Jiang Shiyu tiptoed and jumped twice but still couldn't reach it. Frustrated, she stomped her feet and was about to call a clerk to help her when a fair hand reached out, took the drink, and gently held it in her hand. A pleasant voice sounded above Jiang Shiyu's head:
You want this?
"Ah...yes, thank you."
Jiang Shiyu looked up and was taken aback by the other person's good looks. What came into Jiang Shiyu's eyes was a fair-skinned young man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. Although he was wearing sunglasses, she could not see his full face.
But it struck a chord deep within Jiang Shiyu's heart.
This face... looks like Luo Chen!
"What are you thanking me for?"
The boy frowned slightly, unscrewed the bottle of beverage, tilted his head back and took a sip: "I want to drink it, I'm not giving it to you."
"you!"
Jiang Shiyu's eyebrows twitched with anger.
The boy looked her up and down, his eyes full of incomprehension. He went to the cashier, paid, and then left the convenience store with another man who looked sinister. As he left, he said, "How inexplicable."
"What happened?"
"It's nothing. A girl tried to steal my drink, but she looked kind of familiar. Who was she again?"
"Pfft, who can steal food from your mouth? You think you can let her off the hook?"
"Hey, don't make me sound like a bully."
"You were always like that, weren't you, the bully of Ningcheng?"
"Pooh."
Jiang Shiyu blinked her big eyes, as if she hadn't quite caught on.
This is the first time I've met such an oblivious guy; he definitely isn't Luo Chen.
Jiang Shiyu's mouth twisted in anger. Are there still people this lacking in gentlemanly manners these days?!
Jiang Shiyu thought about it again and again, but she was still furious. She stormed out of the store and shouted, "Hey, come back here! Who stole whose drink?!"
Before Jiang Shiyu could finish speaking, she felt something cold and hard pressing against her neck.
"Miss Jiang, please do not resist."
A smiling middle-aged man said with a smile.
His tone was gentle enough, but the blade in his hand was sharp enough, and he tightened his grip on Jiang Shiyu's neck.
"Gurgle—"
Jiang Shiyu swallowed, her voice becoming slightly hoarse without her realizing it. "Who are you? Which family are you from?"
Jiang Shiyu's feelings were complicated at this moment.
After experiencing the dream world, Jiang Shiyu had already resolved to change her personality.
Jiang Shiyu's strange behavior along the way is the result of her efforts to change herself.
Jiang Shiyu was also very happy.
But to my surprise, even though I have changed, why do these people still refuse to let me go?
"Well, Miss Jiang, please don't speak yet. Let's finish reading first."
The middle-aged man gestured for Jiang Shiyu to look ahead. Jiang Shiyu raised her beautiful eyes, and in an instant, her pupils widened.
In her heart, Uncle Fu, who was invincible, was surrounded by several people and seemed somewhat helpless.
It's been so many years since anyone has managed to push Uncle Fu to this point; so long that even Jiang Shiyu has forgotten.
Who are you?!
Jiang Fu raised his hand to knock one of them away and shouted angrily.
Just as Jiang Shiyu entered the convenience store, Jiang Fu, who was leaning against the car door, felt someone tap him on the shoulder. As soon as he turned around, the other person's fist was aimed straight at his face. The fist was wearing a thick brass knuckles with barbs on it. If it landed, the consequences would be unimaginable.
They came out with a deadly move right from the start!
Jiang Fu, after all, was a seasoned veteran and a master of internal energy on the verge of reaching perfection. After he raised his hand to deflect the attack, four or five people suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Each of them was quite skilled and attacked silently, each move a deadly strike. Thus, Jiang Fu was caught in a fierce battle.
They were all martial artists!
Even the lowest level is a master of Ming Jin (a type of internal strength).
When did so many experts appear in Yan Province?
"Bang--"
A young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses raised his hand and struck Jiang Fu on the back of the head.
"you!"
Jiang Fu swayed, his angry eyes filled with resentment. He was old, so old that even a slight blow to the back of his head had made him somewhat dazed. Jiang Fu slumped to the ground, his cloudy old eyes straining to open, watching the young man slowly walk toward Jiang Shiyu, but Jiang Fu couldn't even lift a finger.
"Miss……"
Jiang Fu closed his eyes weakly and fell into a coma.
"A leaf hanging from the sky?"
The young man gave a mocking smile and withdrew his hand. "Nothing special."
"Uncle Fu! Who are you?! Who are all of you?!"
Jiang Shiyu cried. The war god in her heart had finally grown old, a hero in his twilight years, and could no longer shield her from the wind and rain.
"To be honest, Miss Jiang, my surname is Chen, and my given name is Shuang."
Chen Shuang smiled, raised his hand to adjust his slightly slipping glasses, revealing a set of pearly white teeth, "Please forgive me, I have offended someone who wants you dead. However, please rest assured, Miss Jiang, we will definitely bury you in a good place."
Chen Shuang raised her palm, and a butterfly knife blade appeared. She gently touched Jiang Shiyu's delicate face. "My hand is very fast. Miss Jiang will not feel any pain. Please do not be nervous."
"don't want!"
Jiang Shiyu was restrained and couldn't move at all. She could only watch helplessly as the blade got closer and closer to her cheek.
"No...!"
Jiang Shiyu closed her eyes in despair, and two lines of tears streamed down her cheeks.
Why?
Why did she have to go through this when she had already decided to live a good life?
Luo Chen... she hasn't even met Luo Chen yet.
A surge of excitement welled up in the depths of Chen Shuang's eyes. The feeling of being able to torment the young lady of the Jiang family at will, while the other party was powerless to do anything about it, was simply wonderful.
Chen Shuang grinned wickedly, raising his wrist as if about to make a slash.
"So many people bullying one girl, they're even more shameless than the Wolf Fang gang."
A voice rang out, and Chen Shuang instantly sheathed her butterfly blade and stabbed towards the source of the voice.
This was Chen Shuang's subconscious instinct, and also the main reason why he was able to stand by Jiang Zetian's side—he was decisive and ruthless enough.
"Tsk."
The newcomer grabbed a baseball bat and struck Chen Shuang's wrist hard. The opponent, in pain, dropped the butterfly blade. The newcomer, not letting up, struck Chen Shuang on the head again, leaving him with a bruised and swollen face, and even shattering his glasses.
The scene on the field instantly reversed. Before the middle-aged man who had restrained Jiang Shiyu could react, he was grabbed by the neck by another man and slammed backward with such force that the ground shook.
The middle-aged man's eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
Jiang Shiyu managed to escape, raised her head, tears still clinging to her cheeks, making her appear even more pitiful and moving. "Who...are you?"
Too many things happened today, and they all happened so suddenly that Jiang Shiyu was having trouble processing them.
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