"Zhiming, why don't you help the two of them, just let these two tigers go!"

A young man was lying on the roof of a building near the gymnasium, smoking a cigarette in his mouth, watching the blood fight below with interest.

Another young man leaned on the railing, looked intently at the mobile phone in his hand, which was playing love Gong X, and said without raising his head: "It's just Wu Xin, how many people do you need?" ”

The young man with a cigarette in his mouth exhaled smoke: "Grass, didn't you say that it evolved into a second-level mutant?" Look at Xian'er, that tiger is more than that knife went directly to Wu Xin's life, how to explain if he died. ”

"His brother is a Xinyou doorman, so he doesn't need to explain."

The young man was suddenly happy: "Zhiming, that is, you can tease Brother Wei like this, if it is someone else, Brother Wei will have to poke his mouth to pieces." ”

Zhiming turned off his phone and pushed down his heavy glasses: "Let's go, go pick him up, go back." ”

"Hey, Zhiming, you said that Wu Xin was killed, can Luo Yuan be able to make a fuss, is there another battle to fight if he is mad?"

"Shui'er, you talk too much, I get upset to hear it."

……

Wu Xin spat at the blood foam, and staggered towards Xian'er, the black qi emanated from his side, extremely thin, but it turned into a dagger and stabbed towards Xian'er quickly.

Looking at the flying black gas dagger, Xian'er cursed, endured the pain under her crotch, twisted her fat body, and was about to dodge, but before he could turn around, the dagger stabbed into his back, and then dissipated in his flesh and blood.

Xian'er's face froze, and a piercing pain came from his back, like a thousand silver needles piercing his flesh.

Wu Xin's face turned pale and smiled: "Are you comfortable?" ”

Then a knife slashed at Xian'er's face, who knew that he raised his head suddenly, his facial features were distorted, and the small pit on his face trembled with the fat: "I'll grass your mother!" ”

'Squeak'

A tooth-aching sound sounded, and Xian'er's thumb and index finger were directly cut off and fell to the ground, blood gushing out from his severed finger and spilling on the hideous faces of the two.

Xian'er's eyes were blood-red, her left hand was still in the air, but there were only three fingers left, Wu Xin picked up the mountain knife again, and cut it again, but before he fell, Xian'er's face was already crazy, and he kicked his stomach when he raised his foot, and the next moment Wu Xin's body was kicked out directly, and the mountain knife in his hand also fell to the ground.

Wu Xin covered his stomach, kept coughing up blood, and stared at Xian'er with his eyes, but he didn't even have the strength to stand up, and he couldn't even mobilize the black qi in his body.

Xian'er picked up the mountain knife on the ground, half of his fat face was splashed with his own blood, blood flowed down his white fat neck, dyeing his white vest red, and the constant pain in his back and the pain in his crotch made him fall into madness, and even his lips trembled with anger.

Then he rushed over with his fat body, Wu Xin just sat up, picked up half a brick from the ground and threw it at his head, but he didn't dodge or dodge, and the brick hit his head after a muffled sound, but he didn't react, and kicked Wu Xin's chest.

Wu Xin only felt as if he had been hit hard in the chest, his body leaned back, his head hit the ground directly, and the pain and dizziness hit him violently, and before he could recover himself, the cold blade cut his arm.

Xian'er stood in front of Wu Xin, frantically picking up the mountain knife in his hand, slashing after slashing, blood splashing as he fell.

"I'm fucking you! I'm fucking you! I'm fucking you! ”

A rough voice sounded from the empty gymnasium, Niu Er's eyes were red, and he desperately crawled towards Wu Xin, blood flowing down his route.

After so many years of mixing in society, Xian'er is really annoyed, and it is the first time that people are forced to be so embarrassed.

He carried the blood-red mountain opening knife, took two steps back, spit a mouthful of bloody phlegm on Wu Xin's body, and scolded triumphantly: "Paralyzed, fight with Lao Tzu!" ”

Wu Xin felt that the stormy attack stopped, the excessive blood loss made him feel weak and cold, and the wounds on his body stimulated his numb nerves, he slowly opened his eyes, looked at the panting Xian'er, and squeezed out two words: "Stupid"

Xian'er's smug expression instantly froze, and then he was furious, and he picked up the knife and was ready to directly kill the hard-mouthed guy in front of him, but his arm was suddenly grabbed by someone, he didn't even turn back, and continued to exert himself, and the power contained in the fat exploded instantly, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and it was useless.

