They are not a bunch of devils who are hungry to kill, all they have to do now is kill everyone and make them stay. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Song Cheng stood behind everyone, he knew why Wu Yu wanted to bring himself tonight, maybe Yuan Rong's matter made his whole person change. Originally, he would also bring Yuan Rong and Chen Xi, but then Angel would be left unattended in the hotel by himself, so in the end, there was no way, he left those two people behind.

Song Cheng followed the example of Gu Xing and the others, rushed forward, and looked at the hideous faces, looking a little weak. Killing someone for the first time? No, of course, this is not the first time, maybe the number of times has long been uncountable, but it is indeed the first time that he rushed up and relied on his own hands to end a person's life.

Wei Hao pinched the man's neck, and the man, who was originally a little sissy, turned into a beast at this moment, and the anger in his eyes burst out, as if he could swallow the whole world. His hand didn't even hesitate, it burrowed into the crowd like a loach, and those people also desperately stretched out their hands, and drilled one or two out of the crowd... Ten... There are so many that no one can count them in the end.

Those hands were as white as if they had broken out of the grave, and they stretched as far as they could, tugging at your raincoat, the corners of your clothes, every corner of your body. Facing the wall like a dead man's palm, Wei Hao's face did not change at all, quietly, few people have seen what this somewhat motherly man looks like when he is angry, but now he is for... Stay alive.

There are no fools in them, even Shao Zeyang, who is the most abnormal on weekdays, understands why Wu Yu asked them to bear all this personally, although in front of these people, they are comfortable enough, but what if the health value of these people also becomes more than a hundred, or even two hundred?

No one dares to think about this picture, they can only hold the slippery brand now, tearing desperately, they don't know why the name tag here is so tight, as if sewn it with a needle and thread, they desperately hold the somewhat slippery, is constantly slipping out of their hands of the brand, and then tear them off, like a stubborn lion cub, against a piece of beef tendon that he clearly bites, exerting force.

The slight tearing sound, no one could hear it clearly here, Gu Xing relied on the advantage of his body to forcibly press down a person, his fingers hooked the person's name tag like eagle claws, and then tore down violently.

Life and death on earth is a big deal, but here everything becomes very simple, simple and you don't even need someone to help you interpret it, everyone here can tell you that life is to work hard and not to die, and death is that you can't continue to work hard.

Maybe it's simple, it's even a little pale. The man who was clearly dead, at this moment, his hands were tightly wrapped around Gu Xing's waist, and his two hands were held behind his back, like a dead knot that could not be broken in the legend, and if he wanted to separate him, maybe only a sharp sword.

This should be considered desperate, he desperately didn't want to kill Gu Xing, he just wanted to keep him here and let his brothers escape. But the current situation is very interesting, maybe if it is placed somewhere else, the six people who are struggling in the rain will be quiet and embarrassed, and the only one who has to face these more than fifty people may be Wu Yu. But none of those people wanted to run away now, they wanted to stay, and use their bodies to let some of his brothers escape, whom he probably didn't even know.

It's really naïve to think about, everyone thinks so, and then everyone can't escape.

One palm crossed all the obstacles, and the crowd that had been pushed back by Shao Zeyang rushed up again, and they frantically impacted the wall formed by these people with their bodies. The hand silently touched Heyuan's back, cautiously like a mouse running out in the middle of the night, groping for the reason and exploring the name brand behind Heyuan.

Song Cheng had never participated in such a scene, as the young master of the Song family, in the face of such a battle, maybe he would just pull out his sword and slash stupidly, right?

But the moment he saw this hand, he didn't hesitate, the rain boots didn't fit well, and after lifting them, they shook on their feet and calves, he rushed over and held the hand tightly. There wasn't much meat on his hands, and he was even a little old, as cold as if he had just been taken out of an ice cellar.

He glanced over He Yuan at the owner of this hand hidden in the crowd, a face that could be sixty or seventy years old, the old man was struggling in pain, maybe among the many young people now, only this old man was awake, he knew that although this was a game of life, but the key to this game was not the cyan veins beating in your neck, but the cold name card behind you.

He looked at the face, wanting to let go but he knew he couldn't, and the palm of his hand subconsciously forced, and the hand held in the palm of his hand made a clicking sound. The knuckles were out of place, and the whole hand was twisted together like a miniature version of Tianjin cannabis flowers.

That face is very familiar, it is the janitor of the hotel where they stay, it is said that the janitor is nothing more than watching there at night, if there are guests who want to go out, he will help open or close the door, of course, his part-time job is to deliver food to Wu Yu and them. Every time he saw this uncle, he would show the most sincere smile, facing an old man, he really couldn't take out his appearance as the young master of the Song family.

He also remembered that the old man's life value was only seven points, and it was said that this was Hu Yuanfa's reward, although he didn't know how to reward it, but he knew that this old man might not have killed anyone in his life. But this time, for the sake of those thirty or even forty years younger than him, he touched a man's name tag with his hand for the first time.

At the same time, he could also see a trace of reluctance in those eyes, the time was not very long, but it was also five or six days, and after such a long time, they also had a certain affection for this old man who brought them food every time, and he believed that the old man must be the same. He could even remember the last meal that the old man had brought to them tonight, and when the old man put the dishes in front of them, the old man still had a smile of relief on his face, "It's good to be a young man, I really wish I could have a son or grandson like you." ”

In that kind of eyes, looking at them is really like a son or a grandson, the old man chattered with them for a while, and when he finally left again, he forgot what they had said before, but he only remembered the old man's words, "It's good to look at you like this now, but you may not be able to see it soon, and my old bones really don't know when they will die." ”

When Shao Zeyang was still giggling, he said: "You are old and healthy now, how can there be anything that can't die." ”

The old man shook his head and didn't answer, but glanced at him, "There are still six days before you have a decisive battle with the Four God Pavilion, you must come on when the time comes, no matter who you are, don't show mercy to anyone, the Four God Pavilion should have done all the bad things in the paradise for so many years, but a place as good as the black market rarely appears." So this battle is going to be won on the black market anyway, not to mention you awesome little guys. (To be continued.) )