Chapter 721: Punish the gangster

She squinted and looked at the front. Which direction was coming back to Luojia Mountain?
"Little girl, is there any annoyance in drinking so much wine? Speak out and let your brothers troubleshoot for you." Three guys gathered around and smiled close to her.
The three of them were not too drunk. It seemed that they had just had a drink together in the lobby of the inn. When she saw she was alone, she wanted to get her cheap.
Regardless of the dynasty, it seems that the disciples are a virtue, and even the words they say are very similar. The uncreative makes people want to use their heads to hit the wall!
Luo Qingyu smiled, smiling like a flower. She was so sick that she had nowhere to go. She just made them a punching bag. She tilted them and said, "How do you want to troubleshoot me?"
With a smile, Qiao's face was full of red lips, her lips were full, her lips were slightly hooked upwards, and she couldn't seem to speak sweet and cute.
The three apprentices were almost half of the body, and one of them reached out to grab Luo Qingyu's waist: "My brother's solution will make you very comfortable and happy ..."
Luo Qingyu stepped down and said, "Ouch", as if he couldn't stand, he reached out and grabbed the man's arm ...
"Ka!" The ground murmured softly, and the man's arm seemed to be pinched, and it snapped off—
"Ah!" The man screamed, his face changed drastically, and the original seven or eight points of drunkness suddenly turned into cold sweat.
"Brother ..."
"Brother! What's wrong?" The other two were startled and rushed forward to support the man.
The man's face was so white and he shook his arm desperately: "It hurts ... it hurts ... the arm is dislocated ..."
Dislocated?
The other two were relieved, and the dislocation was very easy to treat. One of them grabbed his arm and trembled, and wanted to simply give him a good arm--
"Ah!" The man cried like a pig, even more terribly.
The two were afraid to move, it didn't look like a simple dislocation.
One of them set his eyes on Luo Qingyu: "Demon girl, what kind of ghost did you do?"
Luo Qingyu narrowed her eyes and looked innocent: "What the hell?"
Did it happen?
The other person saw Luo Qingyu's face flushed, his eyes hazy like water, and he stood there cowardly, like a little flower with dew openness.
Just reach for her, "Come on, little girl, let the uncle hurt you."
Luo Qingyu's eyes flashed slightly, it seems that the lessons given by these three people are still less!
She was about to regain her old skills. When a gust of wind blew up, she was stunned in her head, and stunned under her feet. This time she fell into the man's arms for real ...
The soft fragrance Wen Yu was full of arms, and was immediately proud.
Reached out and squeezed Luo Qingyu's smooth and jade face: "Oh, good tender skin ..."
Without saying a word, Luo Qingyu has stepped on his instep--
"Ah !!!" The scream of that person could ring through the nineth heaven. His ankle was broken!
He couldn't stand any longer, sitting on the ground with a grunt, screaming and rolling with his feet--