"If any of you dare to come, I will kill him!" Ling Yan said sharply. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Yellow Turban Soldier ignored Ling Yan's warning at all, and still rushed over howling like a pack of mad dogs.

Ling Yan stared at the Yellow Turban soldiers who rushed over, but the hand of the gun trembled slightly, and he quickly held the gun with his other hand.

"Good! I want you to avenge that brute! Ling Yan said angrily, and then, he pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" With a gunshot, the Yellow Turban soldier in the center turned over and fell off his horse, and the horse was frightened, but changed direction and galloped to the side. This time, two more Yellow Turban soldiers tripped over their horses.

The Yellow Turban soldier who had been shot rolled in pain on the ground, his hands tightly clutching his stomach.

Although these Yellow Turban soldiers wanted Ling Yan's life, Ling Yan still did not kill them.

The rest of the Yellow Turban soldiers finally stopped, and they all looked at the person rolling on the ground, and then they all looked at Ling Yan again, their eyes full of disbelief and horror.

"Who else wants to avenge that brute in Wu Anguo?" Ling Yan's eyes swept coldly, and he asked in a heavy tone.

None of the Yellow Turban soldiers dared to answer, except for one person.

"Let's all go together! Chop him off! Avenge General Wu! ”

"Bang!" Another gunshot rang out, and the shouting Yellow Turban soldier fell from his horse.

At this moment, those Yellow Turban soldiers completely collapsed, and hurriedly fled on horseback: "Demon! Demons! "He knows how to do magic! Run! ”

The two Yellow Turban soldiers who sat down on their horses and tripped over them also looked like they were about to run, but they couldn't find their horses left and right, and after looking at each other, they looked at Ling Yan in a daze.

The anger in Ling Yan's eyes gradually subsided, he put down the gun in his hand, and said to the two people in a deep voice: "You guys go, I won't kill you." ”

Seeing that Ling Yan had put down his pistol, the two of them invariably moved their gaze to Cong'er, and a trace of greed suddenly appeared in their eyes.

"Not leaving?" Ling Yan frowned.

The two Yellow Turban soldiers glanced at each other, and then quickly pounced on Ling Yan.

Ling Yan didn't expect those two people to give up the chance to escape, but they turned to pounce, one was defenseless, and was thrown to the ground by one of the Yellow Turban soldiers, and the gun in his hand fell not far away.

"Brother Ling Yan!" Cong'er exclaimed.

The Yellow Turban soldier pressed Ling Yan tightly, and his two hands strangled Ling Yan's neck.

Ling Yan only felt suffocated, his hands waved weakly in the air, and his feet kicked on the ground.

The golden soldier gritted his teeth and stared at Ling Yan: "I want to avenge General Wu!" ”

Ling Yan grew his mouth, but he couldn't say anything, he only felt more and more uncomfortable, and the scene in front of him gradually blurred.

Just when Ling Yan's sensory function was gradually lost, Ling Yan suddenly heard Cong'er's cry: "Don't come here!" Let me go! ”

Ling Yan's consciousness became clear for a moment, and he turned his head with great effort, and vaguely saw that another Yellow Turban soldier was forcibly holding Cong'er, and Cong'er was struggling with it.

"No...... Want...... Touch her......" Ling Yan used all his strength to squeeze out a few words from his throat.

The Yellow Turban soldier who was pressing Ling Yan had murderous pleasure on his face, and his two hands pinched Ling Yan even more desperately.

Ling Yan's eyes moved to the side again, and he glanced at the gun not far away.

Ling Yan knew that he couldn't reach the gun at all, so he slowly turned his head again in despair, staring at the hideous face in front of him with wide eyes.

"Die!" The Yellow Turban soldier laughed wildly.

When Ling Yan's consciousness was about to disappear, he suddenly remembered the strange stone in his pocket.

Holding on to the last glimmer of hope before dying, Ling Yan trembled and slowly raised his right fist, transporting the last bit of strength he was close to to his right fist. In an instant, he seemed to feel a faint force added to his fist.

The Yellow Turban soldier was bent on strangling Ling Yan to death, and he didn't notice the fist next to him at all.

Ling Yan used the last bit of strength to punch the Yellow Turban Soldier in the face.

The Yellow Turban soldier was punched unexpectedly, his body tilted, and his hand loosened.

Ling Yan suddenly felt his throat loosen, and coughed violently.

The Yellow Turban soldier came back to his senses and grabbed Ling Yan's neck again in annoyance.

