MTL - 80’s Sweet Marriage: Struggle for a Good Life

There are two sixth-graders holding on to Li Siwang's shoulders and twisting his arms behind his back.

The other went around behind him, holding Li Siwang's hair forcing him to lift his head.

There is a worse one behind. He even kicked Li Siwang's knee socket vigorously, and Li Siwang's knee knuckled heavily on the ground.

But Li Siwang gritted his teeth, and he was kneeled on one knee after being pinched, and then he struggled and stood up again.

Chen Fugui sneered: "What's so tough on you. Today I will let you know that the mouth is harder than a wooden stick and the hand is harder than a bench."

Talking, Chen Fugui suddenly lifted the wooden stick in his hand and slammed it on Li Siwang's rib.

There was a slamming sound, Li Siwang gritted his teeth and didn't scream, but he was so painful that his eyes were black and his breathing was slow.

And Chen Fugui looked at the wooden stick in his hand and lifted it up again, this time it was slammed from the top to the top of Li Siwang.

One sixth-grader holding Li Siwang was startled. For fear that Chen Fugui's men were not insignificant, he killed Li Siwang. So he unconsciously released his hand.

Li Siwang broke free at the critical moment, shaken his arm and twisted his body.

Although the wooden stick was still hit on the head after half a shot later, it did not smash. The oblique angle hit the forehead and the wooden stick broke.

Blood, flowing along Li Siwang's hair on his face, flowing around the corners of his eyes and nose, seemed to draw a red mark on his face.

Li Siwang shook his head, shook off the blood on his eyelashes, exploded again, and threw Chen Fugui to the ground.

One punch, two punches, three punches ... five punches ...

Li Siwang raised his small fist and greeted Chen Fugui's face fiercely, smashing Chen Fugui's mouth and nose, his eyes were dark.

Several sixth grade students rushed forward in an attempt to pull Li Siwang away from Chen Fugui.

But Li Siwang was just like crazy, holding Chen Fugui's collar to death and letting go, his fist turned harder.

A sixth-year fat man made a fierce come, pulled a chair by his hands, raised his head and smashed at Li Siwang.

The first time he hit Li Siwang's back, Li Siwang shook his body and stopped.

Li Si looked at the blood-soaked eyes, looked back coldly, and scared the little fat man.

Li Siwang immediately returned his hand and punched him. He directly turned Chen Fugui's eyes white and passed out.

"He, he's crazy." "Great, scary." "Run!"

The rest of the sixth graders were terrified, and no one dared to take any more action, turning around and running outside.

Li Siwang gritted his teeth, clenched his fists and walked step by step towards the fat man who was still holding the chair, his eyes were fierce and aggressive.

"You, don't come over." The fat man stammered, the chair in his hand became his only amulet.

When Li Siwang took another step forward, the fat man was frightened and smashed the chair in his hand, and turned and ran.

Li Siwang shook her body, but she had already reached the end of her crossbow.

Seeing that the chair was flying towards him, he couldn't even react to the reaction. He just wanted to close his eyes and forget about each other.

"Brother." An immature and anxious cry came, and a small figure flew forward and crashed into Li Siwang's arms.

A pair of small hands hugged Li Siwang's waist tightly, and the immature spine blocked in front of Li Siwang without fear of pain.