"He Xiangu—playing her waist, offering wine, and walking drunkenly."
She said with a smile, swaying with each step.
Several thugs immediately realized that they would not be able to escape if they didn't get rid of this guy.
He quickly grabbed the weapon in his hand and attacked, but Aunt He's movements were completely unpredictable, and he hit nothing after a few blows.
I saw Aunt He fall forward, and then lean her elbow on her face like she was drunk.
He elbowed a thug in the face.
He was elbowed so hard that he was completely dizzy, and his face was covered with red and blue spots. It was as lively as a soy sauce shop.
That’s not all. After Aunt He leaned over, she kicked backwards with her legs, one in front and one behind, and kicked the two thugs in the crotch.
"ah!!!!"
Amidst screams, both of them fell down.
Aunt He stood up and picked up the vegetable basket from the ground. "Young people nowadays are really weak."
"I couldn't bear it after just two moves."
As they talked, several people walked towards the big guy in the middle.
The big guy was also scared. He picked up any one of them and they were so fierce. If they hit him, wouldn’t he be covered in bruises?
"You guys, I've hit a wall, please let us go."
"Let's go now."
Bai Mu looked at the old men and women in confusion, then looked at Ailian.
"Eh? Are they always this fierce?"
Ailian nodded, "Hmm..."
"The stories of their youth could fill several books."
"When we get older, we all want to return to a simple life, so this is it. As you can see."
She spread her hands helplessly.
In no time, the big guy was knocked to the ground, and the old men and women were all greeting each other.
"Old Yang, you're not very good at Tai Chi."
Uncle Huang was leaning on a crutch.
Uncle Yang rolled his eyes at him and said, "You learned a lot by stealing when you were young. Come on."
Mr. Huang walked up to Bai Mu and patted him on the shoulder, "Young man."
"Are you guys awesome?"
Bai Mu nodded, "Yeah."
"Uncle, why do you still know these things at your age?"
Grandpa Huang smiled and patted Bai Mu's shoulder, "Grandpas are just old, not dead."
“We just want to do our bit for this alley.”
Uncle Yang was also smiling beside him. He took a watermelon from the car and threw it over, "Catch it."
Bai Mu took the flying watermelon, but found that the force of the watermelon was very strange.
It flew over very quickly, but felt very light in my hand.
Ailian: "Why don't you thank Mr. Yang quickly?"
Bai Mu blinked, "Thank you, Uncle Yang."
"By the way, Uncle Yang, is this melon ripe?"
After saying that, everyone immediately started laughing.
The alley was once again filled with laughter.
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