But Ling Yan had breathed a sigh of relief just now, if he were someone else, this breath might not have much effect on changing his situation, but Ling Yan was different, because he had strange stones on his body.

Ling Yan used all his strength to swing another punch at the Yellow Turban soldier's face, and when he swung the punch, Ling Yan felt a greater force than just now melt into his fist.

The Yellow Turban snorted and was knocked over.

Ling Yan coughed again, tears coming out.

The Yellow Turban soldier who had been knocked over struggled to sit up, looking at Ling Yan with a look of horror.

Ling Yan gasped heavily, feeling that all the functions of his body were rapidly recovering.

"Don't! Don't touch me! Go away! Cong'er's cry came from Ling Yan's ears.

Ling Yan was startled, and hurriedly looked over there, only to see another Yellow Turban soldier pressing Cong'er, desperately pulling Cong'er's clothes with both hands.

"Don't touch her!" Ling Yan roared angrily, stood up and was about to rush over.

The Yellow Turban soldier, who was punched twice by Ling Yan, hugged Ling Yan's leg.

"Get out of here!" Ling Yan returned his hand and punched the Yellow Turban soldier's head.

The Yellow Turban soldier fell to the ground and never snorted again.

Ling Yan ran in front of Cong'er in a few steps, grabbed the Yellow Turban soldier's clothes with his left hand, and punched him in the chest with his right hand.

The Yellow Turban soldier was enjoying himself so much that he didn't pay attention to Ling Yan's actions at all, and when he received Ling Yan's punch, he immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

Ling Yan pulled the Yellow Turban soldier in front of him, and anger appeared in his eyes: "I'll tell you!" Don't slam her! ”

"Poof!" Another punch to the face, and at the same time, there was a crisp sound of the nasal bone shattering.

"I'm going to kill you today!" Ling Yan roared, punching the Yellow Turban Soldier in the face one after another.

The Yellow Turban soldier's head shook rapidly one after the other with Ling Yan's fist.

I don't know how many punches he fought, until Ling Yan's fist was stained with blood, and the face of this Yellow Turban soldier was also blurred by the fist, Ling Yan threw him to the ground.

Cong'er stared at the unrecognizable corpse with wide eyes.

Ling Yan gasped heavily, and after a while, he recovered and looked at the corpse of the Yellow Turban soldier who fell to the ground in a daze, only to realize that he had killed someone with his own hands for the first time. However, Ling Yan did not regret it, nor did he apologize, if that Yellow Turban soldier came back to life, he believed that he would definitely kill him again.

Ling Yan no longer paid attention to the Yellow Turban Soldiers, but turned his head to look at Cong'er: "Cong'er...... You...... Are you okay? ”

Cong'er suddenly threw herself into Ling Yan's arms and cried bitterly: "Brother Ling Yan! ”

"Cong'er, don't be afraid...... It's okay, it's okay......" Ling Yan hugged Cong'er, who was trembling all over, and comforted him softly.

Cong'er still cried.

Ling Yan looked at Wu Anguo's corpse and said softly to Cong'er: "Cong'er, can you wait for me for a while, I'll deal with something first." ”

Cong'er wiped the tears from his face with his hands and nodded obediently.

Ling Yan stood up, picked up a long knife from the ground, and walked to Wu Anguo's body. The expression on Wu Anguo's face was frozen in the unbelievable before he died.

"Wu Anguo, you are innocent of death." After Ling Yan said this expressionlessly, he cut off Wu Anguo's head with a knife without hesitation.

Ling Yan carried Wu Anguo's head, came to the old man's grave, put the head upright next to the grave, and choked up at the old man's spirit card: "Old man...... Do you see, this is the head of the brute...... I did it...... I've finally avenged you......"

Ling Yan wiped the tears from his eyes, glanced back at the sobbing Cong'er, and then looked at the old man's spirit card with teary eyes: "Grandpa...... I promise you that I will take good care of Cong'er...... Something like this will never happen again...... Never......"

After Ling Yan finished muttering, he stood up, looked up at the blue sky, and said silently in his heart, "Old man...... Rest in peace...... I will never forget your kindness ......"

Suddenly, with a "whoosh", Ling Yan only felt a gust of wind coming, and before he could react, his body seemed to be pushed by a force and fell forward.

"Ahh Ling Yan clenched his teeth and looked down: a short arrow pierced his body from his shoulder, and in an instant, blood stained a small piece of his clothes.