Shi Ye's Xiao Tianjiao shocked the entertainment circle again

Chapter 11 Who is Robbing Who?
Meng Sang's eyes were slightly condensed, and she looked to the right in a blink of an eye. A few stones lying on the side of the road seemed to be beckoning to her, and her heart began to stir.

"Shut your mouth." Meng Zhou wanted to use an embroidery needle to sew the mouth of this man who had no desire to survive, without any vision.

"What did you say? It seems that you haven't figured out the situation yet. I'll let you know how powerful it is now." The vulgar man No. [-] roared and took out a pocket knife from his pants pocket behind his buttocks.

"You really have a knife, Mu Sen, be careful." Meng Fan gritted his teeth.

"Third Uncle, don't worry, Brother Sen has practiced martial arts since he was a child, so it's no problem to deal with these two chicks with bare hands." Meng Zhou's firm tone seemed to have confidence in him.

"I don't know if he can fight. Since you have so much confidence in him, can you let go first, my arm is almost swollen from your pinch." Meng Fan's tone was faint, and he rolled his eyes angrily.

Meng Zhou laughed, and then focused on the battle situation.

"Sangsang, go back to the car." Meng Fan saw that Mengsang was still there in a daze, and suddenly became anxious, waving his hand and shouting.

The vulgar man No. [-] seemed to be in a hurry, and rushed up with a knife, "Don't even think about running away today."

Shi Musen's cold eyes locked on him, exuding an unfriendly aura all over his body, he took a step back with his right leg, slowly accumulating strength, and kicked him directly on the wrist with a backspin the moment he rushed up, the man Feeling the pain, he let go of his hand, and the sharp knife fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the man's hand was firmly pressed against his back, unable to move, the whole person was controlled to have an intimate contact with the hood of the car, and Mu Sen did not take a breath during the whole process.

At this time, No. [-], who was rolling on the ground, had already stood up, and saw a pocket knife appearing in his hand at some point, he raised the knife and rushed towards Shi Musen with a ferocious face, and killed him.

"Hey, I'm going to do a sneak attack. Brother Sen, be careful behind your back." Meng Zhou's heart skipped a beat, and he threw off his third uncle's hand and was about to jump up to rescue him. Who knew that someone was faster than him.

With a whoosh, a red shadow flashed in front of the eyes of the two of them, and in the blink of an eye, the vulgar No. [-], who didn't talk about martial arts, was already lying on the ground crying again.

Mengsang stepped on the man's face, and she was playing with the jackknife in her hand. There was no wave in her eyes, and the rest was full of impatience. She secretly pressed her feet hard, and her red lips pursed lightly, revealing the two spots on her lips. pear vortex.

Then, she moved her feet and squatted beside the man who was clutching his stomach and howling. The blade was pressed against the man's face. He blinked and said seriously, "Sorry, I'm sleepy and I don't want to play with you."

The feeling of the cold blade sticking to his face and slowly moving slowly resembled that cold and gliding snake. The man closed his eyes and began to tremble.

Shi Musen's pupils trembled the moment she rushed over, and his men held the man's head firmly, while he turned sideways and saw clearly the whole process of the little girl's attack.

At this moment, the tense nerves finally relaxed, but his heart was still beating wildly. An unknown emotion surged up, and the numbness spread to his limbs, making him tremble.

Meng Zhou froze in place, staring at Meng Sang without blinking, hugged Meng Fan tightly, and asked uncertainly, "Third Uncle, is this Sister Sang?" That Sister Sang who looked soft and sweet?

Meng Fan swallowed his saliva, then reached out and pinched him.

"Hiss!" Meng Zhou gasped in pain, his face contorted.

His reaction made Meng Fan confirm one thing, "This is indeed my cub, you are not dreaming." I am not dreaming either.

After a while, the four of them formed a small circle, surrounded by two shivering men squatting on the ground with their heads in their arms. Their faces were more or less painted, especially the vulgar man number one. I can't feel the existence of my butt anymore, I want to reach out to touch it, but I dare not move it.

Meng Zhou raised his hand and patted his head, and said viciously, "Say, who asked you to come, and how much did you charge? You don't want to live anymore, do you?"

The more you think about it, the more something is wrong. How could they happen to be robbed by such a coincidence, and the other party also parked the car on the side of the road by such a coincidence, as if they knew someone would definitely pass by at that time. Don't even believe it.

The two looked up at them. Although their bodies were trembling honestly, their eyes were very fierce, their mouths were tightly closed, and they obviously didn't want to say more.

"Hey, dead ducks are stubborn, okay, wait until the game and see how stubborn you are." Meng Zhou was impatient, and raised his hand to reward No. [-] with a blasting hammer.

This is what they saw when the police arrived.

Immediately looked at each other, "What's going on? Didn't you say you were robbed?"

Who is robbing whom?

The two squatting on the ground saw the police coming, as if seeing their relatives, they pushed Meng Zhou away and were about to hug their legs.

In the end, he was severely stopped, "What are you doing, do you want to attack the police?"

The policeman straightened his hat, then tilted his head to look at them carefully, frowned and said, "Why do you look so familiar?"

"It seems that there are still criminal records, comrade police, then you have to interrogate them well." Meng Zhou stepped forward and winked at him.

The policeman looked at him and was startled, "Young Master Meng, why is it you?" Then he subconsciously looked behind him, startled by this look, "Shi... Master Shi, Mr. Meng!"

Shi Musen nodded indifferently, "The people are handed over to you, the knife is on the ground, there is a smashed car over there, robbery and intentional injury, and also, find out who ordered them?"

"Okay, no problem, but someone needs to go back with us to make a record." The policeman wondered.

"I'll go, I'll go." Xiao Liu, who had a very low sense of presence, raised his hand actively at this moment.

"Okay." The policeman nodded, then turned his head and ordered, "Cuff it and take it back."

After the police left, Shi Musen looked at the little girl beside him who had kept her head down and said nothing, her gloomy face finally changed, and she raised her hand to rub her head, "Scared?"

Mengsang was thinking seriously, when she felt something strange coming from her head, she looked up, "No, I'm thinking about something."

Seeing the tired look on her face, Shi Musen didn't ask any more questions, and looked at Meng Fan, "Uncle Meng, get in the car, I'll take you back."

"Row."

The car started, Meng Sang was sitting in the back seat, Shi Musen and Meng Zhou were on the left and right sides, and Meng Fan was sitting in the co-pilot.

After going through so many things in one night, plus participating in shopping mall activities during the day, Mengsang's eyelids are clenched and her head is shaking, but she still wants to force herself to think.

Being hacked for no reason, being robbed halfway, one frame after another flashed in her mind, recalling her memory, she seemed to have returned to the place where it all started, that temple, that tree, that priest...

Meng Zhou glanced at Mengsang from time to time, seeing that she closed her eyes and turned her head towards him, she immediately sat up straight, moved her shoulders to the side, stared straight ahead, and stopped moving.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a hand reaching out, and Meng Zhou was puzzled. In a blink of an eye, Sister Sang was already leaning on Shi Musen's shoulder.

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(End of this chapter)