Chapter 0017 Sending You to Hell

　　Zhao Ke had something on his mind, he didn't pay attention to who was behind him for a moment, at this time, he was violently slapped on the shoulder, the person didn't turn around, and backhanded an over-the-shoulder drop. 　　"Ah!!!" 　　A scream, only to see a white group in front of Zhao Guest flew past in front of him, as if all the time was frozen, surrounded by a pair of eyes, staring at the woman who flew up in the air. 　　Suspended white dress, fluttering and scattered long black hair, messy with a little bit of spontaneous and unrestrained, like a fairy. 　　Especially the pink lace exposed in the air, black blades of grass in the edge of the lace hidden, up to the big mom, down to the small children, all see clearly. 　　"Bang ...... bam ......" 　　A loud bang, the crowd subconsciously closed their eyes, and then a look at the ground woman posed in a big word lying there, the pain of hoarse grin, cloaked hair, reached out in the air and grabbed a few times, and then the whole person curled up in a ball, from the beginning to the end, and even a sentence can not be said out, obviously was dropped enough to suffer. 　　"You!" 　　After looking clearly at the woman in front of him, Zhao Ke froze and was a bit surprised, and hurriedly stepped forward to help the woman up, it was good that he just reflexively, instinctively struck out, and didn't use all his strength. 　　Otherwise with his own strength now, in lying on the ground, either crippled, or a corpse, but even so, this time is also enough to choke. 　　Just see Zhao guest to help the woman up, obviously consciousness has not yet recovered, but the black bright hair, with that white as sheep fat like face, exquisite features, so that many people present in the heart secretly heartache on a hand. 　　A good goddess was actually treated with such violence, and there were even people who couldn't hold back and started to berate Zhao Ke. 　　"You people are sick, right, even women are beaten, right, talking about you, where do you put your claws, quickly let go." The one who spoke was a middle-aged man who was almost forty years old, wearing big pants and a small undershirt, stepping out. 　　Although he was accusing Zhao Ke, his eyes were fixed on the breasts of the woman in Zhao Ke's arms, with lewd little eyes, and he couldn't help but think of the pink lace that was just there, and he felt a burst of fire in his dantian. 　　When he saw that the woman in Zhao Ke's arms seemed to have fainted, Fan Jian's eyes lit up, his lewd eyes seemed to see some kind of opportunity, and he stepped forward: 　　"Nowadays young people ah, how even a little bit of morality is not there, really ...... girl you fall pain, is there anything, do not do the ground, quickly get up." 　　Fan Jian said to reach out and want to pull, see Zhao Ke a frown, the woman to his arms, body a twist, with the body to block the hand of Fan Jian, cold eyes looked at this middle-aged man, cold: "Get lost!" 　　The hand he laid down, how much force he used, Zhao Ke knew better than anyone else, the woman in his arms now was just dizzy, resting for a while would be good, there was no need for anyone to come and help. 　　"You!" 　　Fan Jian's face changed, stared by Zhao Ke's sharp eyes in his heart for a while, simply legged it up a step, backed himself into the crowd, shouted: "Playing the hooligan is still so arrogant, really shameless, everyone come and see ah, playing the hooligan." Some people who do not know the truth, after hearing Fan Jian's words, they really thought that someone was playing a hooligan, only to see more and more people, the condemnation is getting louder and louder, all kinds of obscenities, cursing everything, and even some people have been unable to restrain themselves, wanting to go up and pull Zhao Ke away. 　　All of a sudden the surrounding messy mess, many people gathered around, there are men and women, a burst of cynicism, but also blame Zhao Ke to hold people in his arms is playing a hooligan. 　　Some people even took out their cell phones ready to shoot video, the chaotic noise and accusations, let Zhao Ke heart more and more impatient. 　　Especially Fan Jian himself, standing on the side, didn't dare to go forward, but hid in the crowd, constantly cursing and inciting the crowd. 　　"Yes, that's him, playing a hooligan in public, and now he's still hugging someone and not letting go, this kind of person should beat him to death." 　　Zhao Ke turned his gaze back to stare at the middle-aged man for half a day, his shadowy eyes, making the middle-aged man feel a wave of hair all over his body, and he didn't know why he always felt hairy in his heart. 　　"Ouch!" 　　At this time, the woman in Zhao Ke's arms gradually woke up, rubbing her head and looking up to see the surrounding, she was instantly startled, her professional instincts instantly made her choose to put her hand to protect Zhao Ke's body. 　　