Yang Ji's throat was dry, and he quietly made a hidden gesture to Fang Zhou'er, whose face was full of tears, signaling her to escape when she saw the opportunity, and on the other side, he raised his finger and pointed at the gang of ruffians fiercely.

"Chase!" The ruffians rushed up frantically with the mountain opening knife, Yang Ji ran wildly, and the foul language was endless, and in an instant, there was no one next to Fang Zhou'er.

"Zhou'er, run......" Yang Ji thought silently in his heart, running with all his strength in the dark alley.

Fang Zhou'er had tears on her face, looking at Yang Ji's back in a daze, understanding that this was risking her life to save herself, and she had to seize this opportunity, so she wiped away her tears, and didn't care about the clothes that were broken into rags, and hurriedly ran towards the orphanage......

At this time, Yang Ji was also running wildly.

Desperate Rush.

He knew that as long as he was a little slower, he would be brutally tortured by the group of ruffians who had lost his mind, but he was really tired, and the continuous running drained every bit of his physical strength, and it seemed that the blood would burn in the next second.

Yang Ji kept calculating in his heart, there was a more lively street in front of him for half a minute, and the flow of people could make them throw a mouse, and he would take the opportunity to get out.

"Damn, that little bunny wants to run down the street, catch up with this girl for me!" Moxigan also ran out of breath, and roared in frustration.

The so-called disaster is not a one-way street, Yang Ji stumbled and fell to the ground in order to avoid a mountain knife thrown behind him, and was surrounded by groups before he even had time to react to the pain.

"The little rabbit cub is quite capable of running, run another one and take a look!" The scar man limped and just caught up, and kicked Yang Ji in the stomach, which hurt so much that Yang Ji's body stiffened and turned into a shrimp shape, and took the opportunity to hold a handful of sand and gravel tightly in his hand.

The tall bald head blocked the only way to live, and he grabbed his collar and lifted him in the air, but seeing that the child who looked a little thin was not afraid, the corners of his lips opened a smile, and finally he laughed wildly.

"Zhou'er should be safe now, it's really right to say that you are scum, and your head is not good...... A simple agitation can make a bunch of mad dogs run around the street behind their owner's ass, hahaha!"

"Smack. Yang Ji received a heavy slap, a trace of blood ran down the corner of his lips, and his cheeks immediately became red and swollen.

If you ask him if he is afraid, the answer is yes. But he can't retreat at this time, because in the face of outlaws, any concession and begging for mercy is useless, and he can only put on a posture to provoke the other party and find a glimmer of life in a desperate place.

"Take this rabbit cub to the dung pit, I changed my mind... Since his mouth is so stinky, let him drink to his heart's content, and he can't be a starving ghost!" Moxican's head felt anger like never before, and his face was so gloomy that it seemed to be dripping water.

was played around by an ignorant child.

He wanted him to pay a heavy price.

He wanted him to regret it.

I want him to die.

Yang Ji licked his bloody teeth, a trace of jade-burning fierceness flashed in his eyes, but a sense of surprise suddenly appeared on his face and shouted: "Dean, you are finally here, save me!"

Several people were stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked back along Yang Ji's line of sight, Yang Ji took the opportunity to kick and kicked the crotch of the bald fat man, there seemed to be a cracking sound, the bald head covered his crotch in pain, and collapsed to the ground with a muffled snort.

Jumping down in this gap, he backhanded the machete pinned to the fat man's waist, and the opportunity was fleeting, the whole process seemed to be long, but it only took a few seconds, all in one go.

When the three of them reacted, they all roared angrily and raised their knives to slash at Yang Ji, he was half-squatting, and he struggled to swing the sand and gravel in the palm of his hand in a semicircle, and rushed towards the nearest horse-faced man.

The faint light of the knife reflected the moonlight, bringing out a bright blood flower from the bottom to the top.

Before the horse-faced man's eyes could be opened, a line of blood split from his chin to his forehead, covering his face and letting out a miserable howl like killing a pig.

Yang Ji was trembling with nervousness, he didn't have time to think, he could only rush forward, like a young beast with its fangs showing its fangs, his steps did not stop, and he rushed straight at the lame scar man.

When the scar man heard the miserable howl of the horse's face, he forcibly opened his bloodshot and red eyes, and saw the crazy boy with a knife in the moonlight, and a trace of panic flashed in his heart, but then he was overshadowed by a strong anger, and cursed with a swear word, and slashed his left arm.

Yang Ji rushed faster, slammed forward, and rolled on the spot with a donkey to avoid the oncoming knife light, only to hear a stabbing sound, Yang Ji's back was scratched a deep blood mark, and the blood gushed out.

Burst.

A soft sound was unusually harsh in the empty alley.

The scar man covered his stomach with a shocked face, looked down at the mountain knife that was inserted into the abdomen and Yang Ji, who was pale and clenched his teeth, with blood blisters flowing from the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but finally fell to the ground.

Everything seems to be as neat as a rabbit, but in fact, it exhausts Yang Ji's physical strength and mind.

The head of Mohican, who had regained his vision, looked at the blood-stained little ghost in front of him in a daze, and he had a sense of unreal absurdity.

"Hell... It's just a little kid, how can it be?" Mohican was shocked by the ruthlessness of the little boy in front of him.

Yang Ji squeezed out the last trace of physical energy, and silently and immaturely dragged the knife to cut Mo Xigan's head, and the latter subconsciously raised his knife to block forward in a hurry.

"Collapse" A piercing sound of gold and iron sounded, after all, there was still a gap in strength between him and adults, Yang Ji only felt a tingling pain in the tiger's mouth, and the knife also flew high. Mo Xigan's head leaned forward unconsciously, Yang Ji quickly seized the opportunity to rub his body up, climbed on the shoulder of Mo Xigan's head and bit it fiercely, like a hungry little wolf.

Mo Xigan only felt a pain in his neck, and then the collar was a little wet, he let out a scream in horror, and subconsciously threw away the knife, threw Yang Ji to the ground, and hurriedly used his hand to block the stream that meandered between his neck, and his eyes were bright red.

"Die!" Moxigan's entire face was distorted and deformed from extreme pain, and he howled and grabbed at Yang Ji.

Yang Ji got up from the ground and forcibly stabilized his crumbling body, feeling a little flustered in his heart, only to feel that his consciousness was getting heavier and heavier, and the blood on his back soaked through his clothes at some point, and it was painful to even move.

The bald fat man not far away came back to his senses and slowly stood up holding his battered crotch, but his tall and fat body happened to block Yang Ji's only escape route.

Narrowly dodging the attack of Mohicantou, he suddenly saw an inconspicuous manhole in the corner of the alley, perhaps unmanaged after the demolition, so the manhole cover was also stolen in exchange for a meager amount of money, leaving only a deep hole and the ruins of the wall to accompany each other.

"Fight!" Yang Ji was ruthless in his heart.

The decision was not difficult to make, and the original plan has turned into a dead end. He did not hesitate at all, because there was no room for consideration and weighing, like a martyr who looked at death as if he were going home, rushed straight into the manhole, jumped down and was swallowed up in the darkness, leaving only the helpless Moshigan on the ground to let out a resentful and unwilling scream.

"Zhou'er... Guys... Is this the end?" The thoughts seemed to be transmitted from a long distance, Yang Ji only felt that there was silence around him, and everything he encountered in the alley had become a black and white silhouette picture that kept regressing.

Then freeze frame.

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