I'm actually an alchemist

Chapter 329 Singing in the Rain

Su Wushuang didn't even look at him, she just turned her head and looked at Yang Qing with a smile in her beautiful eyes.The meaning in those eyes is obviously saying, look!

Yang Qing sighed, smiled wryly and shrugged his shoulders.

Then, he turned his head and looked at the cut-headed man in the sports car with a kind of compassionate gaze of a Buddha looking at sentient beings.

I don't know whether to praise her for being arrogant and brave, or to lament his arrogance and ignorance.

"Thank you, no need!"

Yang Qing sighed, looked at the inch-cut man sincerely, and said with a smile: "I wish you the best of luck!"

He really didn't want to have any conflicts with mortals.

Of course it's impossible to lose, but it's not good to win. A cultivator bullying a mortal, it's a shame to say it.

Thinking of this, Yang Qing really talked to the inch-cut man in the kindest tone he ever had.

However, he obviously miscalculated.

The inch-cut man was born in the rich second generation. He was spoiled and spoiled since he was a child, and he is used to being domineering.

This kind of person is used to being arrogant, defiant, and lawless.

He looked at Su Wushuang with a grin, then cast a cold glance at Yang Qing, and with a cigar in his mouth, he said dickily, "Do you have something to say?"

Yang Qing was taken aback when he heard the words.

Somewhat astonished, he took Su Wushuang's hand and said, dumbfounded: "Brother, this is my wife!"

Like a cute little girl, Su Wushuang obediently let Yang Qing hold hands.Then she hid behind Yang Qing shyly.

The corner of Yang Qing's mouth twitched.

As a beautiful older sister who is more than 2000 years old, No. 1 in the world of practice, a super master who can ride the wind and waves and can rival five people in the world.

Wushuang, how are you doing?

Seeing Su Wushuang's charming appearance, the inch-cut man's eyes straightened.

He looked at Yang Qing with disgust, and said, "So what? She will be my wife from now on! Now..."

The cropped man took out a stack of money from his wallet and threw it out the car window.

Dollar bills fell with the wind and scattered on the wet ground.It was soon wet with rain.

"Take the money, get out immediately!"

The inch-headed man said arrogantly.

Yang Qing shook his head, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

After taking a deep breath, he slowly exhaled the cigarette.

"So..." Yang Qing looked at the inch-cut man and said, "There's nothing to talk about?"

"Fuck you, who are you, what qualifications do you have... Fuck, what do you want to do!"

The inch-cut man cursed angrily, but as soon as he cursed, Yang Qing suddenly appeared in front of him with a stride.

The next second, Yang Qing grabbed him by the collar and pulled him out of the car.

"I warn you……"

The inch-cut man was terrified, and he gave a harsh warning.

Before the words fell, he felt the world spinning.

Yang Qing picked him up directly, walked to the side of the road, put his head upside down, and stuffed him into the trash can.

"Is it really him? Quack!"

With a cigarette in his mouth, Yang Qing squinted his eyes and clapped his hands before angrily kicking the trash can over.

Like a runaway tire, the trash can rolled quickly on the street, and it rolled out more than 50 meters away and hit the fire hydrant on the side of the road before stopping.

At this time, the taxi called by Yang Qing had already arrived.

"Let's go!"

Yang Qing turned her head and said to Su Wushuang with a smile.

Su Wushuang smiled lightly, and followed Yang Qing into the car.

……

street corner.

The inch-cut man crawled out of the trash can in a panic.

The beautiful suit was covered with all kinds of soup.The neckline is stuffed with rotten vegetable leaves.Some kind of indescribable sticky thing was stained on the shoes.As for the face, there was a piece of wrapper that was eagerly chewed.

"what!"

The inch-headed man glanced at the distressed body, and shouted angrily: "I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!".

At this time, a few staggering walkers on the street seemed to be walking over after the hip-hop black homeless man looked at the cut-headed man.

"Hey man!"

The leading black man is 1.9 meters tall, with a baseball cap on his head and a lip ring on his mouth.He was wearing a black jacket and a string of silver necklaces hung around his neck.After the black man walked over, he waved his hand.

Four or five companions immediately surrounded the inch-cropped man in place.

The man with the lip ring gestured and said to the man with the short hair: "You knocked over the trash can, you need to pay a fine!"

The inch-cut man looked at the black man and said angrily, "fuck off!"

The black man was taken aback when he heard the words, and after he and his companions looked at each other, a group of people laughed.

The next second, the black man suddenly pulled out a pistol and pointed at the man with the short hair: "Stop fucking nonsense, take out the money!"

"Oke Oke!"

The inch-headed man jumped in fright, quickly raised his hands, pointed at his pockets and said, "Here, here!"

The black man signaled his companion to control the cropped man.

He stepped forward and began to grope the inch-headed man.

Of course, the wallet is one thing, and the body is another.

"Wow, the ass is so up!"

The black man pinched the short-haired man's ass vigorously, and then took another handful of birds.After getting enough of his hand addiction, the black man took out a wallet from the inner pocket of the cropped man's suit.

Still, the moment you open your wallet.

A burst of black light appeared.

The black man was caught off guard and was directly recruited.

Except for the short-haired man, all the black people at the scene fell to the ground and pulled out endlessly.

The inch-cut man bent down and picked up the wallet, stuffing it into his pocket.

Then, he picked up the pistol from the black man and aimed at the four black men on the ground.

bang...

bang bang...

"Fuck!"

After the inch-cut man finished shooting the bullets in the magazine, he kicked the black man angrily. After that, he threw away the pistol and walked towards his sports car in the distance.

……

The street lights were dim.

On the potholed road, rainwater gathers and reflects the neon lights of the city, like mirrors.

In the light rain, the traffic on the road converged into a river of neon lights.

The wiper blades oscillate gently.

Inside the car, soft country music was playing.

Yang Qing gently hugged Su Wushuang's shoulders, quietly watching the exotic scenery outside the car window, listening to the music, quietly enjoying this peaceful happiness.

"Are we going to stay in America like this?"

After a while, Su Wushuang asked softly.

"Well, it's just you and me!"

Yang Qing said with a smile.

"Then who were you chatting with last night?"

Su Wushuang raised her head, looking at Yang Qingdao with a trace of playfulness in her beautiful eyes.

"Have it?"

Yang Qing didn't change her expression, she shook her head and denied, "I'm writing a diary!"

"Where's the diary?"

Su Wushuang snorted.

"deleted!"

Yang Qing said with a smile.

For a moment, he had the feeling of returning to the conversation with the teacher when he was in kindergarten when he was a child.

Teacher: "Is it last night?"

Student: "It's done!"

Teacher: "Where is it?"

Student: "I forgot at home!"

Teacher: "Go home and get it!"

Student: "Teacher, it's bad, my homework was burned by my mother as firewood!"

teacher:"……"

at this time.

The soft flesh around his waist twisted for a while.

Turning his head, he really saw Su Wushuang's charming face and that half-smiling gaze.

(End of this chapter)