An ordinary iron rod was swung by Gong Yu with the elegance of playing golf.

"Bang ......"

The sound of playing table tennis resounded rhythmically in the abandoned factory for a long time.

In the firelight, the shadows of a group of people were stretched out and reflected on the wall.

A sturdy black shadow kept swinging the iron rod in his hand and smashing at different black shadows, each time hitting the black shadow's head with unmistakable accuracy.

Sometimes it was smashed in the left ear, sometimes it was brutally hit in the right ear.

The terrible screams echoed in people's ears, like the sound of begging for mercy from the eighteen layers of hell, and people panicked when they heard it.

Dark red plasma dripped to the ground and sprayed on the bed, painting a miserable picture of the world.

Even the thugs, who are accustomed to seeing bloody beatings, can't bear to watch the slaughter on this side.

That's right, slaughter.

For Gong Yu, these people are like cutting tofu, and they are effortless.

Everyone thought that Gong Yu was fighting very easily, but only Gong Yu knew how difficult it was for him to fight.

She already had internal injuries in her body, and the slightest running would shake her internal organs with a tingling pain, let alone a violent fight.

At this time, the pain that she had finally calmed down surged again, and she continued to break out in a cold sweat.

The internal injuries that had just been repaired by Mu Nian were aggravated again.

The internal organs seemed to be displaced, constantly shrinking and colliding, as if they wanted to open a big party in her body, and it became a pot of porridge.

Under the smooth skin, the blood vessels were constantly expanding in the flesh, and they had already begun to ooze blood.

Gong Yu could already foresee that if she didn't stop to rest, her blood vessels would definitely burst under the boiling of blood.

When the time comes, even if there is no way to recover from heaven, it will not be able to save her.

Gong Yu knew that she had to stop immediately, but she couldn't.

In the case of the enemy's strength and weakness, it is necessary to suppress the opponent with strong means, so that the opponent can fear her from the bottom of his heart, so as to have the slightest possibility of victory.

For the sake of Mo Yun and Zuo Yunfeng, she had to work hard.

"Bang!"

Gong Yu finally waved the iron rod in his hand, smashed all the thugs who rushed up to the ground, and quickly pressed the iron rod to the ground.

Her palms were still gripping the iron rod tightly, as if she was ready to fight again in the eyes of the others.

But at this time, Gong Yu tried his best to restrain his breathing, making himself look like an ordinary person, but he pressed the center of gravity of his body on the iron rod, relying on the iron rod to stabilize his body and not fall to the ground.

The rest of the people all looked dumbfounded at their fallen companions, some were still wailing, some were unconscious on the ground, and some were directly out of breath, dead that they could no longer die.

Who would have thought that such a tragic picture would be made by a fifteen-year-old female student in the third year of junior high school?

They looked at the indifferent girl in front of them in fear, no matter how beautiful she looked, she couldn't arouse any of their desires.

Suddenly, Gong Yu hooked his lips and smiled, stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, as if he was tasting the delicious food of the world.

But the blood bead just didn't enter his mouth when he was spit out by Gong Yu.

"Phew! It stinks. ”

She frowned in disgust, and her evil pupils swept over everyone present, as if she was guessing whose blood would be more fragrant and tasty.