A man is willing to die for you.

What other right do you have to hate him?

Xiaowen, who didn't know whether she hated Yang Chen or not, burst into tears at this time, the domineering, stubborn and tragic figure came into her eyes, her numb heart instantly became a weak mess, and she would rather be punched, kicked and beaten by her, she cried and murmured: "What are you doing, what are you doing, since God tortures me, I have suffered enough alone, why bear it for me, share it for me, let me forget, I can't give up, I can't hate, Yang Chen, you bastard." ”

Xiaowen cried bitterly.

The pain in her body was far less than the pain in her heart.

She didn't know how miserable she looked when she was ravaged by a group of men, but she couldn't bear to see Yang Chen being tortured and wanted to close her eyes, but the chaotic roaring, scolding, kicking and beating touched her heart, and she couldn't escape.

In the crowd, Yang Chen walked forward stubbornly, just twenty or thirty meters away, he was devastated and humiliated, and his handsome face rendered in blood still did not change.

Humiliation.

He has suffered so much in this life.

The pain is even more insignificant.

The ups and downs of life have given him the heart to endure humiliation and burden.

Finally, he walked to the front of the three-story building, and was besieged by so many people, but no one actually knocked him down, so that many people were stunned later.

On the terrace on the second floor, Wu Jianxiao waved his hand condescendingly, stopping the people who still wanted to chase and fight, lowered his eyebrows and looked at Yang Chen with contempt, and said jokingly: "The bones are very hard, kneel down, kowtow to me, and kowtow until I am satisfied." ”

Yang Chen looked up, and the blood dripping from his forehead, mouth and nose not only did not make him look embarrassed, but also made his handsome face more and more hard and imposing.

"Kneel and kowtow!"

The strong man who smashed Yang Chen's leg with a baseball bat before rushed over violently, and he wanted to repeat his old tricks, what do you think, Yang Chen turned around suddenly, and with the windbreaker that fluttered, he swept out a whip leg, and knocked down the man who was about to smash his leg, and stepped on the face of this thing, twisting it vigorously, like twisting a cigarette butt.

The man who was trampled on felt unprecedented fear and almost peed.

The surrounding men were stunned, swarming up, Yang Chen sneered, raised his foot and kicked the strong man who fell, one hundred and forty or fifty pounds of meat, shot into the crowd, and brought down a piece of people, and Yang Chen didn't look at these people, turned around and ran two steps, jumped high, grabbed the balcony fence on the second floor with both hands, turned over and jumped into the terrace, and stood in front of Wu Jianxiao.

The situation changed suddenly.

In addition, Wu Jianxiao, who thought he was in control of the overall situation, was really careless, and he was stunned for a moment.

"Don't move!"

Roars full of urgency came and went, and the bodyguards behind Wu Jianxiao raised their guns one after another, including imitation pistols from underground black factories, shotguns with sawn short barrels, and homemade shotguns.

Yang Chen was fearless, his right hand had already choked Wu Jianxiao's throat, suffered humiliation, and was beaten passively, so he captured the king first for the thief at this moment.

"Let Xiaowen go"

Yang Chen stared coldly at Wu Jianxiao.

The throat was strangled to death, and Wu Jianxiao, who was almost out of breath, laughed wildly, did not reply to Yang Chen, but roared for the bodyguards to shoot Yang Chen.

The bodyguards are torn between a rock and a hard place.

When the master is captured, it is inevitable to throw a rat bogey.

"Okay, I'll see how hard you get." After Yang Chen gritted his teeth and finished speaking, he hugged Wu Jianxiao into his arms, pinched the scum's neck, walked down from the second floor, and surrounded by nearly 100 people, he approached the dog pond step by step, and finally pressed Wu Jianxiao on the fence that encircled the dog pool.

"Let them go, or I'll throw you down and use them as dog food." Yang Chen persecuted Wu Jianxiao again, Wu Jianxiao is also a man, he would rather die than give in, and the nearly 100 people who surrounded him had knives and guns in their hands, but they were helpless, so they could only tear their throats and shout and threaten, for Yang Chen, there was no use in fart.

