"Is this going to die?"

The cold spear went straight to the nerves along the meridians of his chest, Nie Haiyuan's heart suddenly trembled, an unprecedented fear appeared in his heart, but his eyes were all accompanied by unwillingness, the iron burden in his hand fell suddenly, but his body involuntarily stiffened on the spot, allowing the spear to continue to stab, and his mouth squirmed for a moment, highlighting the most difficult words.

Seeing Nie Haiyuan, who had completely given up resistance, Liu Xiaoying on the opposite side also became completely crazy, the gun in his hand did not have the slightest intention of evacuating, his wrists were churning, the spear was like a broken bamboo, and the ruthless means were staggering, but it still pierced Nie Haiyuan's chest mercilessly, seeing the tragic scene quietly staged, some people could only choose to close their eyes and wait.

However, the heart of the ups and downs of the chest kept beating, Nie Haiyuan waited quietly with trembling hands, and the next moment he suddenly felt that his body was being dragged by someone, and then another foot kicked hard on his ass, and his body was in pain, and suddenly a reflex rolled and crawled, just at the moment when the tip of the gun arrived, the fat body rolled to the edge of the ring, and one fell towards the ring without paying attention, and then felt that his body was weak, and when he was sure that he was fine, he opened his eyes leisurely.

"I'm not dead yet, but why didn't I feel a trace of pain from falling from such a height?"

Ignoring the eyes of the surrounding eyes, Nie Haiyuan blurted out very ignorantly, but before his words fell, he felt a struggle under him, and a familiar angry shout had already come slowly.

"Your uncle, you are not dead, Lao Tzu is about to be crushed to death by you!"

With the sound of this voice, Nie Haiyuan's heart trembled, and he slowly understood, ignoring the pain in his body, he suddenly stood up, covering his buttocks with one hand and his thighs with the other, fixed his eyes and looked down, and suddenly became crying and laughing.

"Monkey, why did you get down here?" It was not someone else lying on the ground, it was Zou Cang who had just come with him, Zou Cang was hiding in the crowd to cheer for himself, and he was ready to wait until he couldn't hold on, and he would come on stage at any time to help him, but at this moment of crisis, he didn't see him in the ring, but was smashed under him by himself, no matter what, it couldn't be explained.

But in the face of Nie Haiyuan's inquiry, Zou Cang had an innocent expression, stared at Nie Haiyuan with a pair of eyes, and then said extremely aggrievedly, "Yes, I originally planned to take the stage from here, but I never thought that you would fall from the ring at this time, so that you would be stoned to death!"

As he spoke, Zou Cang didn't forget to take a deep breath, slapped the dust on his body to excuse himself a few words, and at the same time spoke, he didn't forget to continue to look for a feasible step and jumped onto the stage.

However, just as his words fell, Nie Haiyuan's voice suddenly exploded like thunder, and he pointed at Zou Cang's nose and shouted loudly, "You weren't the one who kicked me down from the ring just now?"

After saying this, Zou Cang became more confused, but seeing him shake his head sluggishly, he only spoke out after a long time, "I want to save you from the tiger's mouth with all my heart, where is there a gap to kick you, besides, just me, do you feel able to jump on the stage?"

Such sincere words really woke up Nie Haiyuan, and his worried heart was full of doubts, so he slowly retreated a few steps back, put his toes on his toes, and looked towards the ring with his neck up, "Isn't it the fucking ......?"

Before the words fell, Nie Haiyuan's words came to an abrupt end, a pair of eyes scanned around the ring, and soon saw a familiar figure in the ring where he fell, black linen clothes, slightly broken like what he was wearing, well-proportioned figure, although it has an indescribable solidity, but from the back it still looks a little thin, the dark skin looks as if it has just been pulled out of the coal nest, and behind the black cloth is wrapped around the back is carrying a rusty but bright firewood knife, although he stands with his back to himself, but just a glance, Nie Haiyuan's whole heart is instantly hung high。

The huge head shook for a moment, the slightly pale face was tight, the eye circles were red, the tears did not come out of the eyes, and the fat intestine-like thick lips trembled for a moment, and then the hoarse voice came out when he gritted his teeth, "It's him!"

There are a lot of sorrows in his heart, when he thinks of the unhappy break up with the other party a few days ago, he has a kind of indescribable shame, and, in the face of the other party's apology, he turned around and left without paying attention to it, in order to prove that he is not a waste, he is planning a platform to show himself today, everything he did, part of it was to avenge Zou Cang, but more, but it was still to prove his ability to the person in front of him, but the facts showed that he was really a rice bucket.

The mood was inexplicably low to the peak, Nie Haiyuan stared at the black figure with a pair of eyes, and at this time, the injuries on his body seemed to become unimportant at all, and he was full of only a kind of longing and gratitude.

But at this moment, the black-clothed figure in the ring also suddenly turned back when Nie Haiyuan hesitated, without the imaginary horizontal eyebrows, without the laughter and laughter of the past, in a pair of tenacious eyes, all was the thick worry and concern, a slightly dry mouth smacked for a moment, and finally spit out a series of angry scolding.

"Your uncle, next time you dare to act rashly, it's not as simple as kicking you!"

A simple scolding, but full of endless friendship, at this moment, Nie Haiyuan's low heart became hot, and his pale face slowly became relieved, he returned to his previous casualness, and at the same time, his head shook slightly, and the same scolding also floated out of his mouth, "Your uncle, next time you dare to come so late, Lao Tzu will die for you!"

After saying this, the two of them looked at each other and smiled, but then they saw that the man in black suddenly retracted his expression, and suddenly turned around, and a pair of cold eyes instantly released a trace of coldness, and the cold swishing gaze covered Liu Xiaoying opposite in an instant.

"You are Liu Xiaoying?"

The young man in black was expressionless, spitting words like ice, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad in his deep eyes, but when these seemingly simple words came into people's ears, they suddenly made people tremble and feel inexplicably worried.

As soon as such a powerful aura appeared, it immediately exploded in the crowd, with puzzled eyes, sighing voices, and even screams, beating their chests, thinking that they had seen a ghost in that short moment!