He turned his head, and there was a large glasses stuck in his thin, pale face, and the thick lenses of his eyes were like the bottom of a beer bottle.

"Zhiming, why are you here?"

His voice was soft, as if someone had pinched an egg.

Zhiming said lightly: "It's almost done, you really want to kill him." ”

Xian'er's facial features instantly distorted together: "Why not?" Look at my wounds! ”

Zhiming ignored him, squatted down, and looked at Wu Xin with interest.

Another young man smiled evilly and handed Xian'er a cigarette: "My grass, Xian'er, you are too miserable." ”

Xian'er opened his hand and scolded, "you. Damn, Li Shui, you're yin and yang, I'm going to beat you up. ”

The young man named Li Shui rolled his eyes, picked up two fingers from the ground, and wiped them on his body: "Take it, go back and ask Brother Zhang if he can pick it up." ”

Who knew that Xian'er actually snatched her fingers with her hand, and threw them out directly, her chest kept rising and falling: "Grass, I don't want to hold my breath!" ”

Then he turned around and sat down on the ground with a huff.

Li Shui's expression froze directly, and it took a few seconds before he spit out two words: "Awesome!" ”

Zhiming said impatiently: "Li Shui, don't talk nonsense, you go and see how the train is going." ”

Li Shui shrugged his shoulders and walked towards Brother Hao Nan, who was lying on the ground with a song humming a song easily.

Zhiming patted Wu Xin's face: "Do you know who I am?" ”

Wu Xin's appearance at this time was extremely miserable, the clothes on his upper body had become rags, and wounds were exposed from his body, flesh and blood were turned outward, and blood was constantly oozing from inside, and some wounds were so deep that even bones could be seen.

He struggled to open his eyes, his consciousness was a little blurred, although he didn't know the person in front of him, but he must be in the same group as the big fool before: "I know you are paralyzed." ”

Zhiming was not angry, and smiled: "My mouth is very hard, my name is Chen Zhiming." ”

Wu Xin didn't speak, squinting at him, his eyes full of anger.

"I'm Boss Dai's person, you remember, the next humiliation you will suffer is all given to you by Luo Yuan."

Then Chen Zhiming stood up and glanced at Li Shui, who dragged Niu Er directly in front of Wu Xin.

Wu Xin's eyes widened suddenly, he seemed to know what was going to happen next, and desperately stood up to get up.

"Xian'er, help him up and let him watch it well."

Xian'er was a little unhappy, but she didn't dare to resist Chen Zhiming, walked up to Wu Xin, lifted it hard, and directly lifted Wu Xin up.

Wu Xin looked a little flustered, and scolded: "Fuck your mother, what are you going to do!" ”

Excessive blood loss caused Niu Er to fall into a semi-comatose state, Chen Zhiming took out a cigarette from his arms, lit it leisurely, took a puff, and said with a smile: "Niu Er, the power evolutionary, alas, it's a pity." ”

Wu Xin felt his brain buzz, and the panic in his heart rose to the extreme.

Chen Zhiming took out a swarthy 92-style from his windbreaker, his eyes under the lenses showed a trace of excitement, and then he put the bolt of the gun on Niu Er's head.

Wu Xin desperately broke free, trying to pounce on him, but Xian'er pressed hard, and two fat arms fixed him like steel bars.

Zhiming looked at Wu Xin, his expression could not hide his excitement: "Kneel." ”

Wu Xin was stunned, showed a miserable smile, his knees were slightly bent, he raised his head and looked at the few people in front of him, Li Shui looked at him with a wicked smile on his face, as if he was watching a comedy, Zhiming in front of him stepped on Niu Er's chest, holding the black 92 style on Niu Er's head, looking extremely excited, even the lenses as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle could not hide the excitement in his eyes.

Wu Xin will always remember this scene in his heart until he kills them!

Immediately no longer hesitated, and fell to his knees with a 'poof', his knees touching the blood-soaked floor, which was a little cool.

"Hahahaha......"

There was a burst of laughter, and the laughter was so happy......