- Just now, taking advantage of the moment when Gao Qian's spirit was paralyzed by severe pain, Fang Wu untied the corset strap and tied a slipknot to tie Gao Qian's neck. At this time, for Fang Wu, there was only one such opportunity!

Although Gao Qian was blinded by the servitude and his strength was greatly reduced, Fang Wu had also suffered serious internal injuries at this time.

In the midst of the swelling battle just now, although Fang Wu raised his sleeves in time to cover his eyes and avoid being harmed, he couldn't stop Gao Qian's slap on his chest. That palm made Fang Wu cough up blood again and again, so that although Gao Qian was blind, if it was time for a direct confrontation, Fang Wu would still not be an opponent.

At this critical juncture, the inquiry of the second child in the shop outside the door came in, which also had two completely different meanings for the two people on the main street in the house.

Gao Qian's whole person was lying on the ground by Fang Wuwei, but he got a force from nowhere at this time, and struggled violently. Of course, he wanted to make more noise, to attract people outside to push the door and see something strange inside.

Fang Wu tightened the cloth belt in his hand even harder, not only did he not want to strangle Gao Qian from opening his throat to let out a trace of roar, but he also tried his best to strangle him directly. If he doesn't die, both himself and Cen Chi will die.

Hearing the sound of inquiry outside the door, Fang Wuquan at this time had no intention of making up any words, there was only a killing intent in his mind to support his already exhausted body, and when he started to speak, this sharp momentum was also somewhat revealed.

"Don't disturb Lao Tzu's drinking, get out!"

There was a sudden roar in the guest room, and the shopkeeper outside the door was terrified.

The shopkeeper doesn't care much about the yelling and scolding of the guests, which is something that is often encountered when serving guests. If you like to care about this in your character, then what else do you do? The little second brother just heard something else from the roar.

Where is this drinking? It's a momentum that seems to be pouring people to death!

The shopkeeper licked his lips that were a little dry and peeling, calmed his mind down, and patiently asked again: "Do you really need anything?" There seems to be someone drunk in the small guest room, and the small shop can also provide hangover soup ......"

Fang Wu's roar, in addition to scaring the people outside the door, also woke up Cen Chi, who was unconscious on the bed by Gao Qian's kick just now.

Suddenly waking up, the pain all over his body made Cen Chi quickly remember everything that had happened in his room before he fell unconscious. He sat up in shock and heard the words spoken behind the second child in the shop outside the door. I also saw two people on the street a few steps away, the tables and chairs in the house were crooked, the wine jar was broken, the wine was smeared everywhere with blood foam, and the house was in a mess.

Such a scene, of course, can't be seen by the shopkeeper outside the door.

Cen Chi can only think of one way to stop the shopkeeper from coming in, and he has no extra body to make a choice, so he can only try his best to give it a try.

"Come on...... Let's go on ......" Cen Chi moved out of bed and staggered towards Fang Wu. In the middle of the way, he also picked up a jar of wine on the table in the house. When he walked up to Fang Wu, he raised his hand and smashed the wine jar into Gao Qian, who was heavily pressed on the ground by Fang Wu. "Drink a jar. Smash an altar to be happy! ”

As soon as the word "fast" fell, a mouthful of blood choked out of his throat.

If it weren't for the excessive smell of alcohol in the house, the smoke was tightly covered, and the blood of the three people in the house was mixed together, the smell of blood would probably be difficult to escape the nose of Xiao Er in the shop outside the door.

At this time, Cen Chi smashed open a jar of new wine. The smell of wine in the room suddenly became strong again, and at the same time, it also testified to a certain message to the outside world in a voice.

-- There were indeed a few people drinking in the house!

The shopkeeper outside the door sighed, didn't say anything more, and went downstairs slowly. When the inn closed in the evening, he came home and had a new story to tell his old mother. These are the guests who came this afternoon. When I came, I was still gentle, why did I be as savage as a beast after drinking?

It seems that wine is really not a good thing. Alcohol makes you impulsive. And impulsiveness is the devil, which can make people tear up their beautiful side and make people laugh. Mother's usual lesson is really not wrong at all.

When he heard the footsteps of Xiao Er in the shop outside, Fang Wu also felt that the person he desperately wanted to strangle seemed to be almost dead at this time.

The body that the high dive had been struggling with gradually withered. Perhaps the throat has been strangled for too long, and the brain finally begins to appear starved of oxygen; It is also possible that Cen Chi smashed down the wine jar, which directly knocked people out.

In short, the high potential is gone.

Fang Wu didn't dare to let go lightly, although killing people was not his specialty, but how long it would take to strangle people, he still knew in his heart.

At this time, he was just a little worried about Cen Chi, who was struggling on the ground, and said in a deep voice: "It's too dangerous for you to do this!"

The word "dangerous" in his words did not refer to Cen Chi's use of the wine jar to smash Gao Qian's head just now, but to the whole plan to kill Gao Qian this time. It was too sudden, too hasty, so that he and Cen Chi both folded half their lives for this matter...... Maybe Cen Chi's loss is more than half a life.

Cen Chi didn't answer, and after a moment of gasping, he stood up in a rocking chair with one hand, staggered against the wall, and walked under the dagger stuck in the wall.

