After leaving Medicine Master's residence, five minutes later, Song Shuhang arrived at the crisscrossing alleys of Daji street.
Then, he blinked his eyes, looking at the familiar yet strange scene in front of him.
Ten meters in front of him, there were eleven hoodlums gathered together. They had colorful dyed hair, rows of earrings, nose rings, lip rings, and all kinds of strange tattoos on their arms.
For example, the tall hoodlum who was leaning against the wall with a smirk on his face had a cute little yellow duck tattooed on the wall of his hand.
And the one who was leaning against the wall by the little yellow duck was a beautiful short-haired girl.
She was about 1.5 meters tall and had short hair. She didn't have makeup on, but she still had a pretty face.
Because of her petite stature, she looked like a high school student.
Cute and pretty.
At this time, the short-haired girl was leaning against the wall, expressionless, her eyes filled with indifference.
"Beauty, are you lonely here alone?"
"Do you want to play with us brothers?"
"Free to play, all kinds of fun."
"It'll be very comfortable."
"Us brothers will play with you."
"There's a pretty good shop next door, not far, I guarantee you'll want to play again."
All kinds of teasing, all kinds of teasing.
Not only was the scene familiar, even the lines were very familiar! These days, before the hoodlums teased a good girl, did they all know their lines? Just like in the legends, when robbing people in ancient times, they must shout: 'This mountain is mine, this tree is planted by me. If you want to pass, it's the same as paying for the road '.
Song Shuhang sighed, rubbing his temples.
As a good young man, seeing such a scene, he couldn't just ignore it. Although … … the cute short-haired girl would not be grateful to him, and might even scold him for being a busybody again.
But he still decided to save this girl — — because it was just a small effort.
That's why, Song Shuhang should have been drowned in the good guy card long ago.
Shuhang clenched his fist, and walked forward in big strides.
At this time, the short-haired girl also saw him.
When the girl saw Shuhang, she could no longer maintain her cold expression. The corner of her mouth twitched. There were really people who liked to meddle in other people's business.
"Annoying," the short-haired girl said softly.
"Oh? What did the beauty just say? Do you want to promise your brothers? " The little yellow duckling hoodlum smirked, one hand maintaining the posture of leaning against the wall, the other reaching out to touch the short-haired girl's face.
The short-haired girl snorted coldly. Then, she stretched out her folded arms and grabbed the little yellow duck's head at lightning speed. She pulled his head closer to her.
This action? Was he going to kiss her? What a fiery hot chick! The little yellow duck hoodlum was overjoyed. His thick lips pouted, and his mouth was full of saliva. He was ready to taste the little beauty's cold lips.
And then … there was no then.
There was a dull thud.
Little Yellow Duck felt a sharp pain in his forehead as if he had been hit by a hammer. Then, his vision went black and he lost consciousness. He could still vaguely feel liquid flowing out of his nose. Was it caused by the heavy blow to his head?
The short-haired girl was as cold as ever. After knocking down the little yellow duck hoodlum with a headbutt, she threw the unconscious hoodlum to the side like trash.
When not moving, she was like an iceberg, but when she moved, she was incomparably fiery. Headbutting was rarely used even by men in fights, unless they were really confident in the hardness of their heads. Otherwise, headbutting would usually result in both sides suffering.
The girl looked provocatively at Song Shuhang, and the corner of her mouth rose.
"Ah Huang, f * ck, Ah Huang is dead! Don't die, Ah Huang! "
"Stinking bitch! You will pay the price! "
"Your brothers will let you know what it means to be as happy as an immortal!" The ten hoodlums behind her roared, and surrounded the short-haired girl with ferocious expressions.
The short-haired girl snorted coldly. She clenched her fists in front of her eyes, and her slender legs took a step forward into a horse stance.
Her movements were as smooth as flowing water, graceful and handsome.
Cool!
Amateurs watch the show, while experts see the artistry. Just from this small horse stance, it could be seen that the short-haired girl had a solid foundation and was a martial artist.
Unfortunately, Song Shuhang and the other hoodlums were genuine amateurs. They only felt that the girl's movements were really cool.
"Ha!" The short-haired girl's fist was as fast as lightning. Her body leaned forward, and her tender fist was like a cannon that shot into the sky, hitting the hoodlum's chin.
Normally, even if this cute little fist hit a person's chin with all her strength, it would only hurt for a while. However, the hoodlum that was hit was sent flying, drawing a beautiful parabola in the air, and fell heavily to the ground.
The hoodlums' pupils shrank, and they all froze. Their mouths were wide open. Impossible, how could such a cute girl throw such a scary punch?
They froze, but the short-haired girl did not stop. She turned her left leg, and lifted her right leg with a powerful whip kick. She kicked the hoodlum on her right to the ground, and took the opportunity to step on his body with her other leg.
Using the force of this step, she twisted her waist, and her legs clamped onto the neck of the other hoodlum like a pair of pincers. Her body was as flexible as a snake, and she flung the hoodlum away …
How was this a pitiful girl who was being pinned against a wall? This was simply a weapon of mass destruction. Every part of her body was a weapon, and she could unleash an explosive attack!
What was even more inhumane was that this human weapon of mass destruction had activated Unparalleled Mode!
…
…
Ten seconds later. Eleven hoodlums collectively fell to the ground, lying like corpses in pain.
The short-haired girl patted the non-existent dust off her tights, and then she looked at Song Shuhang, raised her head at a 45 degree angle, and coldly snorted.
Then the short-haired girl turned around, and like a proud rooster, she left with her head held high.
Song Shuhang pinched his chin, and seriously nodded: "So I was really nosy? No wonder she was angry. "
Then he whispered: "But then again, I've seen her being pinned against a wall for two days in a row. Could it be that she has a special talent or constitution that allows her to be pinned against a wall by a hoodlum?"
In the distance, the proud short-haired girl suddenly froze. The corner of her mouth twitched, and then she quickly left.
After the girl left, Song Shuhang squatted beside the hoodlums, and stretched out his finger to poke the little yellow duck hoodlum.
The little yellow duck hoodlum let out a painful groan. Very good, he was still alive.
"It's good that he didn't die." Song Shuhang nodded his head in relief, and then left …
In the end, he wasn't a good person that was rotten to the bone. Since the hoodlums wouldn't die, of course he was too lazy to call for help.
Let them obediently lie on the ground, and gain some experience. Use your body to remember: In the future, don't go up and tease every pretty girl you see!
Who knows, maybe the girl could use Unparalleled Mode in a minute?
Moreover, Song Shuhang didn't have time to waste with these hoodlums — — he still had to hurry back to the dormitory, and wait for Great Master Tong Xuan's' flying sword book delivery 'to arrive.
Flying sword book delivery, this was a godly skill that only appeared in his dreams. Now, it was about to appear in front of him. What would it look like?
Also, what would the < Vajra Foundation Building Fist Technique > and < True Self Meditation Scripture > look like? What about the plain thread-bound books? Even older bamboo slips? Or even silk canvases or animal skin scrolls?
Just thinking about it felt wonderful.
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