You Are My Gravity

Being slapped like this is really insulting to be honest. If it is normal, a man who is somewhat **** is probably about to jump up.

He Zhiyong is also annoyed in his heart, but... his tailbone is still not hurting, and his arms are hurting. Moreover, he has always been a bully and fearful of hard bones. He has always bullied people who are weaker than him. If you dare to follow He just got up head-to-head, but he will fail steadily and dare not fight with you.

He Zhiyong swallowed his saliva and cautiously said: "I...I...no...no, no, I just...nothing...say...I hurt my arm, just..."

The big man yelled, "Speak loudly to Lao Tzu, chirping and chirping like a lady, is it a man?"

He Zhiyong shivered, "Yes... I'm sorry, just now... I accidentally ran into my eldest brother while walking, you... don't be surprised...

The big man looked up and down He Zhiyong disdainfully said: "Damn, a soft man, I dare not, Bai has grown the flesh!"

He Zhiyong nodded and bowed: "Yes, yes...I...I am lazy and can't compare with your eldest brother, I can't compare..."

"Huh... I count you... Turn around."

He Zhiyong wondered why he turned around? However, he still did so honestly.

result……

Just turned around and kicked over with a violent kick. The **** hurts, but now it hurts even more.

He Zhiyong let out a scream, and he couldn't help being kicked forward and out.

He lay face down on the ground.

"Soft egg..."

The big man looked at He Zhiyong and turned and left.

He Zhiyong was lying on the ground and trembling with pain. He felt that his tailbone was about to be broken, and his face was also very painful. The teeth seemed to be loose, and his mouth was full of salty blood.

People who pass by will avoid those far away when they see it. These days, unless there is a mine at home, who would dare to help others.

He Zhiyong lay on the ground for a while before getting up.

He clutched the tailbone above his ass, screaming in pain.

"Bah..." He Zhiyong spit out a mouthful of saliva, which was red with blood.

When people go far away, they dare to curse: "Fuck, Lao Tzu, your eighth generation ancestor... next time don't meet Lao Tzu... you wait for Lao Tzu..."

People like He Zhiyong dare to say something like this.

After scolding, He Zhiyong bowed his head and wanted to pick up his luggage. When he was kicked out just now, his luggage flew away.

As a result, He Zhiyong looked around and didn't blow up his duffel bag. It is estimated that when he was lying on the ground and unable to move, he didn't know that he was taken away by the wicked man.

For the first time, He Zhiyong felt a painful feeling when he stood on the street.

Nima, what kind of bad luck did he have today? Has he been possessed by the declining god?

Unlucky one after another, the job is gone, the person is injured, and he can't be beaten when he walks halfway, and his luggage is gone?

What's up?

"Fuck……"

He Zhiyong scolded, "The thing with sores on the head and pus on the soles of the feet stole Lao Tzu's luggage..."

Naturally, no one paid any attention to him, and everyone else thought he was a lunatic.

He Zhiyong cursed for a while, but his mouth was so painful that he couldn't continue to curse, so he moved forward a little bit like a tortoise.