Chapter 47 I hate violent maniacs

Xiaoying drove with the common problem of all female drivers. She was scared to death on the road. When she turned the corner, she almost had to slow down the speed and was afraid of hitting something. But once there was a car overtake in front of her, she hit the accelerator and threw the word fear out of the sky.

Su Han only sat for a while, and there were several dangerous moments. He muttered to himself: Don't have an accident, don't have an accident, or you will die in a woman's car. This way of death is too funny.

Her skills are so poor that Su Han dares not talk to her casually, just paying attention to Xiaoying's clothes.

In the past, Xiaoying gave people the feeling that she was a good girl, a lady, and dressed as a mainstream student, but today it's different.

In order to cater to the temperament of the tattoo exhibition, Xiaoying looks wild.

A wide narrow-shoulder vest, covered with a black bra, and the chest is prominent and eye-catching. The gray wide hip-hop cotton trousers are a little handsome, with a pair of and1 Taiji basketball shoes on his feet.

This kind of sneakers are generally bought by old men for playing basketball. Now they have a unique flavor on Xiaoying's feet. The trousers of the fat hip-hop trousers are covered on the sneakers, which only reveals the unique yin and yang toe of Taiji basketball shoes, which is very personalized.

With the white magic headphones hanging around Xiaoying's neck, a hip-hop girl playing hip-hop in Brooklyn.

In addition to these decorations, Xiaoying also has a particularly attractive decoration - the arm guard of the right hand.

The white high-stretch nylon fabric wraps the whole arm, one on the wrist and the other on the upper arm, as if it were worn by those NBA players. Wearing this is because Xiaoying herself is also a fan.

This kind of arm guard is on the star's arm, which looks a little barbaric and domineering. It covers Xiaoying's arm, which also adds bricks and tiles to her domineering appearance today.

"Huh? Didn't you say you didn't get a tattoo? Why is there one here? Su Han pointed to Xiaoying's shoulder, which was tattooed with a pattern - Genesis of the Bible.

Rows of English appeared on Xiaoying's broken skin. It's a bad thing or a good thing, but the concave and convex feeling of this tattoo is not very strong.

"God said, there should be light, so there is light..." Su Han maliciously read the words of the Bible on Xiaoying.

Xiaoying smiled and said, "Oh, in fact, I really don't have a tattoo. This is just a sticker. I'm afraid of pain."

Su Han continued to look and found that it was true. From a distance, he had not found it yet. If he looked closely, a layer of almost transparent film stuck to Xiaoying's shoulder.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Xiaoying almost drove the car out. If the brakes had not been stepped on in time, the car would have been stuck on the road.

Su Han quickly waved his hand; "You think crooked. I want to see if your tattoo is really a sticker."

"Oh!" Xiaoying was told this and had a big red face. What does it mean that I think too much? A big man's face is almost on the girl's shoulder. No matter how you look at it, it's a little strange.

Su Hantian was shameless and put his head over again: "What did you think just now?"

"I thought you wanted to see if there was any dandruff on my head!" Xiaoying smiled cunningly.

Su Han laughed out loud. This young lady is still very anxious!

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In China, the most open cities are Yanjing and Modu. Many things circulating abroad, or things that cannot be put on the table, can only be developed into a scale in these two cities.

For example, hip-hop and street ball are also the highest level in Yanjing and Modu.

And rock bands and so on are only in Yanjing and Mo.

The place where the tattoo exhibition is held is, of course, the most open place in Yanjing City, Dongdan.

Dongdan is also a shopping paradise, and Dongdan's park is also the largest concentration of same-sex friends in the country.

Two men with right earrings can often be seen hugging each other and swaggering across the market.

"I'm going to this place. It's smoky. You little girl come here. I'm really a little worried." In some places where people with unique personalities gather, sometimes the law does not intimidate them at all.

The inner values of these people are different from those of ordinary people.

Su Han looked at the two big men not far away, and his stomach was a little nauseous.

The five and three on the left are thick, and they are 1.9 meters tall, but they are wearing a tight red shirt. The upper body is covered with a bubble shirt worn by women. The face is white and the eyeliner is very thick. The huge earrings hanging on the right ear look very awkward, and they do some coquettish movements from time to time.

And the one on the right, more than 1.8 meters tall, is about the same as Su Han, and the whole person is Marilyn. Manson's dress, his yellow negative ion perm hair bulges high, his clothes are nailed with thick rivets, his face is deliberately painted gray, and there are many nails hanging on his lips and nose for decoration. If he doesn't know it, he thinks it's a zombie.

The zombie looked at Su Han and whistled.

Xiaoying was a little scared and hid behind Su Han, secretly looking at it, and her whole body trembled a little.

