The Inverted Dragon’s Scale

The first chapter, juvenile shepherd!

Some people say that Li Muyang is a waste.

This makes Li Muyang's extra anger, originally supposed to be a family secret, how can it be leaked out and spread to the world?

Hurricane smashed, grass green and red.

Young people in twos and threes run and jump in the grass, or sing and dance, or wrestle games. Happy laughter, dripping.

The college entrance examination is near, and every student has tightened his nerves to work hard for the famous school in his dreams.

The school organized this lake tour in a month and seven days away from the college entrance examination. In order to let the students relax their mood, and then charge the final gold medal title in the most full of mental state.

On the corner of the corner of the sunset lake, a dark-skinned teenager is lying in the grass and slumbering.

Even when he was asleep, the expression on his face was still colorful. First, happy, shy, then a hesitant entanglement and shame ------

A month ago, he and the nine-legged long-legged beauty Xu Shirui had a good time at the revolving restaurant of the Royal Hotel to eat seafood buffet. The three-month-old temperament goddess Zhang Xinqi invited him to study in the cafe to prepare for the college entrance examination. Responding, just in the class of the all-rounder, Cui carefully stopped him and said that he wanted to see him watching the movie "Titanic" at night. He said that he thought about the fact that he was not prepared to refuse.

Li Muyang only wanted to graze a sheep, but did not think about shepherding a flock of sheep.

Therefore, too many peach blossoms made him quite troubled. He does not want to be a playboy.

哐铛------

The loud gold and iron impact sound came.

One and a half old iron barrels were kicked into the lake, swaying a few times on the lake, and then squatting down.

Li Muyang opened his eyes and looked at the few students standing in front of him.

"Li Muyang-----I think you shouldn't be called Li Muyang. It should be called Li Dead Pig? You can sleep in class after class, and you can sleep while you are in class. Are you still able to sleep than pigs?" The handsome boy of Feng’s hairstyle said with a sneer, he deliberately increased the volume and attracted the attention of the students around him.

"Zhang Chen, don't you insult the pigs well? Although the pigs are lazy and do sleep all day, at least the parents have fat ears and white skin, it looks stupid and cute. You look at Li Muyang again. Dark black and thin, like a piece of burnt coke----How can he compare with pigs?" The sturdy Yang Yang, who is strong and strong, said that it attracted everyone's ridicule.

"Li Muyang, are you not going to fish?" Pingtou Xiaofazi lifted a simple fishing rod made of bamboo at the lakeside. He said with a smile: "There is nothing to gain, the bucket is empty, one The fish didn't catch it? It's a pity. Just now the big guy said that Li Muyang had a good harvest for an afternoon. We can have a full fish dinner at night. Are you too disappointing?"

Li Muyang rubbed his eyes and secretly wiped the water stains on his lips with his sleeves.

His action attracted more exciting laughter from the classmates.

"What's wrong?" Li Muyang looked confused. "What do you want to do?"

"Li Muyang, we just want to see you----see how you slept." Zhang Chen dialed his long bangs by hand and looked at Li Muyang, who was sitting in the grass, and said: "Is it a good night's sleep?"

"Fortunately." Li Muyang nodded incomparably frankly. This sleep is really very comfortable, that is, the question has not yet come up with an answer that makes people worry-----Would you like to go to the movies with Cui carefully?

"What did you dream of?"

Li Muyang's black face turned red, his head was low and he said shyly: "I can't say."

"Let's talk." Zhang Chen showed a cat-and-mouse expression. This is the game they often play. They are cats, and Li Muyang is the little mouse they use. "Reassure, we won't laugh at you."

"I can't say it." Li Muyang shook his head again.

“Did you dream of Cui Damei in our class?”

Behind the crowd, a beautiful girl with long hair shawl and white floral dress raised her eyebrows slightly, apparently did not like them to bring the war to themselves.

Li Muyang looked at Zhang Chen thoughtfully and said: "You are not mature."

"What?" Zhang Chen suddenly widened his eyes and could not believe the facts he had seen. "what did you say?"

Did this guy take the wrong medicine?

