Rebirth of the National Male God: Master Quan, Fancy Favorite

Qu Yizhao looked at the chaotic scene in front of her. The music on the stage had been cut off. She pushed aside the crowd outside and watched two people push a tall and thin boy to the ground.

Next to Deng Cidong squatted a boy with blond hair and wearing a punk jacket.

The boy turned his head to look at Qu Yizhao, and whistled: "Hey, isn't this Prince Qu? You brother is not very open-eyed. Look, pour wine all over me."

Both ears of the boy were studded with studs, and he wore a huge fancy ring on his finger. He looked at Qu Yichao mockingly, his eyes full of disdain.

"My clothes are brand-name, and they cost ten to twenty thousand. Today, if you can't afford the money, don't even try to get out of this business."

Chen Ming gave Qu Yizhao a disdainful look, and said with a sneer.

Qu Yizhao chuckled, tilted his head and looked at him: "Really?"

"You still need ten thousand or twenty thousand for your rags? How about lying to children? Just for your clothes, one hundred yuan is not worth me to give you. Why, do you think I am your cash machine?"

Chen Ming looked at Qu Yizhao gloomyly, and said with bared teeth and claws: "I think you want to be beaten!"

The indifferent and evil eyes did not pay attention to Chen Ming at all, as if Chen Ming was just a clown to make her happy in Qu Yichao's eyes.

"Fuck him for me!"

Chen Ming looked at Qu Yizhao viciously, and gave orders to everyone.

It's a pity that no one dared to make a move, and everyone stood silently, watching their noses, noses, noses, and hearts.

Touching Deng Cidong is not afraid of anything, Deng Cidong has no backer.

But if they meet Qu Yizhao, the nature is different, and the Qu family will naturally trip up their family.

Chen Ming gloomily looked at his brother who was motionless behind him, his face was so dark that ink was dripping out.

The sound of gnashing teeth came out one by one from the gap between the teeth: "I can't call you anymore, can I?"

One of the boys was pushed out to explain: "Brother Chen, it's not that we don't obey orders. If you hit Prince Qu, nothing will happen. You have the Chen family behind you to protect you, but we are different... "

"Ha ha ha ha ha……"

A deep and hoarse voice escaped from Qu Yizhao's mouth, but his eyes were as cold as death in the dark.

The ridicule hit Chen Ming's heart coldly: "I said Chen Ming, your people are a little too cowardly, right? Didn't you say that you hate this kind of cowardly bastard the most?"

The sound of ridicule and ridicule hit Chen Ming's heart fiercely. Chen Ming looked at Qu Yizhao sullenly, picked up the wine bottle at the side and rushed over.

Qu Yizhao grabbed Chen Ming's hand holding the bottle with one hand, and snatched the wine bottle with his backhand. The speed was so fast that Chen Ming couldn't react at all.

While Chen Ming was in a daze, Qu Yizhao took the bottle and pointed it at his head and beat him hard.

The mellow cocktail exploded on Chen Ming's head.

Chen Ming was obviously stunned by the bottle. He stared blankly at Qu Yizhao, unable to even make a basic reaction.

The perverse face spread its pure black wings like a demon in the dark.

Qu Yizhao smiled, but his eyes were cold and cruel, like a god of death wielding a sickle.

Not at all worried that he would make Chen Ming stupid this time, Qu Yizhao gave Chen Ming another kick, and the heavy voice made everyone cover their eyes.

Wan Yuqu reacted quickly, kicked the person closest to him flying, and roared, "Fuck them!"

Those who took the benches took the benches, those who took the wine bottles took the wine bottles, and those who took the sticks they stole from nowhere took the sticks...

All in all, everyone rushed towards Chen Ming's brothers aggressively with weapons in their hands, and a chaotic battle started.