Flying Bear Lin turned around and asked, "What?"

Mr. Wuwu San said: "I heard that you came to Lingshui to avenge your father! This is the wrong person! Your father Fei Xiongwei is not slaughtered by Zhou Gongzi!"

Fei Xiong Lin said: "How can you see it?

Mr. Wuwu said angrily: "Since I said that I would not be slaughtered for Zhou Gongzi, naturally I would not be slaughtered for him! Even if it was really slaughtered for him, I said that it was not, then it can't be counted!

Flying Bear Lin thought to himself, "This is really a barbaric statement!"

Then he said: "Father's hatred is not shared with the sky, although the immortal skills of the Flying Bear Forest are low, but even if he is scattered and his bones are broken, he should avenge this deep revenge!

Mr. Wu Wu was happy and said: "Your father is not slaughtered for my son, for whom, what does it matter to me? I said that your father was not slaughtered by Zhou Gongzi, most of you don't want to believe it! Okay, even if I slaughter it! You want revenge, come at me!"

Fei Xionglin's face was silver, and he said: "Killing my father's hatred, is it child's play? Mr. San, I know that I am not your opponent, if you want to slaughter, you will slaughter, you will slaughter me, but you can't!"

Flying Bear Lin was so angry that his chest was about to explode, but he said that he stepped forward desperately in a fit of anger, but he didn't dare after all, standing on the ground, in a dilemma, so embarrassed!

Mr. Wu said happily: "With your Lao Tzu Fei Xiong Wei's little bit of physical skills, how can I bother Brother Zhou? Zhou Gongzi's physical skills are ten times higher than mine, think about it yourself, is Fei Xiong Wei also worthy of him to do it himself?"

Before Fei Xiong Lin could answer, the carefree passerby had already drawn his blade and said loudly: "Without my third gentleman, Mr. Fei Xiong Wei is my mentor, I don't allow you to insult his reputation after his death!"

Mr. Wuwu said happily: "You are a spy who has infiltrated the White Bear Sect and steals immortals, what do you care about the gossip next door?"

The carefree passerby said loudly: "The Flying Bear Immortal Master treats me to the fullest extent of benevolence and righteousness, and the worry-free passerby is ashamed and cannot be repaid, and today he died to maintain the reputation of the ancestor master, and slightly reduce my sin of deceiving him!

Mr. Wuwu said happily: "Mr. Wuwu San will never admit his mistakes in his life, never apologize, and he knows that he is wrong, and he will die to the end with a mouth! Feixiong has no good reputation before his health, and he is afraid that his reputation will be worse after death! This kind of person should have been slaughtered a long time ago, slaughtered well! Slaughtered well!"

The carefree passerby shouted angrily: "You send your sword!"

Mr. Wuwu said happily: "The sons and apprentices of Feixiong Wei are all for such a batch of pus-filled goods, except for the hidden arrows that hurt people, they will not do anything!"

The carefree passerby shouted: "Look at the move!" A move "Heaven and Earth", the golden cone in the right hand and the small hammer in the right hand, attacked him at the same time!

Mr. Wu didn't get up, his right sleeve waved out, and a strong wind rushed towards the door in front of him!

Worry-free passer-by but feeling suffocated, leaning to dodge! Without me Mr. San's right foot hooked, worry-free passerby fell to the ground!

Mr. No-Three kicked out with his right foot, hit him in the arm, and kicked him straight out of the hall!

The carefree passerby turned in the air, landed on his shoulders, turned over and stood up as soon as he touched it, rushed into the hall on stilts, and poked the cone into the chest of Mr. Wusan!

Mr. Wu stretched out his palm and grabbed his wrist, threw him high with a flick, and slammed it into the beam with a loud bang!

Mr. Wuwu frowned and said, "You really don't know what to do, can't I kill you?"

The carefree passerby shouted, "You're going to kill me—"

Mr. Wu Wu stretched out his arms, grabbed his hands and sent them forward, clicked twice, and the arm bones of the arms of the carefree passer-by were broken, followed by an awl poked at his left shoulder, a hammer on his right shoulder, and his shoulders were dripping with blood!

He was seriously injured this time, and although he still wanted to fight hard, he was already weak!

The White Bear Sect looked at each other, not knowing whether they should come forward to rescue him! But seeing that he risked his life in order to maintain the reputation of the ancestor master, it was indeed not false, but the hatred for him was also half gone!

