The ruffian Huang Mao didn't quite understand: "What do you mean?"

Qiu Die didn't understand when she saw him, so she finally expressed her thoughts: "Let him do it first. After he's done, you can come on."

The ruffian Huang Mao was surprised: "Can it still be like this?"

"He did it first, and then we... it should be fine..." As he said this, Huang Mao's expression became increasingly greedy, and he was eager to try.

"Look at me." Qiu Die smiled arrogantly. She slapped the short man on the forehead and ordered: "You, go slap her, now!"

The short man did not move, and was immediately greeted by Qiu Die even more viciously: "Zinima, are you going, are you going?"

The atmosphere became darker and darker, and footsteps suddenly came from outside the cement house, and several people quickly looked outside.

I saw a man in a trench coat walking out slowly. His expression was calm and his eyes were as cold as a cold pool.

The woman in a cotton-padded jacket kneeling on the ground saw Jiang Ning's unfamiliar figure. Her desperate heart seemed to open a gap, and she saw the existence of light. Immediately, Qiu Die's familiar voice came: "You are Jiang Ning!"

The world of the cotton-padded jacket girl once again fell into deeper darkness, like freezing rain falling into snowdrifts, silent and silent.

The ruffian yellow-haired man's interest was disturbed. He stared at Jiang Ning's handsome face and wanted to crush it under his feet.

"This man knows Qiu Die..." His jealousy was almost materialized, like a full balloon about to explode!

The ruffian yellow-haired man asked: "Who is he? Diezi, where did you get around?"

Jiang Ning swept away the miserable state of the cement house and said, "You guys are quite interesting. What do you want to do?"

Qiu Die chuckled and said, "They offended me, so I called them to teach them a lesson."

She thought of something, pointed to the cotton-padded jacket girl in the corner, and said excitedly: "Did you see it? You know Xue Yuantong, right? If she hadn't been so smart and obedient back then, tsk tsk... I guarantee she would be the same!"

Saying this, her tone was full of regret.

Jiang Ning said abruptly: "Are you quite skilled?"

Qiu Die: "What do you mean?"

After a brief shock, I was still a little confused: "How did you find this place?"

Jiang Ning: "Isn't this easy? Garbage has a smell. It comes when you smell it."

Qiu Die's expression darkened.

The red-haired woman laughed out loud: "Haha, are you a dog?"

The next second, several people in the cement room saw a silvery light.

Accompanied by the furious sound of the wind, "Hula" passed by, cutting the red-haired woman into two pieces. A pile of colorful and stinky things fell onto the gray concrete floor, as if it was wearing new clothes.

Jiang Ning tilted her neck: "I really can't take a joke."

At the same time, the cotton-padded woman and the short man were stunned by spiritual power.

Witnessing the tragic situation of his companions, the sharp "Ah!" echoed through the church's cement house, and fear almost pierced the roof.

The ruffian yellow-haired man's eyes bulged out of fear, and Qiu Die's legs trembled, and her body trembled like a wheat dustpan.

Jiang Ning was helpless: "I originally wanted to play with you, but this is it?"

He waved his right hand and revealed an iron rod over one meter long and as thick as the mouth of a bowl.

In his left hand, he was carrying a glass bucket the size of a household bucket, which was filled with an oily, viscous liquid that was colorless and odorless.

Jiang Ning glanced at a few people and said to herself: "Let's play a game. Choose one of three: whack-a-mole, immersive hair washing, and skewers? Well, the last game is just for girls."

Since Jiang Ning appeared, the silver blade cut people in half, and objects appeared out of thin air, making several people present feel shuddering.

A tattooed man who participated in the "playing" with a girl in a cotton-padded jacket finally couldn't bear it anymore. He yelled and ran out crazily, only hating his parents for having two legs.

Jiang Ning moved, and Qiu Die's vision blurred.

The tattooed man who was running suddenly collapsed, like a piece of tofu, turning from a bulge to a flat surface, and was flattened into pieces of flesh.

At this time, a muffled "bang" sound reached my ears.

When the slow dynamic vision captured Jiang Ning again, Qiu Die saw that the iron rod in his hand had some wet marks on it.