Li Muyang is a freak in the class. Because the skin is dark, it looks like a piece of charcoal, so everyone likes to call it 'black charcoal' or 'black kid'.

Because Li Muyang is sleepy, he still sleeps when he goes to sleep and goes out to sleep. Everyone gives him a nickname called 'Sleeping God'.

Because of his dark atmosphere and long-lasting sleep, Li Muyang became a celebrity in the school. Everyone who sees him will say, 'Hey, that's the black charcoal of our school.' 'He may have slept. He can sleep from the first class in the morning to the fourth class. The teacher knocked the blackboard and he didn't wake up. ------'

Li Muyang is a class treasure in the class and a mascot.

When you are in a good mood, you will tease him. When you are in a bad mood, you will bully him.

Zhang Chen’s mood is very bad today, because he secretly confessed to Cui, but he was carefully rejected by Cui. There is still a month of college entrance examination, when the students in the class have to divide things. If you can't establish a normal relationship between men and women with Cui now, I am afraid that I can only watch this flower disappearing into his life with the wind.

The more I think about it, the more I am lost. Zhang Chen wants to find something to vent her anger, just to see Li Muyang who is lying in the corner and sleeping sweet.

However, even this little mouse dares to counter the ridicule of himself? This is something that has never been seen before.

"You are not mature." Li Muyang repeated the words just now, although there are only four simple words, but the lethality is amazing.

Zhang Chen’s face became gloomy, his eyes looked fiercely at Li Muyang, and he said, “You want to die?”

Li Muyang licked the hair that had become messy because of sleeping. He said, "If you just say this threat, I have a question. I want to ask, but the bridge is leaving every day. Are you personally sent in the past?"

"beat him."

Zhang Chen shouted loudly, and Li Muyang rushed over.

The height of one meter seven or eight is matched with the body that often makes basketball and becomes strong and strong. It runs like a wind and a tiger. It seems that a collision can make the dry and thin Li Muyang fly out.

Everyone thinks this way.

At this moment, Li Muyang is like a boat in the sea, a sheep shaking in front of the tiger king, only need a fierce wave, a flying, it will dispel the soul flying on the spot.

Li Muyang stood still and looked like he was scared.

Around the pupils of the inkstone, the white spots began to spread out of the blood.

The initial micro-thinness is hard to see with the naked eye. But soon it was connected to the film, and it became more and more clear and terrifying.

At first glance, it is like the pupils of the eyes are wrapped in red ink. The dark pupil is the sun's black hole on the sky, and a large red blood around it rises and falls.

Li Muyang’s fist raised a thin scale on his back, like a transparent fish scale. The fish scales flashed with purple eyes, and the small black skin on the back of the fist turned purple.

Li Muyang’s heart is full of temperament, as if there is any dissatisfaction that needs to be vented, and the grievances of the sky are hard to tell.

Zhang Chen ran close, then punched the door of Li Muyang.

Snapped------

Li Muyang reached out and stopped.

"what-------"

Some people exclaimed, and some people were so scared that they closed their eyes.

How can Li Muyang's thin arms and thin legs block Zhang Chen's steel fist iron arm?

Zhang Chen’s face showed a smug smile, and the disgusting black face that was close at hand was full of disdain.

"This poor little mouse ------ dare to play cats?"

At the moment of the fist contact, the smile on Zhang Chen’s face solidified, and then he felt a majestic force rushing toward his fist.

Hard to fight, no resistance.

boom------

Zhang Chen’s body flew high and then fell heavily into the distant grass.

The whole field can be heard, except for the gently swinging Liu Ye and the incomprehensible insects in the distance.

Did Li Muyang actually punch Zhang Chen out?

(PS: I rushed to the study in the study room last night, and Liu came to play and was kicked out by me. After a while, she picked up her toes and opened the door, standing at the door and saying sorry to me. She said Dad, you are alone in the study. Isn't work boring? I want to come in with you. When I die, I burst into tears.

Writing is a lonely thing. It requires you to close yourself in an independent space and then enter another world to feel the joy and sadness of every character in the world. You feel it, you can show it perfectly.

Fortunately, I like her and like me to tell every story!

Also carefully look forward to seeing you like it! )