Tian Tian Ganfeng had been watching from the side pavilion, silent, and then suddenly interjected: "Uncle Flying Bear, Uncle Worry-free, if my Lingshui Zhou clan really slaughters Mr. Flying Bear, how can I leave you alive? If my third brother wants to kill you all, I am afraid that it is not difficult, at least he does not have to save Uncle Flying Bear's life! Miss Piaoxiang will not save Uncle Flying Bear again and again! Who did you hurt Mr. Flying Bear, you still want to go back and investigate carefully!"

Flying Bear Lin thought that this was very reasonable, so he wanted to say a few words to explain!

Mr. Wu said angrily: "This is my sweet and sweet sister's forest, the master has issued an order to expel the guests, do you know what to do?"

Fei Xionglin said: "Okay!

Nod slightly, let's go out!

The white bird saw that Mr. Wu San's physical skills were strong and treacherous, and he wanted to get acquainted with this strange person in the world of gods and demons, and he also had the immortal science of the fragrance master in his chest, and his covetous heart was also unwilling to accept it, so he stood up and wanted to speak!

Mr. Wuwu said loudly: "White Bird Chaotian, I tell you, your pus-filled fairy brother Jiaoyan, if he practices for another thirty years, he is not worthy of Zhou Gongzi to cut him a spirit knife! After another hundred and eighty years of practice, Zhou Gongzi will not bother to cut his four spirits! I don't allow you to say a word, get out of here quickly!"

The white bird was stunned for a moment, his face was silver, and he reached out and pressed the handle of the Ling Knife!

Mr. Wu Wu said: "You little bit of immortal art, Hugh will make a pot in front of me! I tell you to get out of here, you will get out of here, how can there be room for the second sentence to speak?"

Jiaoyan Jiazhai group of thieves threw the flying bear forest with a shadowless spirit knife, and the blades in their hands were taken down by Mr. Wuwu San, piled up at his feet, seeing that he insulted the white bird to the sky, they all started to fight, just for the bare hands, but they were like no minions!

Mr. Wu Wu three haha, the right foot kicked continuously, each kick on the handle of the spirit knife, more than ten shadowless spirit knives flew up one after another, and shot towards the Jiaoyan family group, just to cast very slowly!

Qunhao took it casually, as soon as the spirit knife was in his hands, he was stunned, it was really convenient to receive this spirit knife, it was obvious that the other party deliberately sent it to him, and then he couldn't help but think that he could make it so convenient for himself to receive the spirit knife, and he could also make it extremely difficult for him to receive the spirit knife, and even the tip of the spirit knife turned and inserted into his body, it was not surprising!

The human god of war crab held the handle of the spirit knife, but his expression was extremely embarrassed!

Mr. Wuwu said: "The white bird is facing the sky, can you get out?"

The white bird said bitterly to the sky: "Mr. Wu has the grace to save his life in the white bird to the sky, and my life is all given by Your Excellency! Your Excellency has a life, you should obey it, and take your leave!"

As he spoke, he bowed, waved his right hand, and said, "Let's go, everyone!"

Mr. Wuwu said: "I want you to get out, not to tell you to go out!"

The white bird was stunned and said, "I don't understand the meaning of Mr. Wume!"

Mr. Wuwu said: "Get out of the way, do you want to get out of the way?"

The white bird thought to himself that this person was strange, crazy, unreasonable, and didn't say much at the moment, so he walked quickly towards the hall door!

Mr. Wu Wu shouted: "True and false, true and false! This is for walking, for running, for walking, for running, in short, not for rolling!"

The body swayed, and he had been deceived by the white bird behind him, and his right hand reached out and grabbed the back of his neck! The white bird hit his right elbow against the sky, and without me Mr. San's right hand was raised, the white bird was off the ground, and the right elbow fell into the air!

Mr. Wuwu San's right hand grabbed his hind buttocks and lifted it, and shouted: "My sweet and sweet girl's forest, how can you come when you say come, go when you say, it's so easy?

As soon as his hands were sent, the white bird rolled out with a huge body on the ground!

The white bird Chaotian has been sealed by his hand, unable to stand, like a big rotting corpse Gu pillar rolled straight to the door, fortunately, the door of the hall is very wide, will not hit the head and feet, and roll out!

The group of thieves in Jiaoyan Village shouted, chased him out, and picked him up! The white bird said to the sky: "Hurry up, go quickly!"

Everyone is swarming away!

She lifted her skirt and ran straight down the street. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

She kept saying, "The Southerners are coming! The Southerners are coming!"

It's as if you're beating your footsteps.

The town was crowded with people, running around blindly, while military vehicles, ambulances, ox carts, and unicorn carts full of wounded soldiers were huddled together.

There was an earth-shattering noise in the crowd, rolling in like angry waves.

Then she saw a strange scene of great incongruity.

