In the moment before death, people will think of the most important person in this life, whether it is their biological parents, close lovers, siblings, or important friends.

And at this moment, the most important relative in my life is also the fat man of life and death, and I am in a state of life and death. And apart from him, I only thought of Master. If both of us are dead now, and no one will give him the old man's pension in the future, and he has never repaid the kindness of raising in this life, I can't help but feel a little reluctant in my heart.

I felt the sharp fingertips that had penetrated my abdomen, and I imagined the scene of the intestines flowing out of my body, and said in my heart: I will never dare to eat pigs with fat people again.

But will there be a future?

Suddenly, a strong wind swept across my cheeks, and then I heard a muffled bang, and I opened my eyes suddenly, and saw that the man who had attacked me had been knocked out, and his brains were thrown all over the wall.

Then I saw an iron rod flying up and down, dancing like a lotus flower, so that the people who surrounded me and the fat man quickly dodged out.

A figure crouched in front of me and the fat man, patted us on the cheeks and shouted, "Wake up, wake up." ”

With cold eagle eyes and an unruly cigarette on his lips, I fought hard and looked at the person in front of me with a grin, "Brother Smoker, you're here." ”

He nodded, quickly took out a white porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out two red pills, and stuffed them into my and the fat man's mouths respectively. Then he said, "Don't swallow it, put it under your tongue and take it." And cheer up, don't sleep. ”

The fat man who was injured was already drowsy. He covered the cut wound on his belly, and said to the cigarette man with grinned teeth: "You girl, can you not appear on the stage at the last critical moment, if you show up later, you can directly collect the bodies of the two of us." ”

The cigarette man put away the medicine bottle, then put him and the fat man's backpacks across in front of the two of us, patted the fat man on the shoulder and comforted, "Don't worry! You can't die. With that, he immediately stood up. Holding an iron rod, he rushed towards the five people in front of him.

Just now, it was because Liu Da and the others were defenseless that they were successfully attacked by the smoke man, which caught the black man off guard. was beaten to death. Now the remaining five people were on guard, and immediately put on a posture and began to dodge the smoke man's attack lightly and nimbly.

Yan Nan learned kung fu in Shaolin Temple since he was a child, and his skills are naturally very good. But. The few people in front of me are no longer normal people. Their bodies dodge and attack in an extremely unscientific trajectory, and the damage they receive is almost minimal, and they don't seem to feel any pain at all, and even if they are injured, they still attack with ferocity from beginning to end.

After a while, the smoke man's footsteps slowed down significantly, and the iron pipe in his hand became more and more sluggish, and among the few people who attacked him. Only Yoo Dae had one leg broken by him, and none of the others were substantially hurt. A moment later. The smoke man was obviously at a disadvantage, and seeing that he was about to lose it, he began to slowly approach a stone wall, holding the iron rod across his chest to resist the attacks of others.

My left shoulder was injured, my muscles were torn apart, and I guess I might be crippled in the future, and I was also poked five holes in my stomach, and I kept bleeding out. As I watched the fight, I struggled to open the fat man's backpack, took out the gold sore medicine and sprinkled it on the wound, and then wrapped my clothes around the wound around my waist.

The fat man's eyes were already erratic, and his pupils were a little dilated, and he could barely force himself to open his eyelids for a moment.

I slapped him on the cheek a few times and said, "Fatty, wake up, hold on, don't sleep." Then he began to treat the wounds on his body.

A large piece of flesh had been stripped off of the fat man's left thigh, the bowl-sized wound had been bleeding out, his chest was full of holes poked by his fingers, the blood had begun to gradually coagulate, and his arms were covered with scratches of different shades, and he could no longer see a complete piece of skin. I sprinkled all the gold sore medicine on him, and then wrapped the only roll of bandages in my backpack around his thigh, the wound on his thigh was so deep and large that I was very worried that he would lose too much blood and threaten his life.

I took a seat in a dimly lit corner, and treated the wounds on me and the fat man in a rough and simple way. In this case, there is no condition for healing at all, and you can only rely on your own self-healing function to slowly heal your wounds. And the smoke man is still fighting fiercely, but the smoke man is obviously at a disadvantage now, seeing that he only has the ability to parry, and he has no power to fight back.

I watched intently, for fear that if I flashed my mind, I would be exhausted and swallowed up by endless darkness. And at this moment, Liuda's nephew suddenly twisted his neck mechanically, looked back at me and the fat man, and couldn't help but secretly scream "not good" in his heart, and silently prayed: Don't come.

However, Yanagi's nephew, whose neck was turned and twisted, had already spread his limbs on the ground and crawled towards the corner of the wall where I was hiding in a very strange manner. I don't even have the strength to speak now, and the fat man's forehead is covered with sweat, and he is frowning with his eyes closed in pain, as if he will fall into a coma at any moment.