Qiu Die was going crazy: "Who are you, who are you?"

Jiang Ning didn't answer, he said to himself: "You don't have to choose, right?"

With that said, Jiang Ning picked up the iron rod again.

The arrogant man with yellow hair knelt on the ground: "I choose to wash my hair, I wash my hair!"

The scene of beating people with iron rods was too terrifying. In comparison, just washing their hair with a glass bucket was too forgiving.

Jiang Ning grinned: "Okay!"

He grabbed the ruffian Huang Mao and dragged him to the glass bucket.

The ruffian Huang Mao didn't dare to struggle. He just wanted to wash his hair quickly and escape from the devil's cave!

‘You will definitely be punished!’ The yellow-haired man shouted in his heart.

But he has never thought about why he has not been punished for the evil he has done and the harm he has caused to others.

Washing your hair was the only way out. Qiu Die and Yanli, as well as everyone present, looked at each other.

However, when Jiang Ning pressed Huang Mao's head alive into the colorless oily liquid in the glass bucket, everyone saw the most terrifying scene in their lives through the glass. The strong corrosiveness made people's faces turn from yellow to yellow.

It turned black, and then came an even more horrifying picture!

"Holy shit! Ah!!" Extreme shock came from the depths of Qiu Die's throat, and her heart trembled as if it was about to burst.

Jiang Ning straightened up and asked the yellow-haired man: "Are you feeling good?"

There has been no reply.

Jiang Ning said boredly: "Oh, it's time to try Chuan Chuan Tiao."

He carried the iron rod and struck it on the cement floor, causing the floor to shake.

Jiang Ning slapped him again, hitting one end of the iron rod. Due to the huge force, the iron rod was embedded in the floor. Due to the tremor, the soles of Qiu Die's feet trembled and his body swayed from side to side.

Jiang Ning waved her hand, and a pair of big red hands in the air grabbed her above the iron rod, and then tore her limbs apart.

Jiang Ning asked her: "Are you looking forward to it?"

Qiu Die twisted, fought, and resisted desperately. Her face was distorted to the extreme. It was the desire for life. She squeezed out the begging from her throat: "Please, let me go, let me go!"

His big red hands slowly put her down and squeezed her away bit by bit~

Finally, Jiang Ning asked her again: "Do you ever remember how others prayed to you?"

…

Winter nights always come very early.

The long street was covered with ice formed by freezing rain. Sanitation workers were cleaning the ice. However, not long after the cleaning was completed, the freezing rain started pouring down again.

Jiang Ning drove a titanium gray battery car through the long street.

The only thing left was the surprise of others: "I'm not afraid of death, riding so fast!"

Jiang Ning passed by the school gate and took out the 233 yuan in change he dug out from the abandoned building.

He ordered a few cups of milk tea. The milk tea girl looked at his clear and handsome appearance across the counter. Her heart beat faster and her speech was not as sharp as before:

"This is a milk tea called [Ye Hui Hong Yan]. It uses the tea base of mountain black tea, with a light coconut top, and crispy coconut flakes on top. The taste is very mellow and delicious."

Jiang Ning: "Very good."

The milk tea girl mustered up her courage: "Sir, you bought several cups, let me give you some cream!"

As she said this, she poured a few small caps of cream.

"Thank you." After the milk tea was finished, Jiang Ning carried the paper bag and went out.

The milk tea girl kept looking at his back until Jiang Ning disappeared from the corner of her sight.

The slightly older female clerk in the store joked: "Handsome, isn't he?"

The milk tea girl immediately said: "He is handsome, and he is not as elegant as a student. I can't describe him well!"

"Like it?"

"like!"

The female clerk laughed: "You are new here and don't understand. I'll wait until you see him a few more times..."

Is the milk tea girl confused?

The clerk secretly thought: 'Because this guy comes here often to buy milk tea, and he often brings different girls, and they are all very pretty.

…

Jiang Ning carried the paper bag and walked into the classroom. It was a self-study class and the class was very quiet.

Xue Yuantong, who was playing games, heard the movement and looked subconsciously, and saw Jiang Ning's figure.

She complained: "Where have you been?"

Jiang Ning: "I just finished my work."
To be continued...