At this critical moment, the white hand woke up in time.

It turned out that it was the water in the drainage ditch that played a role, and in the winter, the water temperature was zero, how could it not make the white hands sober.

The dog jumps the wall in a hurry, the rabbit will bite when it is in a hurry, and the white hand is not a rabbit or a dog. He is a spring, and the tighter the press, the harder the rebound.

Water is the best weapon at this moment.

Splash water with both hands in your white hands and splash at the enemy.

Brilliant move, the four guys were caught off guard, and the attack did not achieve the desired effect.

Only the guy with the stick smashed the stick on the arm of the white hand, and the white hand did not feel any pain at all.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he climbed out of the gutter with his white hands and ran blindly in the alley.

There is no direction, only to escape, and the white hand is really helpless.

Of course, just running away and not fighting back is not a good way, and it is not in line with the style of a white hand.

The bike clicked and a very silly guy caught up.

The white hand stopped, picked up half a brick, and ambushed around the corner.

As soon as the front tire of the bicycle appeared, the bricks of the white hand smashed over.

Smack, right in the face of the cyclist.

In the screams, even the people and the car fell to the ground.

Go up with your white hands and wait for that guy with a punch and a kick.

The guy passed out.

That wasn't the end of it, and pushed the guy into the ditch with his white hands.

Looking at the bicycle with his white hands, he wanted to take it as a trophy, but he had only touched it before, and he couldn't ride it yet.

The sound of clattering bicycles sounded in the alley again.

The white hand continued to run.

Running and running, the white hand was suddenly dumbfounded, and there was no road ahead.

Thousands of roads, thousands of roads, don't be blocked by high walls.

The wall is more than two meters high, but it does not prevent the white-handed from climbing over, but it is a pity that the pursuers have arrived.

Three guys, three bicycles, one with a knife and one with a stick, headed by long hair empty-handed.

There was no escape, only to fight, recognize the situation with white hands, but calm down.

"Boy, you run, you run." Long hair sat on the bike and laughed.

"No, don't run away. I've decided, I've decided to fight with you. ”

The three guys laughed.

A small guy, bare-handed, three strong men in their twenties, with knives and sticks, the situation is clear at a glance.

The first strike is strong, and the second hand suffers, and the white hand takes the lead and rushes towards the long hair with a fist.

Capture the thief and capture the king first, that's what the books say.

The one with the knife and the stick struck left and right, encircling Wei to save Zhao.

But the white hand shook a shot, suddenly stopped halfway, and turned to pounce on the guy with the stick.

The footwork taught by Fang Yulan and the grappling technique taught by her uncle finally came in handy.

The hand holding the stick stretched out too straight, and the white hand looked at his hand bowl, first grabbed and then shake, first pinched and then twisted, and then slammed his body into the guy holding the stick.

This guy is really not good, only to hear a click, and his wrist has been broken by his white hand.

In the blink of an eye, the iron rod was in the hands of the white hand.

The knife wind was blowing behind him, and the white hand turned around while holding a stick to meet the knife wind.

With a swish, the knife did not reach the white hand, but struck with the stick, and slashed along the stick to the left hand of the white hand.

The white hand was out of control, the back of the hand was stabbed, and the blood flowed.

The man with the knife was obviously an expert, and instead of withdrawing it, he continued to slash at the white hand's right hand.

The white hand let go, and the iron rod fell to the ground.

This is a trick for nothing, and it is also a dangerous move to win in defeat.

The white hand kicks out the right foot, and the right foot is in the middle of the iron bar.

The iron rod bounced up violently, impartially, from the bottom up, in the middle of the crotch of the trouser holding the knife.

The knife clattered to the ground, and the person with the knife covered his crotch, screaming and bending to the ground.

The white hand was in high spirits, and turned to face the long hair, "Hehe...... Come on, Longhair, it's your turn. ”

The long hair was unambiguous, and with a sneer, he jumped off the bicycle and swept it to his white hand with the bicycle.

"Tu Cub, Lao Tzu has to take your life."

What's this trick? Before the white hand could react, he was swept to the ground by the bicycle and rolled three times in a row.

The boss is the boss, and it's really powerful, not only is it powerful, but the bike is also very slippery, and it must have worked hard.

The white hand was not lightly injured, and he couldn't get up for a while, and the long-haired bicycle swept over again, and the white hand could only continue to roll on the ground.

New clothes. At this time, the white hand still had time to think that the dark blue tunics on his body was sewn by his mother with stitches and threads.

The bicycle came close to the ground, and the white hands supported the ground hard, and the body jumped up, dodging the attack of the bicycle.

But the long hair grabbed the bicycle with both hands, made a circle, and then turned back and came at the white hand.

This didn't work, the white hand didn't move, and crawled with a roll, and came to the side with the knife.

The man with the knife was trying to get up, but he didn't expect the white hand to come at him, and he was about to reach out to get it, when the white hand kicked his crotch again.

This kick was even more ruthless, and the one with the knife squatted down with his crotch on his pants, and the knife was also in the hands of his white hand.

The white hand not only held the knife in his hand, but also jumped behind the knife and lifted his body as a shield for himself.

With a bang, the bicycle swept over, but it swept over the body with the knife.

The screams of the knife were repeated.

The long hair was also exhausted and stopped to breathe.

The white hand was about to launch a counterattack against the long hair, but the man with the stick suddenly ran over and strangled him by the neck from behind.

The white hand suddenly gasped.

How could the long hair let go of this opportunity, regain his strength, pick up the bicycle, and crash into the chest of the white hand with the car.

But the one with the stick did not trap the white hand, he only had one arm available, and the wrist of the other hand was broken, and his strength was less than half of it.

At this time, the white hand is not afraid of anything, and he is very calm.

It was too late, but it was too fast, and the white hand broke free of the arm holding the stick, kicked the ground with both feet, bent his body, rolled backwards, and reached the back of the stick.

The bicycle hit the body with the stick and immediately passed out.

The white hand launched a frantic counterattack, swinging his knife and pounced on the long hair.

The long hair is already timid, he didn't expect that an adult can't handle a child, and now he is still alone.

The sword is shining and murderous.

Long hair threw the bike to run.

Long knives were everywhere, long hair screamed, and he covered his head and fell to the ground.

The white hand was really ruthless, and he was stabbed in his long hair, connecting half of his long hair and a piece of scalp, which was cut off by him.

The blood flowed, and the white hand just didn't see it, stepped on the neck of the long head, and asked, "I only ask once, who asked you to pinch me?" ”

"Yes, it's Chen Yunfeng."

He threw the knife with his white hand, but stomped on his long-haired legs with his feet until he heard the sound of bones cracking.

The same is true for those who carry sticks and knives.

The white hand then turned and left.

Unexpectedly, just a few steps away, more than a dozen people appeared around the corner, all holding guys, all of them menacing.

The white hand immediately fled back to the bloody battle.

There is only one option.

The hand was bleeding all the time, and the white hand couldn't take care of it.

The first time I climbed over the wall, my injured left hand was weak, and my white hand fell back.

A dozen or so guys roared and killed closer.

The white hand hurriedly took five or six steps back, and then started at a rapid pace, like a high jump, and climbed onto the wall.

Without looking back, he jumped down, glanced at the landing place with his white hand, and immediately changed his face......