The four of them looked at Lan Ting in fear, the wound was in severe pain, and their hearts were even more shocked. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info This young man is like a devil in hell, he seriously injured four people in one move, and he was injured and bleeding but didn't care at all.

Lan Ting walked up to Lou Guanshan, crouched down, stared at his face, and looked down until it stopped at his knees.

Lou Guanshan's face was pale due to excessive blood loss, and he gradually couldn't struggle, he watched Lan Ting put the Xunjiang dagger on his knees, the cool breeze hit his back, and he complained bitterly in his heart. He already has no feet, and if he gets a pair of knees gouged out by Lanting, he will have to spend the rest of his life in bed.

"In the past, when you did bad things, did you ever think that there would be this day?" Lan Ting used his hand hard, and Xunjiang dagger pierced into Lou Guanshan's knee.

"Ahh

The Xunjiang dagger stabbed into the depths, and Lan Ting picked it up with his right hand and pulled out a piece of his knee. Lou Guanshan was speechless in pain, and at this moment, his other knee was also separated from his body. Then he fainted directly.

The other three were extremely desperate when they saw Lan Ting so cruel and their hearts fell to the bottom. The blood from Lanting's waist was still pouring out, and his body was starting to weaken, but his heart was as solid as a rock.

From now on, whoever dares to trample on his dignity will definitely pay back tenfold!

Then there was a cry in the alley, and Lan Ting stood up, sweat running down his sideburns. He looked down at the eight knees on the ground, three of the four big men had fainted, and the other was lying on the ground, his eyes were hollow, and he looked like he should be crazy.

Then, Lan Ting stepped on a knee with his foot, and with a little force, the bone shattered into powder. Then he used the same drop to crush the remaining seven knees, put away the Xunjiang dagger, turned around and walked towards the mouth of the alley.

In winter, the sun is harsh, but there is no temperature. Behind Lan Ting was a pool of blood, and the four of Lou Guanshan lost their ability to move, if no one found them, they would let the blood flow for an hour, and they would die.

They deserve it, they bully the weak, and they do all the bad things. Now the sky really has eyes, good and evil are rewarded, presumably even if someone finds them, they will only walk away, this is called karma.

Good and evil will be rewarded,

Heaven is a good reincarnation.

Look up in disbelief,

Whom does the heavens spare?

If you are good in life, even if you will not be rich and rich, at least you will be stable for a lifetime. If it is true that they are born in troubled times, good people will not die well, but at least they have a clear conscience in their hearts. For those who have done all the bad deeds, they are happy today, but one day they will be damned.

Lan Ting staggered down the street, blood running down his waist, and from behind him, the boy looked lonely and persistent. The blood on the ground gradually coagulated in the cold winter, and none of the passers-by on either side came to inquire when they saw that he was injured.

This world has always been like this, noisy but poignant, lively but desolate. Beauty is always in the heart, but a person is faced with endless despair.

Lan Ting only felt that half of his body was numb, his head was dizzy, and his vision was gradually blurred. But he still insisted on moving forward, if not for anything else, even if he died, he would die on the road.

When Lan Ting saw the plaque of "The Best Art Gallery", he smiled with satisfaction, thinking of the painter named Qin Xiangniao, remembering his often shy expression and twisted demeanor. Lan Ting's heart warmed, it turned out that there was really a gentleman like Qin Xiangniao in the world, although the two only met today. But Lan Ting found that it seemed that he had a strong affection for this Qin bird in his heart. Qin looked weak against the bird, but Lan Ting felt that he had an invincible spirit.

Lan Ting stood still, looked up at the bright sky, and fell to the ground with a sway. Qin was cleaning up the picture scroll that was messed up by Lou Guanshan and them in the art gallery, and suddenly heard a noise outside the door, and when he came out, he saw that it was Lan Ting.

Qin Xiangniao hurriedly ran over and took the young man's hand, at this moment he couldn't feel the young man's body temperature at all. His heart was in a mess, and he hurriedly checked Lan Ting's body, and found that there was a deep knife mark on his waist, Ying's eyebrows were furrowed, and he immediately carried Lan Ting.

At this time, Lan Ting was half-asleep, lying on Qin Xiangniao's back, and muttered, "Uncle, no one will dare to bully you from now on." ”

One sentence brought tears to Qin's eyes, "You are seriously injured, don't speak." When he looked back, he was completely unconscious.

Qin Xiangniao carried Lan Ting in, the gallery was his home, put Lan Ting on his bed, untied his belt, and stripped off his clothes. The knife mark on the young man's waist was shocking, and Qin gasped at the bird, "How did this kid carry such a deep wound?"

Qin turned over the cabinets to the bird, and finally found a bottle of gold sore medicine, sprinkled it evenly on Lan Ting's wound, and carefully bandaged it. But after a while, the blood slowly seeped out, and it seemed that the gold sore medicine could not stop the bleeding.

Lan Ting had already lost too much blood, his face was extremely pale, and if he couldn't stop the bleeding, his life would be in danger at any time.

Qin is a scholar of the bird, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but does not know martial arts. But when his life was at stake, he calmed down, and his whole body unleashed a momentum that was in danger. I don't know if he is a hermit master, or if he was born to be a figure who strategizes and fights thousands of miles.

Qin turned out two pieces of broken silver and a few copper coins under the wooden bed, which were all his savings. Looking down at the silver two in his hand, he felt sad, not that he was reluctant to pay, but that he blamed himself for why he only had so much money, if there was more, would he be able to find a better doctor for Lan Ting?

Qin is a person who knows how to repay his kindness, and Lan Ting does not hesitate to kneel down to the wicked in order to save him, and he will never forget it in this life. He walked out with all his savings, leaving only the unconscious Lan Ting in the gallery.

When Qin Xiangniao came back, he was accompanied by an old man with a medicine box, thin and shrewd, who didn't look like a doctor, but looked like a charlatan.

"You save this little brother, he has lost too much blood. Qin looked at Lan Ting worriedly, and the young man's chest rose and fell. He reached out to probe Lan Ting's snort, and found that the boy's breathing was weakening.

The old man put down the medicine box and untied the strip of cloth, "Oh, such a deep wound is not easy to treat. He stared at the silver in Qin Xiangniao's hand, his eyes rolling and he didn't know what was in his heart.

"Please, saving someone's life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter. Qin handed over the silver and copper coins to the bird.

"The old man only believes in medicine, but not in Buddhism. The old man sat at the head of the bed and stroked his beard.

Qin Xiangniao knew that he wanted to add money, but he really didn't have any money, "You are good at it, I will have this money." Or you can take whatever you want in the house. ”

"You actually think of the old man as a money-grubber! I don't see this disease!" The old man actually stood up, took the medicine box and was about to go out.