Yang Xiaonian’s Promotion: Chapter 11 A powerful mop

  () What's going on here? This is a hotel and not a vegetable market, why is it so messy?

  Yang Xiaonian turned his head slowly, and saw Ruan Fengling running out of the aisle leading to the bathroom with a look of panic, shouting while running, "Xiao Nian... Xiao Nian... Hurry up... Hurry up..."

   "What's the matter? What's the matter? Be careful under your feet, don't slip..." Yang Xiaonian felt bad when he saw Ruan Fengling's panicked appearance. Seeing her slantingly running towards him, and almost slipping twice, Yang Xiaonian hurried up to support her arm and said, "Don't worry, speak slowly..."

   "Huchi..." Ruan Fengling exhaled a sigh of aroma and said anxiously: "No hurry, your brother was beaten inside..."

   "What?" As soon as he heard that Yang Dahua was beaten inside, Comrade Xiaonian couldn't hold his breath anymore, let go of Ruan Fengling's arm, and ran towards the bathroom.

   Walking down the aisle for more than ten meters, as soon as he turned a corner, he saw Yang Dahua collapsed at the door of the bathroom. Two men in their thirties were punching and kicking him. What's even more strange is that Sun Yumei was sitting on the ground with her face covered and crying in pain.

   Before he could ask what was going on, Yang Xiaonian walked over, raised his shoulders, stretched out his hand and pushed, the man who was standing and kicking Yang Dahua took five or six steps backwards. Then he turned around and kicked the other man who was bending over and punching Yang Dahua.

  Yang Xiaonian held back his anger, first reached out and grabbed his brother, and asked with concern, "Brother, are you okay?"

  Because when Yang Dahua was born, it happened to be in the *** age, when his mother was pregnant with him, he couldn't even eat enough to eat, so it caused Yang Dahua to be thin and frail since he was a child. Yang Yuchun wanted him to practice martial arts with him, but it's a pity that this son is really not that kind. Even if he is in his thirties now, Yang Dahua's body can only be said to be barely a man, and it has absolutely nothing to do with being strong. After giving birth to a daughter, although Yang Yuchun and his wife were eager to hold their grandson, Yang Dahua's wife's belly no longer moved.

   "Xiao Nian, I'm fine, Xiao Sun also asked them to beat her, you don't mind her?" Yang Dahua grinned in pain, but still insisted that he was fine.

At this time, Sun Yumei also stood up, sobbing and said, "Xiao Nian, it doesn't matter to me, you should take your brother to the hospital first." On her pimple-covered face, two palm prints were clearly visible. . As soon as Yang Xiaonian saw her face, he was even more angry than when he saw his brother being beaten. After all, Yang Dahua is still a man, but the other party even beats women, what the hell?

   "What the **** is going on? Why are you hitting people?" Yang Xiaonian's eyes almost burst into flames, and he turned to look at the two men who had just struggled from the ground and asked.

"What the **** are you doing? What does it have to do with you if we beat people or not? Can you control you?" scolded in a filthy manner.

His companion wasn't much better than him. He was pushed by Yang Xiaonian just now, and he couldn't stand still. After taking a few steps back, he still sat on the ground. There was a mop in the corner behind him, he stretched out his hand and copied it, without saying a word, he swung it towards Yang Xiaonian. While scolding: "Damn, you dare to beat me, you don't want to live anymore?"

   The mop was dripping with water stains, and when he swung it like this, the water droplets flew around like arrows. Yang Xiaonian twisted closer, swiped his left hand in the direction the mop was swung, grabbed the mop rod with one hand and put it in his arms, swayed his right hand in front of his eyes, and kicked it, just in time to kick the guy's stomach.

With a sound of    "Ow...", the man took a few steps back, bent over, and spit out all the wine he had just drank and the leaves of the vegetables he had eaten.

"Damn, dare to beat Brother Bin, hack him to death..." Yang Xiaonian just wanted to throw away the mop he had snatched from the man, when he shouted from behind, and saw six or seven young men shirtless. Running over waving a watermelon knife.

   Behind them, Ruan Fengling with a pale face was shouting loudly: "Xiao Nian, run quickly..." Yang Xiaonian said that this is a dead end, where can I run? While thinking about it, he clenched the mop pole with both hands and smashed it down at a young man who was running at the front.

  Although it is said that one inch is short and one inch is dangerous, but it depends on who is right for who.

The young people who ran over looked a few years younger than Yang Xiaonian, and they were just relying on the crowd. When they encountered the mop pole in Yang Xiaonian's hand, they completely lost the advantage of being one inch shorter and one inch shorter, so they could only watch. Yang Xiaonian played the role of the mop being one inch long and one inch strong.

