Besides, this Bai Xin, if it weren't for Wang Zhe's traditional Chinese medicine, it is estimated that Bai Xin would have had a heart attack at this time.

Seeing that Long Yuyan was persuaded, Mo Yan breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and continued to look at the situation outside, in just such an instant, the group of disciples of the Yao family in the middle road were all lying on the ground.

And a trace of bright red blood at the corner of Wang Zhe's mouth slipped to his neck, knelt on the ground on one leg, and turned his eyes to look down at the people on the left and right.

"Brother, are you alright?"

"Go." Wang Zhe licked the blood stains on the corner of his mouth, sweet, salty, and of course, many of them were fishy and astringent.

Wang Zhe stood up on one leg, glanced at the dead man beside him, inserted the dagger into his waist, took out two * from his pocket, and threw them to both sides.

In fact, it was not that Wang Zhe deliberately included his true qi in *, but that Wang Zhe was already scarred, and he couldn't control his true qi a little.

However, the effect was unexpected, the muzzle velocity of True Qi* was three times that of the previous one, and the speed was super fast, and I don't know why, this thunder didn't have to wait for three seconds, and it exploded when it hit the opposite side.

The seven-meter range of the iron piece injured many people in an instant.

Seeing that many of the more than 30 people participated, Wang Zhe opened the most, and his mouth was full of blood, but it could be seen that Wang Zhe was laughing, but this smile was silent, and it looked very hideous.

"Brother, how did you do it?" Du Meng's frightened voice came from the Bluetooth headset.

"It's so angry*, ha, ha!" Wang Zhexiao's facial muscles were a little stiff, and his voice was not very loud.

"Deal with the people who were shot first, and don't give them the strength to fight back."

Just after Wang Zhe's order went down, the snipers on the mountain began to hit people, and they didn't have many bullets, otherwise they wouldn't just be defensive, and when they heard Wang Zhe's order, they all began to really kill.

Some of the wounded people were injured on their faces, even if they felt dangerous, but they couldn't dodge, and in an instant, more than thirty people were slaughtered, nearly eight died, and many injured were struggling to dodge.

Hmmm-

At this moment, Wang Zhe squinted at the children of the Yao family, and he didn't know where nearly six black-clothed figures came out, like ancient assassins, although the speed of action was not fast, but they were also masters, which was undeniable.

After this group of people appeared, they suddenly appeared behind them, and the people of the Yao family were still dodging the bullets, and they didn't react at all.

In an instant, he was attacked by this group of people.

Wang Zhe is thinking, what kind of person is this?

The snipers on the top of the mountain thought that this was Wang Zhe's intentional arrangement, so they attacked even more ruthlessly, and they didn't care how many bullets there were, and they blocked the way of the Yao family's children by grabbing guns.

With the cooperation of the six black-clothed people and snipers, the remaining more than 20 children of the Yao family hung up in an instant, and when the children of the Yao family died, Wang Zhe still didn't understand, what was the origin of this group of people?

It looks like the skills are not better than the disciples of the Yao family, mainly because of the help of *, but why do these people help themselves?

No matter what, Wang Zhe couldn't figure out who this group of people was.

"Everyone, stay here." Seeing that a group of people were about to turn around and leave, Wang Zhe hurriedly shouted.

"Leave a name."

"You don't have to know, it's going to be indefinite." One of the six had a hoarse voice and led a group of people into the woods.

If Wang Zhe was not injured at this time, none of these six people would want to leave, but Wang Zhe was injured at this time, and this group of people also helped themselves, so Wang Zhe didn't say anything, sat cross-legged, and said softly: "Let's all go down the mountain, the battle is over." ”

The changes on the battlefield were too fast, Wang Zhe didn't understand, but he didn't have time to understand either.

The door in the house opened, and Mo Yan ran out at once, with a somewhat nasal voice, as if she had cried, but she still pretended to be calm and squatted beside Wang Zhe: "You, it's okay." ”

Wang Zhe sat cross-legged and didn't open his eyes: "Come into the house and bring me some Yunnan Baiyao powder to stop the bleeding." ”

"Okay." Mo Yan's eyes were a little moist, he nodded, stood up and ran into the room again.

"Words." As soon as Mo Yan entered the room, Long Yuyan raised her hand and pointed at Mo Yan, and shouted without enough strength.

"Auntie." Mo Yan stopped and walked to Long Yuyan's side.

"Isn't it, isn't it over outside?"

Mo Yan smiled with relief: "Well, it's all cleaned up, Wang Zhe is fine, he is meditating outside and recovering his strength." ”

Long Yuyan opened her mouth, didn't say another word, closed her eyes and leaned back on the sofa.

"I'm going to see my brother."

Xiaobai had already taken the lead in running out of the house, looking at Wang Zhe who was kneeling away from him, there were more than a dozen deep scars on his back, and his clothes were already in tatters.

"Woo!" Xiaobai leaned against Wang Zhe and licked the wound on his back.

"Brother." Bai Ling'er was still happy, but when she came out to see it, she was instantly shocked, and rushed to Wang Zhe with an exclamation.

"Ling'er, don't touch him." Mo Yan walked out of the room with Yunnan Baiyao powder, watched Bai Ling'er pounce on Wang Zhe, and hurriedly screamed.

Bai Xin also walked out of the room at this time, looked at the wound on his son's back, his heart beat wildly, and then he covered his chest and sat on the door.

"Brother-in-law." Long Ao also walked to the door and helped Bai Xin.

"Don't tell your sister." Bai Xin pressed the voice, and his lips turned white at once.

Long Ao looked at Wang Zhe, his brows were tightened, and his eyes were full of pity, although he hadn't said a few words to Wang Zhe in the past few days, but no matter how he said it, he was his own nephew.

After being busy for a while, Mo Yan took off all of Wang Zhe's clothes, and if the blood stains dried up, it would be difficult to take them off.

The new and old injuries on Wang Zhe's back, the huge scars, as if Wang Zhe's back had been blown up by something.

Bai Ling'er covered her mouth and tears slid on the back of her hand, looking at Wang Zhe's back in disbelief in her eyes.

And Mo Yan is no better, but after all, she has seen a lot of the world, and the tears on her face slide down uncontrollably, but she didn't make a sound, just silently sprayed powder on Wang Zhe's back, as well as his arms.

Wang Zhe has already settled down, he doesn't care about things outside the realm at all, he needs to recover, recover very quickly.

In less than ten minutes, Mo Yan finished wiping the medicine, and Du Meng and the five people went down the mountain, Liu Yuzhi, Zhang Hai, Li Jun, Chen Hongbin and Du Meng.

The group had just arrived late in the evening, and the farts had started the fight before they had even sat down, and there really wasn't much ammunition, and if they hadn't come back on a private plane, they wouldn't have any firearms on them.

If we had waited two more days and the ammunition from abroad had been brought back, the battle might have been much easier.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, from outside the courtyard to inside the courtyard, there was a smell of blood all over the sky, and Wang Zhe was sitting naked in a pile of corpses with his fully injured back, like a god and Buddha, or like a demon god.