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Chapter 240 It's You Who Is Corrupted!
The old beggar lying on the ground was no longer satisfied with pulling the man's arm.

The other hand directly grabbed the collar of the paparazzi, almost pulling the two of them face to face.

The collar of the paparazzi was pulled, and the whole person almost lay on the body of the old beggar.

If it weren't for the arm being desperately on the ground, it would have "fitted" by now.

With a red face, he pressed his voice and said to the old beggar, "Old man! Are you deliberately messing with me?"

The blood from the old beggar's nostrils had already dripped down his lips, and when he opened his mouth, the blood splattered the paparazzi's face: "It's not good for you, grandpa just doesn't like your boy!"

The paparazzi supported their hands on the ground, preventing themselves from lying down completely, but there was no more energy left to stop the blood splashing on their faces.

A few drops of blood even flew into his mouth, making him nauseated.

"Ugh... I'm so... how much do you want?"

The paparazzi also reacted at this time, and he was calculated by this old boy.

The news material has not been caught yet, and it has caused a lot of anger.

At this time, I just want to get out quickly, so that I can go back and make up an anecdote to vent my anger.

When the old beggar saw that this kid was so good, he tried to quote a number: "...[-]?"

"Five thousand?! Why don't you grab it?"

The paparazzi was completely defeated by the old beggar's words, and the voice that was originally suppressed was much louder.

How much can you sell a piece of news yourself, you need [-] to open your mouth?
The old beggar tugged at the paparazzi's collar and said contemptuously, "What? I'm already like this, isn't it a robbery?"

The paparazzi shivered when he spoke angrily: "You... you... shameless!"

The old beggar replied, "I'm much more embarrassed than you paparazzi."

The paparazzi turned to the side, freed one hand, wiped the blood sprayed on his face, and grabbed the old beggar's hand and swung it vigorously.

But it only made his neck more uncomfortable, and the hand remained motionless.

I secretly scolded this old man for being so thin and thin, but he bargained and said, "Let go quickly, I'll give you a thousand at most, don't be too aggressive!"

The old beggar's attitude was also firm: "Two thousand can't be less."

"One thousand and five..."

The paparazzi wanted to make another bargain, but the old beggar was not happy on the spot.

With his voice fully open, he shouted in full force, "Aiyo! My nose is broken! My head is dizzy! Aiyo, my old waist, I killed someone! Help!"

While howling and rolling, even the paparazzi was carried to the ground by him.

For a while, the two big men rolled around together, almost face-to-face, and the scene was so eye-catching.

He Xiaoling saw the old beggar tumbling on the ground with blood dripping and wailing at the same time. She couldn't bear it, so she wanted to go up and help.

But as soon as he took a step, he was grabbed by Gao Shuang: "Aunt He, don't go up and join in the fun."

He Xiaoling frowned and said unbearably, "How can this be fun?"

"Hi!"

It's not clear in a few sentences about this matter, Gao Shuang can only raise a vague point: "If you go up here to fight, people's hard work will be in vain."

He Xiaoling pushed Gao Shuang: "Then you can't just watch it, don't you have a lot of ghost ideas? Let people think of a way!"

Gao Shuang looked at the two people rolling on the ground, and then at the wild wolf standing not far away.

The wild wolf is also holding his arms, with an expression of watching the show, obviously seeing the doorway.

It can even be said that he is all too familiar with the practice of this rogue in the market.

There are all kinds of people in the dunzi, who have been nurtured in this environment since childhood, and the things that old beggars do now are not uncommon.

"This old man is playing tricks, let's just watch."

Gao Shuang turned around and whispered in He Xiaoling's ear, "Look at it, don't look at that paparazzi's ferocity, it's not certain who will suffer in the end..."

Ye Anlei did not know when she had come to the two of them.

She carefully looked at the two people who were rolling on the ground, but she didn't particularly care about the two people on the ground.

She approached He Xiaoling, patted the floating soil on her clothes behind her, and asked with concern, "Someone said you fell, are you alright?"

He Xiaoling covered her plump buttocks with her hands in embarrassment. She waved her hand to Ye Anlei and said, "It's nothing, I just stumbled when that person was blocking the way and didn't stand firm."

Ye Anlei looked up at the crowd holding all kinds of cameras and portable DVs, and took out two masks from the Xiaokun bag she was carrying.

One was put on by herself, and the other was given to He Xiaoling.

She explained to He Xiaoling: "Be careful when you meet these people again, your own situation is not much better than Gao Shuang."

"thanks……"

He Xiaoling took the mask and put it on her face, her response was somewhat helpless.

I don't understand, the life of ordinary people slipped away from me and Gao Shuang.

After this incident, He Xiaoling felt that she would be a little flustered when she went out again in the future.

……

The two people who were rolling on the ground like gourds are already disgraced at this moment.

The paparazzi was distracted by the shouting of the old beggar, and tried several times to cover his mouth, but was unsuccessful.

In the end, he said angrily, "Fuck! Shut up quickly, two thousand is two thousand! Let me go first!"

The old beggar still looks unrepentant, and his attitude is still very firm: "Give the money first!"

The paparazzi said angrily: "You hold my hand and I can't give you any money."

The old beggar glanced sideways: "Isn't your friend on the side? Let him get it for you."

The paparazzi originally wanted to get away when the old beggar asked him to take the money, but he didn't expect that the old beggar would not even give him such an opportunity.

His back molars gnawed in pain, and said, "I've had blood mold for eight lifetimes today, and I came across something like you!"

"Haha... I was also not careful, the belt was not fastened properly, and something like you was exposed."

The old beggar's ability to scold the street is not comparable to this young man.

A casual sentence pushed him eight hundred miles away.

"You... OK, OK, I admit it."

The paparazzi nodded gloomily.

After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at his companion.

This time, he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

I have been scrambling with this beggar for a long time, but my companions have no intention of coming up to help.

I just kept walking back and forth around myself, adjusting the lens of the handheld DV to follow the shooting, and at first glance, I was very skilled in shooting techniques from one shot to the end...

But is this the time to show your shooting skills?

He yelled at his companion angrily: "What are you doing there with the pestle? Still taking pictures? I don't know if you're here to help?"

"Ah? Oh oh oh!"

Only then did his companion look away from the DV monitor as if he had just woken up from a dream, and then walked over to the two of them to take a look.

The two were tightly entangled, and at this time the old beggar's legs were already wrapped around the paparazzi's waist.

Looking at this posture, it is a bit like UFC fighting ground skills.

It's just that most people watching now will think of some more unbearable pictures...

(End of this chapter)