Wealthy and hot wife: stunning husband does not love enough

Chapter 879 What kind of magic

Song Siqiao continued walking unhurriedly while thinking.

On the contrary, the group of people were stunned for a moment, and each looked at each other.

Under normal circumstances, facing this kind of scene, even if a frail teenager doesn't cry like a woman, he will turn around and run away in fear, right?
Why is this kid so calm?
Could it be that their formation is not big enough?
Realizing this, the man walking in the front with a large tattoo on his arm yelled viciously: "Stop!"

Song Siqiao put her hands in her trouser pockets, walked leisurely in front of them and stopped: "What do you want me to do?"

The tattooed man choked again, they all had weapons in their hands, why do you need to say it?

Before they could speak, Song Siqiao laughed first: "I see, you opened this mountain, and you planted this tree. If you want to cross this road, you should stay to buy road money, right?"

The tattooed man snorted triumphantly: "Just know!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a flat-haired boy behind him pulled his clothes and reminded him in a low voice: "Boss, we are not here to rob money, are we?"

The tattooed man suddenly remembered: "That's right! We're not here to rob money!"

Song Siqiao couldn't help snorting: "Then you are planning to rob sex?"

"You...we don't have this hobby!" The tattooed man's face turned red, and he somehow felt that their positions seemed to be switched with this kid.

"It's a big night, neither robbing money nor sex, could it be that you are idle?" Song Siqiao rolled her eyes while talking, "Give you a chance to leave quickly, or I will rob you later."

"Stinky boy, you dare to talk to me like that, brothers, come on!" The tattooed man shouted, and the rest of them immediately rushed up with sticks.

Song Siqiao said calmly, "Wait a minute, let me do the math first."

The tattooed man was startled: "What is it?"

"Calculate how long it's been since I hit anyone. It's been a month? Or half a month? I don't remember exactly, but it's true that my hands are itchy. Since you've taken the initiative to send them to your door, then I won't be polite!" After Song Siqiao finished speaking, she put on a posture, "To save time, let's go together!"

The man with the tattoo almost vomited blood: "I have been in Taoism for so many years, and I have never been underestimated so much. If I don't beat you all over the place today, I will take your surname!"

After speaking, he took the lead in throwing a punch.

Song Siqiao didn't dodge, and when the wind of the fist swept in front of her eyes, she quickly stretched out two fingers and pinched his wrist.

She moved so fast that the tattooed man didn't even see how she made the move, and felt that his actions were being resisted.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that she had clamped her wrist with two fingers, and pulled it back in a rage, but strangely, she didn't move at all.

Those two fingers seemed slender, but they seemed to contain endless power, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

Only then did the tattooed man feel panic, and he stared at her: "What sorcery did you use!"

Song Siqiao pretended to be innocent: "How can she have any sorcery? It's just that she is born with great strength. Believe it or not, if I squeeze it lightly, this arm of yours will be scrapped."

After she finished speaking, she exerted a little force, and the tattooed man immediately yelled in pain: "I believe, I believe! Let go!"

Song Siqiao saw that there were even big beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, so she let go of her hand with a sneer.

Seeing that the situation was unclear, other people didn't dare to act hastily, but now they rushed over one after another.

A cold light flashed in Song Siqiao's eyes: "You can't overestimate yourself, today I will let you have a long memory!"

(End of this chapter)