An Qiu

4

An Qiu would go home after singing every night, and rarely stayed. Every time he had to go through the back door of the bar, Xia Dong stayed for a month to find out the time and route of his return home.

When I told it to us, it made my hair stand on end. I even knew exactly how many steps An Qiu took and how many times he rested. He was a real stalker.

He hurriedly chased him out, how could a Hollywood action movie be staged without the main character making his debut.

Just when I ran to the door, I happened to see someone who was punched and flew out.

Hey, my ancestors, please don't kill anyone.

Take a closer look, it's not right, An Qiu is standing upright, and his fists haven't been retracted yet.Feelings, he punched a big man just now, he did it!

Damn it, how can this hero save the beauty continue to act!

Luo Wenming was also obviously taken aback by this sudden change, and sneaked a glance at me, I understood, let me always be prepared, he is going to come to hate.

Luo Wenming began to mix in society at the age of 16. He practiced 1.9 kinds of martial arts in the days of licking blood. He was also a figure on the list of masters in ancient times, let alone modern times.Unless you use knives and guns, it is quite difficult to defeat this burly man who is close to [-] meters with bare hands.

I glanced at the man who looked young but was actually running fast, and secretly sweated.Looking at it, it is only 175, a little thin, and it is estimated that it will be knocked off with one punch.

An Qiu also noticed the danger, her mouth was tightly pressed, she took two steps back and leaned against the wall, the veins on the back of her hand holding the cane were exposed, and a slight trembling could be found upon careful inspection.

Luo Wenming rushed over, his fists piercing the wind, and the sound of the wind could be heard exaggeratedly.

I grinned and tilted my head, I couldn't bear to look at it, thinking that this guy surnamed An probably wouldn't be able to figure out the purpose of today's beating until he died.

The shrill scream pierced the night sky, and I opened my eyes quickly when I heard it, almost not laughing.

Luo Wenming held his crotch and bent over to breathe in and out. He was hit by the cane of the cripple An.

Luo Ge, who was struggling in the wind and waves, was planted in a small ditch called An Qiu tonight.

Brother Luo's people saw it and rushed over together.

I found that An Qiu has two brushes, and his cane dances like a sword, so people can't get close.It's a pity that he was outnumbered, he was tripped by a sweep of his legs, and then he didn't get up.

I saw that Luo Wenming had already got up, thinking that it was almost done, and hurried out from behind the door to deliver justice.

"What are you doing? I have already called the police, don't mess around!"

Luo Wenming clutched his baby bump, gritted his teeth viciously, walked over and kicked An Qiu's right crotch, I heard An Qiu's suppressed cry of pain.

"Spit..." Luo Wenming spat on An Qiu's body, and kicked An Qiu again before leaving to relieve his hatred.

After the extras left, I entered the show and started to perform the next plot.

"How are you? Who are those people? So ruthless?"

An Qiu sat leaning against the wall with my arm, her right hand covering her right crotch, panting heavily, her face was as white as paper from the pain under the dim light.

"Can you stand up?" I asked.