bingmasi, and we have friendship with you Jinyiwei."

Qiao Yue glanced at him and said coldly, "I gave you a chance."

He once ordered the soldiers and horses to strictly prohibit showing up here and now.

He always said what he said only once, if he met someone who didn't understand, that person would have no chance to listen to others again.

"Save your dog's life." Qiao Yue said coldly: "Go back and report a letter, Jin Yiwei has taken over this errand, understand?"

"Understood..." The corner of his eyes glanced at his fallen companion, who swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "The villain will go back and report."

"Drag your people away." Qiao Yue lifted his chin: "Don't dirty the Jinyiwei's land."

The only survivor of Bingmasi hurriedly dragged everyone back to the car one by one in fear. Except for a few bloodstains on the bluestone board in front of the Imperial Prison, nothing seemed to have happened.

"Qiao Yue, it's fine if you pinch him unconscious." He Zhiyang grinned his teeth just after being punched a few times, and said, "Why do you still make people vomit blood?"

Qiao Yue was startled, and then guessed that He Zhiyang didn't know that these people had their throats broken by him in a short time.

He wanted to say something intimidating, but when he looked sideways, he found that He Zhiyang was looking at the bloodstains, his slender eyelashes drooping slightly, trembling unnoticed.

Qiao Yue sneered, and then turned around and said, "Spitting out blood is good for them."

Qiao Yue raised his eyes and saw that Pang Ying and the others were standing at the door, waving desperately at him, and casually walked over with long legs.

"Qianhu, why are we fighting with Bingmasi?" Several Jinyi guards looked like hungry animals that smelled blood, and their eyes glowed golden: "I saw that those people were not pleasing to the eye, and the night-watching and arresting thieves are not pleasing to the eye." Hurry up, and you are also worthy to come to the gate of Jinyiwei School to tell me what to do."

"I'm used to it!" Qiao Yue's face was indifferent, but his tone could not hide his disdain: "Today, Ben Qianhu personally took action to clean up Bingmasi's house, and we will take care of this site in the future."

"Brother Yang is injured?" Yu Chacha pouted in the distance: "I see that the corner of his lip is bruised."

Qiao Yue's eyes fixed on him, and his tone turned cold: "When did Jin Yiwei have the rule of calling the Imperial College brothers and sisters?"

Yu Chacha shrugged his shoulders, not daring to start a conversation.