"You go, go, leave me alone, please leave me alone." Xiaowen cried and stared at Yang Chen, a little hysterical, her family had been killed by her, and she didn't want to bother him anymore.

She wanted to end it all with her life.

Let love and hate fade away with the passing of life.

"Life and death, wonderful, really wonderful." The long-haired young man who was guarding Xiaowen stood up slowly, and stepped on the thin beam above the dog pond, not shaking or shaking, like nailing on it, the cold wind blew his shoulder-length hair, his handsome face was bewitching, and he was like a ghost.

Yang Chen looked over coldly, and after noticing the difference of the other party, he was still expressionless, master, he had seen a lot and killed a lot.

While shouting wonderful, the long-haired young man clapped his hands lightly, then pointed to Xiaowen at his feet, and said with an evil smile: "Let people go, otherwise I will cut the rope hanging her." ”

Yang Chen was unmoved, and responded coldly: "You release it first, and I'll release it later." ”

"Then you just watch how she was bitten to death by a Tibetan mastiff" The young man said quietly, bent down suddenly, waved the Chinese-style military spur in his hand, and cut the rope hanging Xiaowen without hesitation!

Xiaowen screamed and fell into a dog pool about three meters deep, and more than a dozen fierce Tibetan mastiffs that were about to go crazy pounced on her.

Yang Chen was in a hurry, and directly threw Wu Jianxiao down, knocked down several Tibetan mastiffs, and at the same time flew into the dog pool, and the young man on the beam also fell.

The young man saved Wu Jianxiao, and Yang Chen saved Xiaowen.

The two were so close that it was too late to fight.

Wu Jianxiao spent money to buy these Tibetan mastiffs, and they were fed by special breeders, among the dogs, the Tibetan mastiff, whose IQ was already low, sometimes even bites the people who feed it every day, and at this time, they can't tell the difference between friend and foe, and they bite indiscriminately, but Yang Chen and Xiaowen are more attractive.

Both were wounded and smelled bloody.

The Tibetan mastiff's brain is not good, the nose is still a dog nose, very smart, most of the more than a dozen Tibetan mastiffs pounced on Yang Chen Xiaowen, Yang Chen quickly took off his windbreaker, wrapped Xiaowen who was covered in bruises, several Tibetan mastiffs pounced, he smashed a Tibetan mastiff head with his fist, the Tibetan mastiff pouted his head, flew out four or five meters, fell into the dust, whined and wailed, and twitched.

Not to mention a mastiff, even if it stood up to a brown bear that weighed six or seven hundred kilograms at a height of three meters, Yang Chen was ruthless and still beat him to death, and a Tibetan mastiff was broken by this fight and collapsed not far from Xiaowen, dying.

Yang Chen bent down to pick up Xiaowen, and a relatively fat Tibetan mastiff pounced on his back, opened his mouth to bite his shoulder, swinging his head and tearing, he didn't even look at it, stretched his hand back, pinched the long hair under the Tibetan mastiff's neck, and domineeringly tore the beast off his shoulder, fell to the ground, raised his feet, kicked the ball away, and knocked away the mastiff that had pounced on him in the past few days.

People, afraid of death.

Beasts, too, are afraid of death.

The awe-inspiring aura that burst out of Yang Chen's body made the Tibetan mastiffs who surrounded him only dare to bark in circles, and did not dare to continue to attack, a mastiff topped nine dogs, dared to fight with lions, and never died, all kinds of legends about the ferocity of Tibetan mastiffs were not worth mentioning in Yang Chen's opinion, they were all gimmicks of dog dealers to speculate on prices.

In fact, the Tibetan mastiff is not much stronger than other fierce dogs in the world, and compared with Yang Chen's male lion raised in a Ugandan manor, it is weak.

Yang Chen bent down and picked up Xiaowen.

Xiaowen looked blankly at the man who picked her up, making her worried about love and hate, and felt that he was like a lonely hero in the movie, hoeing the strong and helping the weak, punishing the rape and eliminating the evil.