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If it was before, let alone being humiliated like this, being beaten like this. www.biquge.info With the temperament of Duanmu madness, I am afraid that as early as when he was surrounded by the disciples of the Flame Gate, he would have made a violent move and sent out the most sharp counterattack.

However, at this time, Duanmu was disheartened, all thoughts were lost, and he had long since lost his original bravery. His eyes were blank, and he lay motionless on the ground, allowing the fists and kicks of these men to inflict on him without the slightest resistance.

Boron!

Suddenly, there was a thunderous sound, and the sound of punches and kicks rang out. The disciples of the Flame Gate fought happily, pouring up bursts of dust and shocking others.

Soon, Duanmu was beaten and bleeding in many places, and blood flowed from his mouth and nose. These disciples of the Flame Gate shot extremely hard, and in the middle, they also urged the vitality to attack him, beating him so bloody that he couldn't even open his eyes.

He curled up on the ground, curled into a ball, and his originally handsome and tough face was covered in blood and dust, sticky there, and it looked shocking.

Whew!Whew!

Originally, there were many passers-by watching here, but at this time, they were all shocked by this murderous scene, and they all ran away with a "brush", lest they get into this unwarranted disaster.

However, although the men ran away, they did not leave, and still stood in the distance looking this way.

"It's too cruel, what kind of evil did that disciple of the Wuyue Sect do, why was he beaten every day?"

"Who knows? Isn't it rumored now, this guy who was beaten was a genius before, maybe he was proud of his talents in the past, and he offended too many people, so he was beaten every day. In the crowd, a man shook his head when he heard this, and said, "However, these disciples of the Flame Gate are really heavy, and they can't stop when they are beaten like that." ”

"That's not it, every time this disciple of the Five Peaks Sect is beaten, the people from the Flame Gate will hit the hardest. The other said.

In the human settlement, many disciples of the great sects can also be seen gathering and fighting on weekdays, but they have never seen such a miserable fight as now.

Those Flame Gate disciples were all like wolves and tigers, and they were all beaten to the point that Duanmu Mania was about to die, and they were still violently kicking there, and their fists and feet were like raindrops desperately beckoning to Duanmu Mania, and they were in a posture of wanting to beat people to death.

Many people couldn't bear it, and the discussion immediately began.

"Hey, the genius of the past is now reduced to a wasted person, and he is humiliated and beaten every day, which is really miserable. ”

"These Flame Gate people are also too much, bullying an alcoholic like this. ”

"Shhh, be quiet, you don't want to die? These people from the big sects, we can't afford to mess with them. ”

There was a lot of talk and sighs, but no one dared to stand up and stop it.

This world is realistic, martial arts are respected, and everyone watching can appear in the Southern Wilderness Fierce Plain, naturally they are not ordinary people, and many of them are also disciples of various sects and sects.

However, compared to a giant like the Flame Gate, their sect can only be regarded as a passerby, and naturally no one dares to force their way out to cause trouble that they don't need to or can't afford to provoke.

The picture seemed to be frozen, and people just stood in the distance and watched from afar, watching the disciples of the Flame Gate rise and fall, watching this tragedy happen.

"Silly Boy ......"

No one noticed that in a corner not far from them, there was a graceful figure standing there, also looking intently at this side.

Zhong Lingyan is still gorgeous, her melon seed face is as white as jade, and her eyebrows are curved, like a fairy above the nine heavens, landing in the mortal dust.

She just stood there like that, and the whole world was going to lose its lustre, and Joan's nose was upturned, and her eyes were like jewels, which were too beautiful.

It's just that on her delicately carved face, there is a lingering sadness, which destroys the beauty of this dust.

A month ago, the news that Duanmu was willing to fall and became a waste person came back to the sect, and the sect was shocked. Many elders beat their chests one after another, it was difficult to accept, and Zhong Lingyan naturally got the news as soon as possible.

At first, she didn't care, because of such a long period of contact, she knew better than anyone what kind of person Duanmu Mad was.

How could such a person who is optimistic by nature, full of yearning for martial arts, has an extremely firm belief, and is lawless, be willing to fall?

As for saying that Duanmu has become a drunkard who is drunk and dreaming of death all day long, Zhong Lingyan is even more sneering, because the stupid boy is not good at drinking and does not like to drink, she knows this.

Duanmu often told her that wine is a poison that pierces the intestines, and those who practice martial arts should not indulge in the things in the cup. Usually not on specific occasions, he basically does not drink a drop of alcohol, and even if he has to drink, he will never drink more than one bowl.

I still remember one time, Duanmu was forced to drink by other senior brothers, and even overturned the table, which made many people unhappy, and she was also present at the time.

Therefore, when everyone in the Wuyue Sect was talking about this matter, Zhong Lingyan was still calm and relaxed, and did not believe that the stupid boy in her mind would become what people said, become a drunkard, and become a waste.

It wasn't until later, when Zhong Zhenyue personally transmitted the news to her through the sound transmission jade, Zhong Lingyan couldn't be calm anymore, this matter was said by his father, so there would definitely be no falsehood.

Ignoring Zhong Zhenyue's dissuasion, and despite the fact that she was on the verge of breaking through the realm, she left the Wuyue Sect as soon as possible and hurried to the Southern Wilderness Fierce Plain.

When she arrived here, Zhong Lingyan's heart was about to break, and she couldn't believe that the little enemy who haunted her and worried about her day and night would become like this.

It's only been a few months, Duanmu Crazy is like a different person, the whole person has lost a lot of weight, and his body has dried up. He was unkempt and drunk every day, ignoring her arrival, as if he didn't even notice her presence.

He isolated himself from the world and lived like a walking dead every day. On his originally slightly immature face, there were more vicissitudes of life, more tiredness, and only less smile.

A boy who was only fifteen years old looked like an old man in his twilight, full of dead ashes and without a little life.

Zhong Lingyan felt that her heart was so painful, and her heart ached, and the fists and feet of these Flame Gate disciples in front of her fell on Duanmu Mad's body, like a sharp knife cutting at her heart one by one.

Tears were dripping silently and falling to the ground, like plum blossoms in full bloom, so magnificent. It was a sad tear that flowed down her face, and then across her red lips, shiny, radiant, and bitter.

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