Neither of us was able to resist, but the strange enemy was ready to attack, and we had to hold on to the bronze dagger, grit our teeth, and keep our eyes firmly on the nephew of Liu who was crawling towards me.

Liu's nephew, who looked like a four-legged spider, was getting closer and closer to me, and seeing that he was only about a meter away, he suddenly stopped crawling, and instantly arched up, ready to jump up from the ground to attack.

The first strike is strong, and the second attack suffers, I didn't wait for Liu's nephew to get up from the ground, so I took a breath and bounced off the ground, wanting to wave the bronze dagger in my hand and catch Liu's nephew off guard. As a result, it backfired, and the injured Yan zhòng's weak body did not obey the call at all, and when he stood up on the ground just now, his legs weakened, and he fell directly forward to the ground.

At this time, Liu's nephew had already jumped up from the ground, and he was about to pounce on me, when I was lying on the ground, I suddenly saw a lightning bolt shoot out, directly piercing Liu's nephew's chest and shooting on the ground.

It turned out that at the critical moment, the iron rod in the smoke man's hand shot out like a javelin like lightning, shooting through the body of Liu's nephew, and directly nailed his body to the ground in the air. Only a few drops of blood splattered from Liu's nephew's chest, which slowly dripped down the iron rod and fell to the ground, and then he closed his eyes and died with his head drooping.

It can be seen that when the smoke man shoots out the iron rod, it takes full force to quickly pass through the chest cavity of Liu's nephew, so that the blood does not flow out too much. This also caused the smoke man to exhaust his strength, and he saw that his legs were weak, and his body slipped down the stone wall.

The people besieging him would definitely not miss such a good opportunity, and they all waved their claws and attacked the smoke man. In the blink of an eye, the clothes on the cigarette man's body were torn into strips, and he couldn't cover his body at all.

I stood up clutching my stomach, gritted my teeth, endured the pain, and hunched over to the body of my nephew. After a few difficult steps, he grabbed the end of the iron rod stuck in the ground with both hands, trying to pull it up from the ground so that he could help the smoking man. As a result, I don't know if I was injured and Yan Zòng lost his strength, or if the iron rod was inserted too deep into the ground, even if I used all my strength, I couldn't pull the iron rod off the ground in the slightest.

On the contrary, due to my excessive force, the wound in my abdomen cracked open again, and the blood flowed like an infusion, so painful that my hands and feet couldn't help but be confined for a while, and my eyes were black for a while. I clutched the painful wound in my abdomen, glanced at the cigarette man in the distance out of the corner of my eye, and saw that he had stumbled along the wall, stumbling and stumbling very messy, and it would not be long before he would be surrounded again, and not only would he be unable to escape, but his life would also be in danger.

I glared angrily at the iron rod stuck in the ground, and I was so anxious that I was about to breathe fire. He slapped his unconscious head suddenly, secretly scolded himself for his poor memory, and hurriedly reached out and held the iron rod again, this time no longer using brute force to pull out the iron rod, but twisting it. I was in a hurry, and I forgot for a moment that the iron rod brought by the cigarette man this time can be split, and the three iron pipes can be twisted and separated.

I quickly unscrewed the first section of the iron pipe, only to find that the iron pipe turned out to be dead, no wonder I couldn't pull it out. Such a heavy dead core iron rod, and the cigarette man wielded it as easily as a rolling pin, I really have to sigh and admire. I stepped on the corpse of my nephew with one foot, trying with all my might to pull out the last solid iron pipe that was stuck in the ground. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't pull it up. On the contrary, with all my strength, my eyes suddenly went black, and my dizziness was so dizzy that I almost fainted.

I propped my hands on the iron rod and bit my tongue to force myself to wake up, blood running down the corners of my mouth. But my mind was clear, but my body couldn't exert any strength.

Suddenly, from behind me, a pair of bloodstained arms suddenly stretched out, and the hands that were constantly dripping blood grasped the iron pipe. Surprised, I heard a loud shout, and the iron rod was pulled off the ground. I immediately looked back and saw that the fat man had an iron rod in his hand, which had fallen straight at my feet.

I hurriedly crouched down and shouted, "Fatty, fat." ”

The fat man's eyelids twitched, and the eyeballs rolled around under the eyelids, but they didn't open their eyes. When I saw that the fat man was still alive, I told him in a loud voice: "Fat man, you lie here for a while, don't fall asleep, I will give the iron rod to the cigarette man, and I will come back to accompany you." ”

The words are very simple, but my left arm was injured and I couldn't move at all, and it took a lot of time to twist the iron rod with a lot of effort with one hand. And just when I dragged the iron rod and was about to support the smoke man, I found that the four monster-like men had already trapped the smoke man in the middle, stretched out several sharp claws, and inserted them neatly into the smoke man's body. (To be continued......)