The endless softness of himself was unconscious, and there was an endless sharp pain in his waist, accompanied by the smell of burning.

"Ahh

Jin Feng bit the tip of his tongue and let out a tiger roar!

Struggled to lift half an inch of the girder, and forcibly exerted force, little by little, little by little, inch by inch, inch by inch.

I can't let go, and once I let go, the girder will fall on the woman in white.

She was absolutely burned and disfigured, burned and deformed. Or even stoned to death.

Pushing off the beams, Jin Feng lay on the ground weakly, his body twitched rhythmlessly, soaking wet, and the pain was heartbreaking.

There was a burst of burnt barbecue smell from behind, and the whole body was like someone was ruthlessly cutting their own flesh with a knife, slashing after knife, as if they were Ling Chi, and it hurt into the bone marrow.

Every nerve in the whole body was constantly burned by people with 100,000 volts of high-voltage electricity, and even the soul was burning wildly.

His hands trembled incessantly, and it was extremely difficult to breathe.

In the raging fire, the woman in white quietly turned her head to look at Jin Feng.

Two flames reflected in the eyes of the woman in white, and those eyes were full of shock, doubt, and gratitude.

On the roof, the burned lattice kept falling and smashed beside the woman in white, Jin Feng's mouth was full of blood, he took a sip lightly, and moved his body to the woman in white with difficulty.

The woman in white looked at Jin Feng in a daze, with a sense of disbelief and shock in her eyes, and a deep emotion.

Jin Feng dragged the woman in white up, and it took a lot of strength to hold her in his arms.

struggled to walk out step by step, and the blood in his mouth dripped on the face of the woman in white like a thread.

The woman in white looked at Jin Feng quietly, and the red blood invaded her face, neck, and lips through the white cotton underwear.

This scene, the woman in white will live forever and never dare to forget!

Three seconds after leaving the kitchen, there was a series of muffled rumbling sounds, and the entire kitchen could no longer withstand the raging flames of rage, and all of them collapsed like a mountain.

And Jin Feng also knelt down at this moment, still holding the woman in white without moving in his hands.

At this moment, what the woman in white saw was a majestic mountain with eternal majesty.

Even if you kneel, it's a green mountain!

I never thought that there was such a man in this world, in such a critical situation, he would disregard his life and death to save an irrelevant self.

Even in the daytime, I still looked down on this mountain moving dog man from my heart.

And just a dozen hours later, this man did his best to save himself.

In an instant, a line of tears slipped from the corners of the eyes of the woman in white, hot and scorching.

After half a ring, the woman in white recovered under the treatment of her junior brother Zhang Ling, hurriedly took out the ointment she had prepared, and began to administer first aid to Old Man Kuang.

Old man Kuang was beaten by Zhao Jianbo and others during the day, and it was even worse when he met Zhao Jianbo and set fire to it at night.

Now the old man Kuang is dying, and his life is almost cut off.

The woman in white kept squeezing the old man's chest and lungs, and the little Taoist priest couldn't stop giving the old man Kuang a drink.

Seeing that Old Man Kuang didn't react, the woman in white took out a needle and pierced Old Man Kuang's acupoint, but still didn't revive Old Man Kuang.

The woman in white couldn't help but feel sad, shook her head weakly, and sat down down, sad.

Zhang Ling, who lived for the rest of his life after the disaster, looked at the old man Kuang blankly, tears flowed out, and he cried sadly while holding the old man's corpse.

At this time, a person appeared beside the senior sister and brother.

A black, swollen hand grabbed half of Zhang Ling's hair and threw it aside. The man squatted in front of Old Man Kuang, holding a black three-inch needle in his hand, ripped open Old Man Kuang's clothes, and pierced Old Man Kuang's heart with a needle.

The needle stopped at an inch and seven, and the black hand trembled and twisted, followed by the right palm turned up, and was flat on the chest of the old man Kuang, and pressed down hard.

With his left hand, he pinched the needle and dropped it again, and his right palm followed suit.

After doing it several times in a row, the man took down the milli needle that the woman in white had left on Old Man Kuang's body and pierced it into Old Man Kuang's right chest and lung.

The woman in white and the little Taoist priest Zhang Ling were stunned for a moment.

This man is Jin Feng.

