The Princess Reborn Will Rebel

"Then let's see, in the end, who makes whom suffers."

Ouyang Mo'er was not frightened by the angry words of those gangsters. She smiled coldly and looked at them with a bit of cruelty in her cold eyes. Her tone showed no sign of weakness at all.

She knew that showing weakness was of no use.

Weak people have very little. Showing weakness will only make you more looked down upon by others, and make people look down upon you even more. Only you are strong enough, only you are more powerful than them, and make them fear you. Then, even if you are

At the moment of life and death, even if they

The people who are besieging you are a group of ferocious wolves. In their eyes, there is only killing and death. They are afraid of you, and you will and can rewrite the history in their hearts. At the last critical moment, the final victory will be achieved.

The most unlikely reversal of the situation.

Because the winner is the king, and the strong one is also the king!

Almost all of those gangsters were so aroused by Ouyang Moer's contemptuous look and the tone of his voice that sounded arrogant and overly arrogant in their ears that they felt that all the blood in their bodies was rushing to the top of their heads.

Face to face with Ouyang Mo once

When they were children, they were no longer what they were before. Each one of them seemed to have been injected with chicken blood. They wanted to put Ouyang Moer to death and make this place become Ouyang Moer.

The same ferocity as his burial place.

Compared with the strength just now, Ouyang Mo'er only managed to parry two sticks and was about to be unable to withstand it.

Bang……

The baseball bat landed hard on Ouyang Mo'er's slender shoulder. Fortunately, the stick hit was a little off, and Ouyang Mo'er was not allowed to withstand the full strength. Otherwise, just one blow from the baseball bat would have been enough.

He beat Ouyang Moer to the ground, but...

Even if it was like this, even if it was missed, such a heavy stick fell on Ouyang Mo'er's shoulder. It was not a stick made of sponge. Ouyang Mo'er couldn't bear it. The hands that were clasped together now...

The arm was injured and was shaking a bit.

It was almost so painful that I could no longer hold the iron rod in my hand, and I could no longer use too much force.

She lowered her head slightly and tried several times to hold on to the iron rod in her hand. She wanted to give those gangsters a blow again just like she did before, letting them know how powerful she was, but the injured hand...

But she couldn't muster the strength to live or die. She secretly gritted her teeth, and her hanging bangs covered the emotions and the anger in her eyes.

Those gangsters looked at Ouyang Moer's situation and knew that the stick just now must have hit Ouyang Moer and injured him. At that moment, all of them looked at Ouyang Moer with confused eyes.

I became even more excited.

"Haha, didn't you say we want to see who can't stand it in the end? How about it? You bitch? Can you still stand it?" The leader, who looked like a boss, laughed wildly, smiling, as if he was too obviously exposed.

, pulled the wound on his forehead, and he grimaced in pain again. However, no matter how much he pulled on the wound, no matter how painful it was, it could not cover up the pride in his eyes.

Holding the baseball bat in his hand, as he spoke, he poked Ouyang Mo'er's injured shoulder as if provoking him. He looked at Ouyang Mo'er who had to take a few steps back with a slight push.

Ouyang Mo'er, the leader, and those people laughed even louder.

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