Xiaoman

Holding Liu Xiaoman behind his back with his hands, the path under his feet is limited, so he can only fall away from him and use his shoulders to resist the ball.

The right half of his body followed the inertial force, and when he was looking for a fulcrum, he slammed his arm on the protruding corner of the "Knowledge Road".

"Crack."

Xia Liang felt that he heard a slight and crisp sound.

If it wasn't from the stone, it should be from his bones.

"Fuck." He frowned fiercely, pushed Liu Xiaoman away, and held his numb right arm.

"Damn it! Xia Liang, are you alright?" The grandson who threw the ball also flew over bluffing. He really didn't expect Xia Liang to be unable to dodge the ball. He was relieved when he saw that he didn't hit his head. He grabbed his forearm with a heavy hand.

Xia Liang was still numb at first, but after being pulled by him like this, the painful nerves in his arm seemed to be awakened, the pain was so painful that his forehead was pulled out in cold sweat.

He cursed again, raised his left elbow and hit the man hard.

It happened to be on the fork of the ribs, and the man bent down clutching his ribs with an "ooh--", howling louder than him.

"Are you fucking blind?!" Xia Liang glared at him irritably.