"You won't last long." Zhang Qing's attitude was very indifferent, he raised his head calmly, and wiped away the blood that overflowed from his mouth.

This woman is indeed not simple.

But that's about it.

"You can, try again."

Luo Lin gasped, grabbed the dagger in his right hand, and slowly stood up.

But as long as you stand up slightly, the whole person is in great pain.

Zhang Qing kept attacking her left shoulder and thigh, and the bullet from her wound was not removed.

Now he has been wounded and fighting at high intensity, and the bullets embedded in the wounds are pushing deeper into the flesh.

The man's fist kept smashing into the wound, punch after punch.

She was already injured and lost to him. Now the wound was the best way for him to break through her defenses.

And the dagger in his right hand left more and more scars on her body as time went on.

It hurts, it hurts.

Luo Lin couldn't hold it anymore and spit out a mouthful of blood again.

This time, he didn't even have the strength to hold the dagger to support him, and he fell directly to the ground.

The blood on his body continued to overflow, staining the ground red and gray.

When Moran Ember saw this scene, his eyes were moistened with tears, and he bit his lower lip tightly to prevent himself from crying.

But that fist was smashed on people, smashed on gunshot wounds!

She can see that Luo Lin has reached the point of desperation.

But even so, she struggled to get up······

Luo Lin, live.

Please, live.

Moran Ember prayed with tears in her eyes.

At this moment, she realized that human life is so cheap.

Staying alive is more important than anything else.

But Moran Ember also knew that her prayers were useless.

Because she knows very well that this time, Luo Lin is afraid that she will not survive.

Luo Lin, who was kneeling on one knee, was holding his right hand on the ground, trying to struggle hard, but he kept falling.

Eventually, she couldn't hold it anymore, her hand went limp, and she fell heavily to the ground, and the blood from the wound flowed more cheerfully.

Luo Lin didn't have much strength anymore, and his vision at Zhang Qing was blurred a lot.

Even though her vision was blurry, she knew that the man was constantly closing in on her.

Luo Lin turned his eyes, looked at the dagger not far from his hand, and stretched out his hand to hold the dagger again.

But Zhang Qing had already come and kicked Luo Lin's dagger away directly.

"You're a good opponent, it's just a pity that you're injured. Otherwise, we can fight for a while. ”

Zhang Qing looked at several long cuts on his arm, and his tone was much darker.

"You're going to die now, though."

“Farewell， Chinese soldier。”

Zhang Qing clenched the dagger, bent down, and stabbed Luo Lin fiercely.

Just when the sharp tip of the knife was about to stab Luo Lin's head, Luo Lin's sloppy gaze instantly condensed. The palms that were spread on the ground had already accumulated strength, and they moved their bodies to the left.

The sharp knife pierced Luo Lin's right shoulder.

Zhang Qing didn't pay attention to it, in his opinion, even if this woman escaped the fatal injury, she wouldn't last long.

Because he'll make up for it again.

It's just that when Zhang Qing saw the crazy smile on Luo Lin's face, his heart immediately became vigilant.

Zhang Qing almost subconsciously wanted to withdraw his dagger, but Luo Lin's hand was already attached to the back of his hand.

In Zhang Qing's stunned gaze, Luo Lin's right hand attached to the back of Zhang Qing's hand slammed into force.

The dagger sank completely into Luo Lin's right shoulder.

Luo Lin snorted, his face no longer bloodless.

But the smile on her face was extraordinarily bright, as if she had expected this scene for a long time.

In other words, she had already designed this scene.