College Storm: Beautiful men are not easy to mess with

Chapter 137 Ji Qianya's Rare Side

At the stairway of the bar, a group of teenagers walked in.

Hearing the voice of the exchanging Ji Siyue, her footsteps paused almost at the same time, and she still stood on the stairs and looked towards the fighting side.

"You guys, give it to me, don't let any one go." Regardless of whether someone was killed, the woman still ordered, clutching her cheek, and looked at the few girls who were all surrounded together with hatred.

"If anything happens in April, I won't let any of you go."

Zhong Shuishui's voice was not low, but it was still covered by the man's shouts.

The man attacked without the slightest sympathy. Except for Song Jiao, no one else had any fighting power.And Song Jiao, who seldom did anything, was already exhausted.

Zhong Shuishui had tears on his face, but he didn't cry any more. He put Ji Siyue on the ground, holding the wine bottle, as if desperately.

Nalan Zhiwan stood aside, holding the only weapon, the wine bottle, in one hand, and the other hand was hanging limply, his small face wrinkled into a ball.

When he was about to be injured again, the situation suddenly turned around.

Looking at the young man who blocked the punch for him, Song Jiao was stunned.

Ji Qianya's always gentle and handsome face turned to ice at this moment, looking at those who hurt Siyue with her long and narrow eyes, her voice was as cold as if it came from a distance: "Don't you let anyone go?"

Seeing Chia Ya's expression, the woman who said this took two steps back in horror.

Song Jiao saw Ji Qianya like this for the first time, so cold, so domineering.

With a helper, her feet were weak and she lost the strength to support her.

Ji Qianya stretched out her hand to embrace Song Jiao and leaned against her, but she was still unaffected by the strike. Song Jiao suspected that he really didn't want to leave a way for others to survive with that ruthlessness.

"April." Song Jiao's voice was muffled, like crying.

Zhong Shuishui rushed forward regardless, thinking about revenge for April, Nalan Fengzhen almost immediately protected Zhong Shuishui.

"Be careful." He took her hand and frowned at her behavior.

"Si Yue was injured, what should I do?" Zhong Shuishui saw that it was Nalan Fengzhuo, his eyes turned red again.

"Don't worry, she'll be fine." He reassured her.

"They hurt April, don't show mercy."

"Is your hand injured?" A boy with brown hair and blue eyes appeared in front of Nalan Zhiguan, carefully protecting her from touching her right hand.

She shook her head, then nodded again, her mind a little confused.

"Don't be afraid." Bo Xixuan lowered his head, gave her a comforting smile, and began to deal with the group of eyesless things in front of him.

Apart from Ji Qianya, another thing that makes people feel timid is long-cherished wish.

Silver hair fluttered along with his movements, his face was icy cold, his brown eyes were full of murderous intent, he looked like an emissary from hell, following his movements, he wailed all over the place, almost just watching, he couldn't stop It's hard to see the weight of his shot.

Lu Yiwei didn't know how to fight, so he stood aside, frowning.

Yan Qingge, who always hated sweating, didn't want to participate in this kind of thing at first, but Ji Siyue, who was lying on the ground, had the back of his head stained red with blood. Although Yan Qingge hated approaching women, he had never been People who can't save themselves.Seeing that the fight was fierce, and the only long-cherished wish that didn't protect anyone was like being protected by a killing god, Yan Qingge had no choice but to get involved.

Getting close to the long-cherished wish, he stopped his movement, and by the way gave a kick to the rushing man: "If she lies on the ground again, she will be very hopeless later."

(End of this chapter)