Jin Feng's two hands were swollen and almost completely deformed. However, even with a pair of black and swollen hands, they are surprisingly calm when using the millineedle.

Whether it is the positioning of the acupuncture points or the grasp of the acupuncture, it is beyond imagination and stability.

One stitch after another, more than 30 stitches in a row, and the cooperation of the other hand, made the senior sister and brother completely stunned.

I have never seen such a strange formation, nor have I ever seen such a mysterious acupuncture.

When the last stitch went down, Jin Feng screamed, pulled up the old man Kuang, and shouted.

The jet-black needle stabbed into the back of Old Man Kuang like lightning, and slapped it down.

"Uh-wow-"

Old man Kuang opened his big mouth, spit out a few mouthfuls of black and gray thick phlegm, took a long breath, and fell to the ground softly.

When the scene came out, the little Taoist priest next to him, Zhang Ling, and the woman in white were shocked, and they couldn't believe their eyes.

And Jin Feng, who had done all this, had blood on his mouth and nose, accompanied by a black and distorted face, like a hellish demon, terrifying and terrifying.

"If there are any last words, say it quickly. Old man Kwong won't survive tonight. ”

"There's only so much I can do. ”

After saying this, Jin Feng spat out a mouthful of black blood, twisted his body with difficulty, moved his fingers, and lay on the ground.

When the woman in white saw Jin Feng's back, she couldn't help but bite her lip tightly.

The flesh was blurred and charred.

The two young men next to him took the silver wine jug and poured it on Jin Feng's back, and the painful Jin Feng gritted his steel teeth, his hands were stuck into the dirt, and his body trembled violently.

The pain of sucking on the wound while having strong liquor on the wound is difficult to describe even in the most tragic words.

After washing the wound and applying black ointment and wrapping gauze, Jin Feng gritted his teeth and sat up, struggling to get up in front of everyone.

"If you want to live, hurry up. ”

Zhang Ling, who escaped death, and the woman in white listened to Jin Feng's words and immediately left Jincheng and returned to Maoshan.

Before leaving, Zhang Ling got out of the car, handed Jin Feng a bottle of ointment and said softly, "My senior sister gave it to you." She said she thanked you. ”

Jin Feng didn't answer, and said coldly: "You Maoshan faction's cause and effect Lao Tzu is not touched. ”

"Yangguan Road single-plank bridges, irrelevant to each other!"

"Get out!"

Jin Feng's words startled Zhang Ling, his mouth was glutinous and squirming, and tears were rolling in his eyes.

hated Jin Feng fiercely, Zhang Ling turned his head to wipe his tears, trotted into the car, and closed the door heavily.

Jin Feng turned around, took Wu Baiming and Zhang Silong to carry the corpses onto the Land Rover, and buckled the seat belts decently.

There was a man kneeling on the ground, who kept kowtowing to Old Man Kuang, and screaming frantically for mercy.

Old man Kuang, who was already dying, looked at Zhao Jianbo coldly without any pity, and his old hand slowly stretched out to his most convenient bird musket.

The fire behind him had been slowly extinguished, but it was still terrifyingly hot.

From time to time, crackling sparks splashed in the air, bursting like fireworks, and the lingering smell of gasoline.

"Bang!"

After a gunshot, Zhao Jianbo fell to the ground covered in blood, his whole face became like a bloody hole, and the whole person became a cake sprinkled with sesame seeds.

Red blood flowed out of Zhao Jianbo's eyes, and he couldn't stop picking at his eyes and face while struggling all over the ground, and his body kept rolling and twisting on the ground.

Jin Feng and the three of them lit cigarettes and quietly looked at Zhao Jianbo, who was wailing like a ghost, and their faces were cold and they didn't care.

Zhang Silong couldn't stop shaking with a cigarette in his hand, don't look over his head and couldn't bear to look at it, but in the next second, he was forced by Wu Baiming to press his head and turn around.

On the way to hunt for treasure in Antarctica, Zhang Silong saw the viciousness of Jin Feng killing four people with one shot, and here, he witnessed Jin Feng's most tyrannical cruelty.

In his heart, Jin Feng's demon-like image has long been deeply rooted, and from now on, Jin Feng will be the sum of his Zhang Silong's biggest demons and fears.

Even if one day, Zhang Silong became the Taoist of the world, he couldn't solve this fearful demon.