Su Han is quite casual: "Xiaoying, don't be afraid. Look at their appearance. I guess you are not very interested in them." He scolded in his heart: It's better not to be interested in me, or I will make you really become a zombie.

holding Xiaoying's hand, Su Han walked towards the tattoo club not far ahead.

The zombie was a little anxious and whistled again: "The one in front of you, stop."

There is no one around Su Han. What the other party said must be himself.

"Brother Han, let's ignore them and go quickly. It must be all right." Xiaoying regrets coming to the tattoo exhibition. Obviously, there are no good birds here. As soon as I parked my car and got out of the underground parking lot, I ran into several people who found fault.

"It's okay. I'd like to see what the bastard wants to do." Su Han is not a gutless man. He just doesn't want to take the initiative to cause trouble. Now someone has taken the initiative to provoke the door. It's not a big deal to clean up.

Xiaoying took Su Han's hand: "Don't stop. They are not good people. Besides, you... can't beat them."

While talking, the two non-mainstreams have come to Su Han.

The tall twisted man said to Su Han, "Yo, you have a big face. Our brother Jie called you, but you still can't stop?"

"Brother Jie?" Su Han frowned: "I don't know."

Jack stroked his zombie face, touched his eyebrows with his middle finger, and said with a cool look, "Ma Zi, introduce yourself, Jie. Williams, this piece is very delicious. If we can be friends, I will be responsible for all the venues and drinks here in the future.

Su Han is a person with no connotation. Naturally, he knows what "friend" means. Humph, you might as well just say that he is a friend.

"It's okay, I'm not a bad person, I just want to make friends with us." Xiaoying said softly. It seems that his mind is relatively pure and he doesn't know the true intention of "friends".

Su Han didn't have time to explain to Xiaoying. He lay in her ear and whispered, "Do you like martial arts movies?"

"I like it, I like Ye Wen's Wing Chun Fist best."

"Wing Chun? Easy." Su Han stood up straight and looked at Brother Jie again: "Ji. Williams, right?

"It's right here." Brother Jie nodded: "I haven't thought about this name for a long time. It's ruined brain cells."

Su Han shook his head: "Have you killed brain cells? How dare you tell me that you still have brain cells?"

"What do you mean?"

What does it mean? Look at your appearance, you should be a Chinese, and look at your accent, you should be a native of Yanjing. Humph, you don't need the name given to you by your ancestors. You deserve to humiliate your ancestors by using the name of foreign devils. After Su Han finished speaking, he didn't talk nonsense.

A step forward, resisting Brother Jie's ** and clasping his neck with his backhand. After an understatement, Brother Jie felt that his whole chin was dislocated.

Of course, these are not over yet. Su Han's fist imitated the Japanese punch in Wing Chun. Within three seconds, he punched more than ten times, beating Brother Jie to spit blood and fell to the ground in a frenze.

He pinched the man and squatted on the ground and put his arms around Brother Jie's shoulder: "What's wrong with you? Brother Jie? What's wrong with you? It's killing people, ouch." He also hugged Su Han's thigh.

Su Han said coldly, "Get out of here. If there is any deviation from my limbs, believe it or not, I will kill you."

As soon as he came into contact with Su Han's eyes, the twisted man felt that his heart had been stabbed several times. He quickly retreated back and did not dare to face Su Han.

Turning his head, Su Han said confidently, "How's it going? Brother's Wing Chunquan is better than Ye Wen, isn't it?

Although he has never learned Wing Chun boxing, his boxing is an extension and his skills are fundamental. Now Su Han, who is close to building the foundation, is strong and his skills are good. The imitated boxing is greener than blue. Compared with Ye Wen's traditional Wing Chun, the beauty is half free and easy.

Unexpectedly, Xiaoying pouted and gritted her teeth and said, "I like Master Ye Wen because of Ye Wen's spirit, for the sake of national righteousness, punching the Japanese, instead of a violent maniac like you, who actually beat people who want to be friends with you. Compared with quality, it's different from cloud and mud."

"Alas! Have I become a bad person?" Before Su Han reacted, he became the object of being whipped on the pillar of shame. It was clear that Brother Jie had bad intentions, okay?

"I misread you, a violent man." With that, Xiaoying quickly ran into the tattoo hall alone: "Don't see me again."

"Hey! You left me, how can I go back?

"Go to the subway by yourself." Xiaoying left a sentence.

Su Han fainted a little. What's the matter? Forget it, if you don't appreciate me, I won't be too much to send it to you.

Thinking about this, Su Han was ready to turn around and leave, but after thinking about it, he turned back and stamped on the ground: "Forget it, you have to pass today to break up."

He really disdains to explain something, but how can he rest assured that this place is so chaotic and a girl walks around? If Xiaoying really gets hurt, he will also feel guilty.

"Well, in fact, she is also a good little girl. Unfortunately, she is a little too pure." Su Han laughed at himself and said, "How do you say something? If the water is clear, there will be no fish.