In just five minutes, it seems like more than a century.

During the whole process, except for that muffled snort and a sentence, Ji Yebai didn't make a sound at all.

Ning Xi'er sobbed.

How could he not be in pain at all.

The sound of punches and kicks was extremely harsh.

Ji Yebai, you stupid, you don't have to care about me at all.

You continue to be your great young master on top of the world, not to bear these pains here for me.

The bitterness spreads in the heart, and the whimpering cry is like a wronged little animal screaming.

The sadness went back against the current, sweeping her whole person little by little.

The third master was originally laughing, but as time passed, his smile gradually faded, and the eyes that looked at Ji Yebai became complicated.

Five minutes have finally arrived.

Everyone stopped moving, and the scar man took advantage of the chaos to kick Ji Yebai again, in the five minutes just now, he was the heaviest attacker!

Ji Yebai's gaze was as condensed as an eagle's falcon, and it shot at him!

The scar man shuddered and quickly hid behind the crowd.

Ji Yebai supported the ground with one hand, a simple movement, but it was already painful to the bone marrow.

With green tendons bulging out of his slender arms, he struggled to stand up, coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, wiped the blood stains with his sleeves, and straightened his back like a straight and majestic green pine.

"Third master, can you release people?"

To put it mildly, without a hint of pain.

Hearing his voice, Ning Xi'er quickly opened her eyes and saw him standing there with a long body, his eyes red again.

"Chronicle of the White ......"

A name had already choked her up.

The third master let go of Ning Xi'er and sighed, "You don't have a good father, but ...... Looks like I've found a good man. ”

He remembered the bright and gentle Song Weiyang he met when he was young, Song Weiyang was a veritable first beauty in Sakura City at that time, and there were many suitors, and he was one of them.

But the woman rejected him, saying, "I have met a man, and I believe that I will grow old with him forever." ”

At that time, Song Weiyang's smiling eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and he remembered it for a lifetime.

Not long after she died, he heard that Ning Jingshen had a new love, and the women around him had changed several times, and he was even remarried again recently.

The woman he couldn't ask for, the man she deeply believed, was forgotten at the end of time.

So even if he is no match for glory in his life, because of this one thing, it is still difficult to calm down after all.

This girl has a face so similar to Song Weiyang, he knows at a glance that she is her daughter.

The third master lowered his eyelids and waved his hand tiredly, "Let's go." ”

Ning Xi'er trotted to Ji Yebai's side, but she didn't dare to touch him, blinking her eyes timidly.

"Hey, although Young Master Ben has a wound on his face, he is still very handsome, okay, do you look scared? Come over and hug. ”

"But your wounds ......"

Before the words fell, she was dragged into Ji Yebai's arms.

The hot breath he breathed out was sprayed on her ears, crispy and numb.

His complaining voice came in a low voice, "I can't stand firmly, you still don't give me a hug, alas, I saved a little conscience~"

Ning Xi'er smiled, laughing and laughing, and tears fell even more.

He is so proud, so domineering, and so radiant, but he says that he can't stand steadily, how heavy are the injuries on his body? How painful is it?