It wasn't until blood fell to the ground, making a ticking sound, that the middle-aged man suddenly woke up, looked at the blade that Lu Bancheng stabbed into his leg, was slightly stunned, and then smiled, stretched out his hand, applauded and said: "I didn't see it, you are still an infatuated species, it's really touching......"

The middle-aged man made a look of being moved, and read the poem excitedly: "...... Ask what is the situation in the world, and the direct teaching promises life and death......"

Stopping the clapping of his hands, the middle-aged man changed his tone and his tone became sharp again: "...... However, we said that the good ones are three knives, and there are two more knives, so let's go ahead......"

Lu Bancheng's fingertips holding the hilt of the knife trembled slightly because of the pain, and the corners of his lips lost blood.

The middle-aged man waited for about a minute, and seeing that he hadn't made any follow-up moves, he didn't bother to say anything and gave the knife-wielding man a look.

The hand of the man with the knife, before he could exert himself, Lu Bancheng gritted his teeth and pulled the knife out of his leg.

The blood flowed even harder, and after a while, the pants were dyed red.

Facing the middle-aged man's playful eyes, he raised his hand again with a firm face, stabbed into his thigh, and two wounds in succession, making him snort in pain, and then he pulled it out and stabbed it for the third time with a knife in his hand.

The pain made him gasp, and then he held his breath, slowly raised his head, and met the eyes of the man with the knife, and after a long while, he shook his teeth and asked clearly, word by word: "Can you take the knife away from her?" ”

The knife-wielding man looked at the middle-aged man.

I've become like this, and I'm still thinking about this woman...... The middle-aged man sneered in his heart and nodded at the knife-wielding man.

The man with the knife put the knife away, stuffed it into his pocket, and let go of the hand that grabbed Xu Wen's collar, but she still fell to the ground limply again.

The middle-aged man swept his eyes and was stabbed three times in the leg, obviously unable to hold it anymore, and slowly knelt down on the ground Lu Bancheng, and said to the man who had been kicked twice by Lu Bancheng: "Find a rope and tie him up." ”

"Yes."

Hearing the response, the middle-aged man took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and smoked it leisurely as if he had a big problem in his heart.

He couldn't just go down, he had to make sure she was safe.

What's more, whether Wu Hao can save Xu Nuan from these three people is unknown, and he can't leave her in such an unknown danger.

So, even if he fell, he had to save her......

Lu Bancheng endured the pain, and while turning his mind in the bottom of his heart, he observed the three people in the room.

Except for one man, who was looking for a rope, the other two people had already begun to chat about other things.

Sure enough, as he thought just now, if he was not injured, the three of them would not let their guard down, the reason why he gave himself three knives so ruthlessly, protecting her was one of them, and the other was to let the three of them relax their vigilance.

Only then will he be able to find the flaws.

He had a leg injury that wouldn't last long, and he had to get her to the safest place in the shortest possible time.

The safest place to ...... Lu Bancheng looked at the window, which was glassless, outside the window, the river, and through the whistling wind, the sound of the river could be faintly heard.