It was a dagger carried by Gao Qian, and the gold-cut iron was extremely sharp, and it was a good blade for defense.

But it is a dead thing after all, and how to use it depends on whose hand it holds.

Cen Chi raised his hand to pull the dagger from the wall, the rocking chair shook back, and with all the strength of his body, he grabbed the dagger and plunged it into the back vest of the high diver.

Maybe it was because Gao Qian's neck had been strangled for a long time, and he was on the verge of death, and the blood line slowed down, so Cen Chi's stab, although it pierced Gao Qian's heart vein from the angle of his back, the blood spurting out from the edge of the dagger did not seem intense, and it did not spill far.

It's not as much blood as the knife that slaughtered the pig.

But Fang Wu, who was pressed on the back of the high submarine with his whole body weight, saw this scene, but he couldn't help but take three steps back in a row, his eyes slightly open, and he was speechless in surprise.

Cen Chi didn't seem to see the somewhat complicated expression on Fang Wu's face at this time, he just grabbed the dagger and inserted it, then turned his wrist and stirred it for half a circle.

As the dagger shattered his heart, Gao Qian's body twitched a few times, and gradually returned to calm again, only the hand that was flat on the ground, a few fingers were still trembling slightly, like a long snake that had been stabbed seven inches, although the vitality was broken, the body could still squirm slightly.

Cen Chi then pulled out the dagger to wait for the blood to overflow faster.

The dagger is sharp, so it doesn't take much effort to pull it up, whether it's inserted or pulled up, whether it's a person or a wall.

But Cen Chi raised his arm and pulled it out, but it seemed to have exhausted the last strength of his body.

As the dagger was thrown two steps away by him, his figure fell on his back.

Gao Qian's life has been broken, but it seems that Cen Chi has also lost most of his life and is just dying.

"Cen ......" Fang Wu came back to his senses at this time, stood up from the ground and pounced. Although he had just been slapped in the chest by Gao Qian, and he had coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, his internal injuries were not light, but compared to Cen Chi's fatal condition at this time, his injuries were nothing.

Picking up Cen Chi, who had fallen to the ground, leaning on his shoulder, Fang Wu reached out and pulled it into his arms, trembling and pulling out a small paper bag, opening his mouth and gritting his teeth to tear it open, pouring the red particles inside into Cen Chi's mouth.

Cen Chi had just swallowed the small red pill, and soon spit it out with a mouthful of blood.

Coughing and vomiting caused the wound of the broken bone under the ribs, Cen Chi woke up again, and vaguely saw Fang Wu's face in front of him, and suddenly sighed: "Oh no...... Underestimate that dog...... Now I'm ...... I'm afraid I'm going to ...... Shiro got in......"

"Now that I know that, I almost think you were crazy just now." Fang Wu impatiently threw out a sentence, seeing that it was useless to pour medicine, he gave up this life-saving method, and instead dragged Cen Chi to the bed, "You can't die, even if you are crippled, you have to save your life, otherwise the three elders of Beili Yinyi will hunt me down and kill me for more than a lifetime." ”

Fang Wu dragged Cen Chi to the bed, first tore the bloodstained clothes on his chest, then took out a cloth bag from his sleeve, pulled open the tether and shook it, revealing the three rows of silver needles embedded inside.

Fang Wu's fingers came out of the hole like a spirit snake, and he counted the needles, first sealing several large points in Cen Chi's heart and lungs, slowing down the speed of blood, and Cen Chi's cough gradually stopped.

Seeing that the situation had improved slightly, Fang Wu breathed a sigh of relief, took out another paper bag from his arms and tore it open, which was still a small red pill inside, and poured it into Cen Chi's mouth.

"Don't spit it out again, you have to swallow the blood, and I don't have much of this medicine." As Fang Wu spoke, he reached out to support Cen Chi's chin and help him chew and swallow.

This time, Cen Chi successfully swallowed the small bag of strangely colored particles.

It didn't take long for his frowning brow to loosen, and two strange flushes appeared on his pale cheeks. Gradually, he opened his eyes, and the decadence in his eyes was swept away at some point.

The first thing Cen Chi said when he woke up was: "Am I dying?"

Thinking about his terrible state just now, and observing the spirit in his eyes and the different color on his face at this time, it is indeed a bit like the moment when a dying person returns to the light.

"With me here, you're not dying that easily." Fang Wugang, who was sitting on the edge of the bed and resting for a while, said this, and suddenly coughed uncontrollably, he raised his sleeve and wiped the corners of his mouth, glanced at the color of coughing up blood, and said with some surprise: "This injury is a little wrong......

He was talking about the internal injury caused to him by the palm that was imprinted on his chest in the pink mist just now, even if he injured his lungs and veins and coughed up blood, it should be bright red color, but at this time, the blood he saw gradually deepened.

Cen Chi, who had just woken up, saw this scene, but remembered one thing, and immediately said: "Old Dao, you may have been poisoned by me." ――

To be continued -

ps: Gao Qian is dead, I have the same thoughts as Cen Chi. A long time ago, I planted a murder plan for this person, well, that's what it looks like......

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