Huge groups of women hurried around them.

Young lads lug bags of corn and sweet potatoes. An old man struggles along the way with a cart pushing a bag of flour.

Men, women, and children, luminous and insect spirits, all ran and ran with nervous expressions, dragging bags and bags and bags of food - so much food she hadn't seen in a whole year.

At this moment the crowd suddenly made way for a crooked unicorn cart, and the weak and elegant Madame Fava Bean came over, standing in front of her four-wheeled unicorn cart, holding the reins in one hand and the whip in the other.

She wore no hat on her head, her face was pale, her long blue hair hung down on her back, and she ran like a nemesis, whipping a unicorn.

Melissie, the godmother of her luminous man, sat in the back seat, clutching a piece of fat bacon in one hand, and holding the boxes and pockets piled around with the other hand and feet to prevent them from falling.

A bag of dried beans cracked, and beans were scattered into the street. Clumsy screamed at Mrs. Broad Bean, but the noise around her drowned out her voice, and the unicorn cart staggered past.

I don't know what's going on.

She was confused for a while, but later, remembering that the warehouse of the supply and marketing department was next to the Huojiao steam car track in front, she realized that it was the army that opened the warehouse and asked people to salvage some food as much as possible before the southerners came.

She squeezed her way through the crowd, past the frenzied crowd in the open space of Five Points, and ran across a short street as fast as she could, toward the station.

She saw the doctors and stretcher workers busy carrying the wounded soldiers through the huddled ambulances and clouds of dust.

Thank God, she quickly found Dr. Raccoon. She walked past the Fengyun Valley Hotel, and could already see the entire station and the Huojiao steam car track in front of her, and she suddenly stopped, completely frightened.

Hundreds of wounded, shoulder to shoulder, head to foot, lay in rows under the scorching sun, along the tracks and sidewalks of the Huojiao steam car, under the canopy, and stretched endlessly.

Some lay quietly and stiffly, while others crouched in the sun and groaned.

Everywhere there were swarms of flies flying over their heads, crawling around in their faces, buzzing.

Everywhere there was blood, filthy bandages, lamentations, and shrill curses from the pain of the stretcher bearers as they moved.

The smell of blood, sweat, unwashed bodies and feces rose in bursts of hot mist, and Clumsy couldn't help but gag.

Hospital personnel in ambulances scurried around among the lying wounded, often stepping on the wounded who were too closely aligned, and those who were being stepped on had to roll their eyes sluggishly and wait for someone to carry them.

Clumsy felt like she was about to vomit.

She covered her mouth with her hand and took two steps back, she really didn't dare to go any further. She had come into contact with many wounded soldiers in the hospital, and she had seen some of them in the grass of Aunt Xianyu'er's house in the Battle of Lingshugou, but she had never seen such a scene.

She had never seen these bloodied and foul-smelling bodies roasted in the scorching sun.

It's a hell of pain, stench, noise, and hectic -- hectic, hectic!

The Southerners are coming!

She shrugged her shoulders and pulled herself together, walking towards the hectic and miserable scene, her eyes wide open to recognize Dr. Raccoon from those who were walking.

But she found that she could not find him, because if she was not careful, she would step on a poor wounded soldier.

She had to lift her skirt and move step by step among the men, walking towards a group of stretchers who were directing the stretchers.

As she walked, hot hands pulled at her skirt one after another, and one after another hissed voices shouted: "Madame, water! Please, give me some water! For God's sake, give me some water!"

She was trying to pull the skirt out of that hand with all her might, and she was already sweating. If she stepped on someone on the ground, she would scream in fright and even faint.

She stepped over the dead with her forefeet, over the uniforms whose eyes had lost their luster but whose hands were still clutched to their stomachs and stuck to their wounds, over whose beards dipped in blood had hardened but whose jaws were still shaking when they had crushed them - they seemed to be shouting, "Water!

If she didn't find Dr. Raccoon soon, she would have screamed wildly.

She looked at the group under the canopy and shouted with all her might, "Doctor Raccoon! Is Doctor Raccoon there?"

A man from the group came out and looked at her.

It was the doctor, he had no coat on him, and his sleeves were rolled up high.

His shirt and pants were red like slaughter clothes, and even the tips of his iron-blue beard were stained with blood.

The expression on his face showed that he was deeply immersed in feelings of exhaustion and anger and warm sympathy.

The face was purple and dusty, and sweat cut long grooves on his cheeks. Yet when he called out to her, the voice was calm and resolute.

"You came, thank God. I'm in need of manpower. She stared at him in confusion for a moment, and quickly put down the skirt she was carrying. (To be continued.) )