The young man was still more than two meters away from Yang Xiaonian, and the water droplets on the mop had already splattered his face. When he closed his eyes and raised his hand to wipe his face, the mop in Yang Xiaonian's hand was hanging. The sound of the wind had hit his head.

   This thing doesn't look soft and not sloppy at ordinary times, but under Yang Xiaonian's swing, it really hurts when it hits the head.

   Yang Xiaonian has a mop in his hand, which is completely used as a big gun. Turning the front handle over and twisting the back handle, the mop turned upside down in the air. Before the guy could scream, the hard mop head hit his chest.

   At the same time he fell to the ground groaning, Yang Xiaonian not only did not retreat, but hurried forward with the mop tightly in his hands, and the mop rod in his hand went straight to the eyes of the young man behind him.

   "I rely on..." The man obviously didn't expect Yang Xiaonian to have this hand, the watermelon knife in his hand danced wildly, and the other hand was raised to block his eyes. Yang Xiaonian made progress again, the mop rod retreated, and the mop head with water droplets turned over and smashed it on his shoulder, and the man slammed into the wall at the door of the toilet. The mop in Yang Xiaonian's hand swept across and smashed into the waist of the young man standing beside him. Taking advantage of the situation, he kicked the young man who was leaning against the wall of the toilet trying to stand firm.

   The seven young men who ran over to beat people aggressively, were knocked over by the other party to the ground in the blink of an eye. The other four people look at me, I look at you, the watermelon knives in their hands are shaking, they turn around and run away, they have no courage to continue fighting, and they don't know what to do for a while.

  Yang Xiaonian had to ignore it and shouted angrily: "Come here if you're not afraid of death..." He rushed up with a mop in both hands. Damn, it's been a long time since I went to college. If you don't have fun, you can't let these guys slip away.

   Seeing that the two companions standing at the front were smashed by Yang Xiaonian with a wet mop, the young man at the back turned his head and ran away in fright.

   When the other young man woke up and wanted to run, the mop in Yang Xiaonian's hand had already hit his back. The man staggered forward, but just happened to grab Ruan Fengling who was standing behind their group.

   Ruan Fengling originally saw these young people come in with watermelon knives to cut Yang Xiaonian, and came over to inform Yang Xiaonian in panic. Who knew that these people ran faster than her, and rushed past her with high fighting spirit, but they were beaten by Yang Xiaonian with a mop and they were defeated.

She was clinging to the wall with a face of panic and surprise with her mouth open, watching Yang Xiaonian perform. How could she know that a young man was smashed by Yang Xiaonian with a mop and staggered to her side, reached out and grabbed it She grabbed her arm, and pressed the watermelon knife in her hand to Ruan Fengling's neck.

   "Ah..." Ruan Fengling cried out in fright, and the young man said to Yang Xiaonian with a pale face, "You...don't come here. If you take one step further, I'll...I'll..."

Yang Xiaonian couldn't help stunned when he saw Ruan Fengling's slender and white neck with a watermelon knife, and then looked at the "kidnapper" who was trembling all over, and threw away the mop in his hand with a clang. , said with a sneer: "Let her go, I promise to let you get out, otherwise..."

   That guy is like someone who fell into the water and was about to drown. He managed to grab a life-saving straw. How dare he let go so easily? He just shouted and shouted: "Don't come here, don't come here... or I will kill her..." He shouted while dragging Ruan Fengling back.

   Every time he took a step back, Yang Xiaonian followed and kept a certain distance from him. The man didn't look at the watermelon knife in his hand and the hostage in his hand, but his face was panic, and the **** Jing stared at Yang Xiaonian with high tension. How could there be any success in the 'kidnapping'?

   He didn't dare to turn his head to look behind him at all, he was stepping back, but his feet just happened to step on the head of the middle-aged man who was first kicked by Yang Xiaonian on the ground.

  's round head made this guy's body sway, if his hand was still tightly grasping Ruan Fengling's arm, he would have fallen to the ground at once.

   "Ah..." The young man exclaimed and lowered his head, the watermelon knife in his hand turned with his body, leaving the gap in Ruan Fengling's neck with a punch.

At this moment, Yang Xiaonian rushed up like lightning, and inserted one hand between the watermelon knife and Ruan Fengling's neck along the blade of the watermelon knife, and the other hand went in between Ruan Fengling and the young man, and hugged him. She took Ruan Fengling's body and turned for half a circle. She felt a burning pain in her left arm. Yang Xiaonian kicked her right leg back by feeling, and heard an ooh, the young man. He threw the watermelon knife, and squatted down slowly with his hands clasping his crotch. His face had turned sallow, and pea-sized sweatdrops generally rolled down from his forehead.

   Holding the soft and sweet body in his arms, and staring at Ruan Fengling's diamond-shaped lips that look like a certain woman, Yang Xiaonian couldn't help but feel a little lost...