Reborn Xueba: I am a giant

Sheng An patted Du Ying: "Help me go to the bathroom and get a towel."

Du Ying also knew that she would not be able to please her if she stayed here any longer, so she agreed and went into the bathroom.

But Song Shijie didn't intend to let her go. She walked up to Du Ying's side and grabbed Du Ying's wrist: "What did you say?"

Du Ying curled her lips and said perfunctorily, "I didn't say anything."

Song Shijie's voice increased: "Say what you just said again."

Du Ying glanced at her with disdain on her face: "I said, I didn't say anything."

Song Shijie raised Du Ying's wrist and increased her strength: "You know what I'm talking about, Du Ying, don't force me to repeat it a third time, you know the end. Let me ask you, what did you just say to that vase?"

Sheng An's knee was shot again by an arrow.

Du Ying closed her eyes and said indifferently: "I said, I didn't say anything."

With a crisp sound of "pa", Du Ying's face was turned to the left due to inertia, and her eyes were full of disbelief.

After a long time, she touched the face with clear palm prints, and looked at Song Shijie in disbelief: "You hit me?" Her eyes gradually became angry: "You fucking hit me?"

Du Ying pounced on Song Shijie, grabbed her waist-length hair and yanked, "No one has ever dared to hit me, go to hell."

Sheng An walked towards Du Ying quickly, and said to Chen Yuwei: "Please close the door of the dormitory."

With the sound of closing the door, Sheng An also walked in front of Du Ying. She and Song Shijie had been torn together, their hair was disheveled and their clothes were also wrinkled.

Song Shijie turned over and rode on Du Ying, and mercilessly slapped Du Ying's face: "You deserve it."

There were pinch marks and palm prints on her face to varying degrees. Du Ying's face was in the worst condition. She was pinched in several places, and the blood kept flowing out. It is estimated that this fair and lovely face will have scars.

Sheng An expressionlessly kicked Song Shijie who was rolling on the ground, and said flatly, "Get out of here."

Du Ying immediately turned over and rode on Song Shijie's waist, and the situation was reversed.

Song Shijie's eyes were red with anger: "What kind of skill is two-on-one? If you have the ability to fight one-on-one."

Sheng An laughed, really laughed: "What do I want to do, I just need to solve you, any means are fine."

It was a sentence that was said with a smile, but it made Song Shijie's body tremble.

How arrogant such words are, how terrifying such people are.

And the calm eyes looked at her, as if looking at ants, which made her fear, but also made her unwilling and angry.

Why does this woman have the right to talk to herself like this.

Song Shijie took such a posture that was not conducive to negotiation, while pinching Du Ying fiercely, while uttering words full of deep-rooted hatred, she was still high above her words, even though she was as low as dust in reality: "What are you? Things, you are worthy of solving me? Hmph, a joke."

Sheng An looked at the newly manicured nails: "Why, just because I am Sheng An."

Song Shijie's eyes widened: "What, you are Sheng An, you are actually Sheng An."

Her voice became more and more piercing, and Sheng An's eardrums hurt from hearing it, so he couldn't hold back for a while, and kicked her again.

Sheng An squatted down, but she was still much taller than Song Shijie who was lying on the ground pinching Du Ying: "Yes, No.2, I am No.1 Sheng An in the city, you should have heard my name."

Song Shijie stared at her viciously: "Sheng An, don't be complacent, sometimes you are frustrated."

A smile curled up on the corner of Sheng An's mouth: "At least, not now."