The male god of fast-wearing god-level female supporting role kneels down

Chapter 511
Sheng Xia frowned, looking at the street in front of him.

Even though it was already ten o'clock in the evening, this place was still in full swing, like a city that never sleeps. To say that it is a city that never sleeps is to think highly of this place.

Most of the food stalls here are just the kind of food stalls, and most of them are selling fruits, which are the kind of fruits that are already ripe and about to rot. After peeling, cut it, cut it, and finally Get a small plastic bowl and sell it for money, five yuan a bowl, and there are quite a lot of people who buy it.

Sheng Xia walked in and stepped on a rotten mango. Because she was wearing sandals, the rotten mango had been squeezed to the toes.

Sheng Xia lowered her head, glanced at her feet, this kind of sticky stuff, she flicked her feet, and continued to walk forward.

Just two steps away, I saw a young man with several tattoos walking in her direction.

It seemed that the visitor was not kind, Sheng Xia stopped, and sure enough, those people came to her, and after standing still, they immediately surrounded her.

"See you, Boss, come with us!"

The leading man, with his bare upper body, was tattooed with a skull rose, and looked strangely beautiful.

Sheng Xia looked at them, and some of them were holding machetes in their hands. They had never practiced before, so it might be okay to beat a man, but! !With so many men standing in front of her now, she definitely couldn't handle it.

Now I'm still following them honestly. Looking at their current appearance, one can guess what kind of people they are.

"Let's go!"

Sheng Xia shrugged and followed them.

Walked to the middle of the street, turned a corner, and saw a villa.

Sheng Xia raised her eyebrows slightly, in the original owner's impression, it seemed that there was no such a house.

It's a bit strange.

Sheng Xia followed these people and went in.

Standing in the hall, first saw a man standing there.

This is a middle-aged man with a thick back and a thick gold chain around his neck. He extinguished the cigar in his hand when he saw the midsummer coming.

"It's you, a little girl, who beat Lan Xiner like that?"

He raised his head, and Sheng Xia saw his eyes, which were as sharp as the eyes of an eagle, and when people looked at him, he felt a burst of panic in his heart.

Just when Sheng Xia thought what he was going to do, he suddenly laughed.

"Girl, well done! Come and sit down."

This sudden change of painting style made Sheng Xia a little bit overwhelmed, what the hell is it!

She took two steps forward and sat down.

"Little girl, you don't seem to be very afraid of me?"

He smoked another cigar, his eyes fixed on Midsummer.

"It's already reached this point, I'm afraid it doesn't seem to be of any use."

Midsummer frowned.

The way she went home was already a relatively remote way, just to go home secretly, to practice faster, so as to improve her ability a bit.

There is no reason to be caught here.

The only reason is that this person must be someone who is very familiar with this street.

"The little girl is indeed very smart, much better than your father, a man who can only lie to women."

(End of this chapter)