Siheyuan: a hundred-year-old Chinese medicine doctor, Jiehu Qinhuairu

Song Qingshan got out of the car in a calm manner, and took a glance at the burly man headed by him.

The meaning of being obedient is not like a simple way of robbery.

"If I give you the car and tickets, can you tell me who sent you here?" Song Qingshan asked calmly.

"Yo, the old man is quite good."

"I'm afraid we can't abide by the rules of the rivers and lakes, but if you take this little girl, we can discuss it."

The third master looked at Qin Huairu wretchedly.

Really watery!

"Hehe, then there's no need to discuss it." Song Qingshan chuckled, "It's time for my old man to stretch too."

immediately.

Under the shocked eyes of seven or eight hooligans.

Slowly straighten your waist.

There was a crackling sound from all the bones in his body.

Like a thunderbolt.

102 Leave Qin Jingru behind and become a little maid! ! !

The black light is blind.

An old man over a hundred years old, who was originally hunched over, suddenly straightened up.

Also made a weird sound.

In this dark and silent night, it is very scary.

The seven or eight hooligans were almost scared to pee.

Looking at Song Qingshan's creeps.

The hairs stand on his head.

Not only them, but even Qin Huairu opened his mouth wide in fright.

A look of astonishment on his face.

What is this old man going to do?

The answer is very revealing.

In the darkness, Song Qingshan's eyes were sharp and he made a bold move.

The action is as fast as a dragon.

Taking a step forward, wrapping one hand around the neck of the third master, and pushing the other palm upwards.

Gossip back to Tianzhang.

"Crack-"

There was only the sound of a broken bone, and the old man dislocated his jaw directly.

"Ahhh-"

The third man's jaw drooped, and he couldn't close his mouth anymore.

But the cry from his throat was extremely miserable.

The remaining six or seven hooligans were so frightened that their faces were pale, and they couldn't tell whether the old man was a man or a ghost.

Say it and start it.

How dare you strike so fast and so ruthlessly.

It's so fucking fierce!

"Brothers, this old man is really evil, let's go together."

But soon someone calmed down.

shout out.

Then he rushed up, raised his foot and kicked Song Qingshan's back.

　"Three five seven" "Be careful, old man."

Qin Huairu was shocked and quickly reminded.

"Ah."

Song Qingshan sneered coldly, without any panic, he twisted his hands and threw the third master aside.

Then stomp the ground.

He charged his shoulders and slammed directly upwards.

"Oh shit!!!"

The little gangster who rushed over was directly knocked out, and how many bones in his body were broken.

Passed out on the spot.

This scene.

Completely deter other local hooligans.

They all stared at Song Qingshan dumbfounded, one and two were trembling with fright.

A hundred-year-old man.

In just ten seconds, the two were severely injured.

Is that human being?

Song Qingshan's expression remained the same, and he glanced at the rest of the people sharply.

"Now can you tell me who sent you here?"

Song Qingshan's tone was flat.

"Old, old, old man, yes, it is a man surnamed Xu. He said that you beat his son and let us brothers take revenge on you."

A little gangster stammered and said.

He was almost scared out of his wits.

"Xu Damao's father?" Song Qingshan's eyes revealed a fierce look when he heard the words.

It seems that he really didn't take himself as an old man seriously.

"What about others?"

Song Qingshan squinted his eyes and asked.

"Yes, it's hiding over there." A gangster pointed to the weed pile not far from the road.

"The one lying on the ground is your head, right? If you don't want him to die, bring him here."

Song Qingshan looked down at the bum lying on the ground screaming.

"What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and catch it."

The third uncle endured the sharp pain in his jaw.

roared.

Today is a kick to the steel plate.

Blame his mother's bastard surnamed Xu, even if Song Qingshan doesn't arrest him.

The third master will never let Xu Damao's father go.

The two punks hurried over.

Xu Damao's father has been hiding in a bush, listening to the movement here.

A burst of screams was heard.

Xu Damao's father is still having fun here, it seems that the old man won't survive the night.

These people really have no humanity at all.

Such a cruel attack on an old man.

"Xu, where are you?"

in the dark.

The two gangsters searched for Xu Damao's father in the haystack for a long time, but they couldn't find him.

This bastard is really well hidden.

I hid here to watch the excitement, and let the old men go and beat him.

"Here it is, two little brothers."

Xu Damao's father thought it was over.

Quickly walked out and responded.

"Fuck, your ancestors are 18 generations!!!"

Seeing Xu Damao's father's happy expression, a little gangster went up and kicked him.

"Ouch!!!"

"What's the situation, my own brother."

Xu Damao's father was kicked to the ground with a dazed look on his face.

"My own?"

"Let me go."

The two gangsters each held an arm, and quickly escorted Xu Damao's father to the main road.

When seeing Song Qingshan intact.

Standing there and strolling in the courtyard, leisurely and contented.

But the third uncle lay on the ground and howled.

Xu Damao's father and his parents were almost stupid, and they were so scared that they peed on the spot.

"Your son doesn't have long eyes. I'll give him a meatball, old man, as a small punishment."

"It's all over now, old man, I don't plan to worry about it anymore. Is your family still alive?"

Song Qingshan looked at Xu Damao's father.

The tone is flat.

hiss…….

But these words fell into the ears of the other punks, and they all gasped.

This old man is indeed a demon.

No wonder Xu hated him so much and asked his son for a meatball.

Or is it just a little punishment?

These hooligans feel like a good boy in front of this old man.

This is the ruthless character.

"Master Song, please let me go regardless of the fault of the villain. You won't dare to do it again next time."

Xu Damao's father repeatedly begged for mercy.

"Let you go?"

"Scared my daughter-in-law enough to let you go?"

Song Qingshan had a smile on his face.