A bang.

to the surprise of many passengers on the bus, the fist of the bus wolf did not hit Xiao Yi's handsome face, but was firmly held in Xiao Yi's palm.

Wei desecrates the man only to feel that his fist is tightly clasped by an iron hoop, and he can't get out of Xiao Yi's palm even if he tries his best.

"Cao, your grandma is a bear! Damn it! "

just for such a moment, Xiao Yi holds both wolf claws tightly. How can the bus wolf not be depressed? In the mouth resentful scolds unceasingly, the foot already was mercilessly toward Xiao Yi kicked a foot....