The Sea King Sends the Scumbags to the Crematorium | BL, MTL

Chapter 15: Did it hurt you?

Chapter 15 "Did it hurt you?"

Lin Jianxi's thin, white and slender fingers moved flexibly, and the heavy iron rod fell into his palm, just like a light foam tube, and he fiddled with it obediently. The

brown curly hair on his forehead rose and fell gently with the night wind, revealing delicate eyebrows and eyes. The fair face looked beautiful and harmless, but no one dared to underestimate it. Because in the moment of raising his eyes, the clear eyes seemed to be quenched with a blade, and the sharp edge fiercely scraped at everyone present!

The man in the lead was immediately numbed by the sight, and he shrank unconsciously and swallowed hard.

The bodyguards around him looked calm, but in fact they had already complained in their hearts.

Mr. Qiao, when you told us to do this job, you didn't say that this man was so good at fighting!

Under the confrontation between the two sides, the atmosphere became more and more weird, and at this moment, one of the bodyguards in black seemed to have received some instructions, and suddenly attacked, holding the iron rod and swung it towards Lin Jianxi!

Lin Jianxi immediately felt a strong wind coming through the air, and he was about to avoid it, but Qiao Mochuan squeezed in between the two of them and blocked the blow.

During the fight, Qiao Mochuan's powerful right hand firmly grasped the opponent's fist, but his left arm was also hit by a stick that he was caught off guard. When the flesh and skin came into contact, his face suddenly changed and he groaned!

Oh, this is not a hero saving a beauty, but a self-torture trick?

As expected of Qiao Da Shao, who has been lingering in the flower garden for many years, he can bend and stretch, and his reaction is really fast, and he is really willing to go all out.

Lin Jianxi secretly gave him a thumbs up in his heart, but his face showed a trace of anxiety just right. He immediately stepped forward to rescue him, and with a wave of the long stick, he forced back the fierce-looking man in black.

Seeing this, the man who first provoked exchanged a tacit look with the people around him.

"You're lucky this time, we'll see what happens next!"

He dutifully said a harsh word, then turned around and left with his men, soon disappearing into the darkness.

So on the quiet path, one could only hear the breathing of two people, one heavy and one light, overlapping each other, and then hidden together in the wind.

After a long while, Lin Jianxi seemed to have just reacted to the inexplicable change, and immediately turned his head to look at the man next to him, with obvious concern in his eyes.

"Mr. Qiao, how is your hand?"

Qiao Mochuan glanced at him, "What do you think?"

He raised his left hand and shook it weakly, his face looked a little pale under the light, and it looked really serious.

Lin Jianxi pursed his lips and suggested seriously: "Then let's go to the hospital quickly."

"No!" Qiao Mochuan snorted and refused verbally, "A grown man who gets such a minor injury goes to the hospital. I can't afford to lose face."

"Then I'll drive you home to rest."

"Take me home?" He was unhappy when he heard it. He pulled the corner of his mouth with a fake smile and sneered: "Lin Jianxi, after all, I was injured to save you. Don't you have to take responsibility?"