"What are you guys doing?" 　　The woman's reaction made the crowd a little unexpected, only to hear her continue, "Never seen a boyfriend and girlfriend fight, what are you looking at, disperse!" 　　"odinger ......" 　　Hearing the relationship between male and female friends, before wanting to come up to help a few people, suddenly look a little embarrassed, originally good intentions to help, did not think that instead fell outside the people. 　　"Bah, show love on the street, think you die fast." 　　Seeing that he didn't get to see a good show, Fan Jian couldn't help but curse and quickly mix in the crowd to leave. 　　"Go!" 　　Seeing that the surrounding crowd dispersed, the woman pulled Zhao Ke's hand and headed out, not stopping until she was some way out of the restaurant, rubbing her head and saying, "You hit too hard." 　　After Zhao Ke took a look at the injury on her head, which wasn't anything serious, his face darkened and he turned around with the intention of leaving. 　　"Ugh ugh ugh ugh, you fell on me so hard and I even helped you out, you don't even say a word of apology?" 　　"Next time, don't slap me from behind." 　　Zhao Ke's pace lurched and he said without looking back, he hated people appearing behind him, and even more so, he hated people going to tap him on the shoulder. 　　"Then you don't leave either, how is your illness, last time I told you, the method of sleeping in a coffin is still good, right?" 　　The woman quickly caught up with her, looking like she didn't feel angry at all because Zhao Ke had taken a shot at her, but instead was more concerned about Zhao Ke's condition. 　　This woman's profession was that of a psychiatrist, called Wang Na, and she was considered a little known psychiatrist in the area, and the reason why Zhao Ke slept in a coffin was her attention. 　　However, counting, he only went there a few times before and after, and then after the symptoms of the disease stabilized, he stopped going. 　　I didn't expect to run into each other here today, and make such a big misunderstanding. 　　"Just now so many people duty you and you haven't had an attack yet, it seems that your illness has indeed recovered, so let's make an appointment to go to my place to confirm the diagnosis." 　　"No go!" 　　Zhao Ke was very direct and resolute, not because of the high treatment fee there, but he couldn't stand being treated like a guinea pig for people to observe to and fro. 　　"It's fine if you don't go, you leave me an address, I'll look for you when I'm fine." 　　Although she was coldly rejected by Zhao Ke, Wang Na didn't seem to give up just like that and pestered Zhao Ke for an address. 　　Zhao Ke was so pestered by her that he lost his temper, and most weekly told him the address of his restaurant, before he bid farewell to Wang Na and left. 　　"The Heavenly King covers the earth, the Jade Emperor ......" 　　Fan Jian hummed a little song, walked out from the mouth of the market, and on his way out, he did not forget to smooth two cucumbers on a stall where he bought vegetables, and ate them with flavor. 　　A thought of the party, in the noodle shop, their own call for the feeling, Fan Jian also can not help but feel the whole body blood boiling, a big kind of self-expansion feeling, intends to go back to write this thing published in their microblogging. 　　But on second thought, the thought of that pair of white and tender long legs, that a touch of pink lace, Fan Jian heart and feel a burst of itching, secretly cursed: "Bah, bitch, good cabbage, have to go to the pig arch." 　　Fan Jian walked, suddenly saw the corn planted in the ground aside, his eyes lit up, looked around, no one was around, so he tiptoed in, casually set up two corn, and when he turned around, he only saw that a person was behind him. 　　"You!" 　　Fan Jian's eyes glared, an ominous premonition surged to his heart, was about to open his mouth to shout at someone, only to see that the person who came suddenly grabbed Fan Jian by the throat with one hand, five fingers were like iron clamps tightly stuck on Fan Jian's throat bone, making Fan Jian's chest breath, even his breath couldn't be gasped up. 　　"Mouth and tongue provoking, you deserve to go to the Hell of Tongue Pulling!" 　　The voice fell, only to see the hand stuck on Fan Jian's throat quickly move upwards, pinching open Fan Jian's mouth, and in the other hand, a black dagger appeared out of nowhere. 　　"Giggle!" 　　After a rustling sound in the cornfield, it quickly quieted down, and it wasn't long before a motorcycle was seen, quickly leaving along the path. 　　In the lush cornfield, only a streak of blood was left behind outside, as well as a few pieces of corn that had been broken off, the rest left nothing behind.