Dai Ruoxi only felt that her arms were getting heavier and heavier, and she didn't swing the stick once, she felt a pain in her right rib.

At this time, the entire right subcostal feeling was wet, and it was obvious that the wound had burst again and was bleeding incessantly. Lack of energy, on the one hand, is the cause of physical drainage, and more importantly, blood loss.

Although Yaxiu's knife was not directly slashed, and there were ribs to protect the internal organs, it cut a deep hole under the ribs, and the blood flowed heavily. However, Dai Ruoxi did not have time to stitch up the wound, so she could only rely on pressure to stop the bleeding.

In this case, you will not be able to do strenuous activities, and the slightest movement will cause the wound to reopen.

At this time, she was facing waves of Yamaguchi-gumi members.

It's not that these members of the Yamaguchi Group are not afraid of death, but the news of the death of Osawa Chunhiko has quietly spread among these members, and any member of the Yamaguchi-gumi who comes here knows what it means to them to catch or kill Dai Ruoxi!

Of course, there is another reason, that is, sticks are not sharp weapons after all.

Of course, it hurts to hit someone with a stick, and in the hands of a master, it is no less powerful than a steel knife.

It's like Dai Ruoxi, who pierced Osawa Chunhiko's throat with a stick. But in the same way, she had to exert more effort than with a knife. Once or twice, it doesn't show up, but the number of times is too much, and the gap comes out.

Moreover, there is another point, that is, compared with knives, the deterrent power of sticks is insufficient.

If you go down with a knife, even if it is a slight injury, it will be bloody and fleshy, and it will look more infiltrating. And if a stick is drawn, even if it is seriously injured and knocked unconscious to the ground, the person who looks at it will not feel as terrible as a knife.

Even in terms of human feelings, it is the feeling that the person has fainted and wakes up after a while.

And the knife wound is not faint. Psychologically, too, go to the hospital for treatment. Otherwise, the blood will run out in a while, and he will die.

These accumulate together, and in group battles, sticks are not as good as sharp weapons such as knives and guns.

Therefore, after a long time, Dai Ruoxi's face became a little pale, and there was sweat on his forehead.

Her stick is hard practiced, and the difference between a short stick and a long stick, in addition to the usual saying that one inch is short and one inch is dangerous, is actually stricter than the long stick. Especially for skill and quasi-xing. The requirements are higher than those of long sticks.

Because the stick is short and the weight is naturally lighter, you can't hit the rough skin and thick flesh of the beater, and you must hit the vital point.

But it is necessary to have quasi-xing, to fight in harm, in the degree of concentration of jing. It is also more demanding than ordinary sticks. Therefore. The loss of human spirit is also large, and it is easy to get tired.

"She's running out of stamina, everyone's work hard!" shouted a dark-skinned Yamaguchi-gumi man. On the one hand, it boosted morale, and on the other hand, it also gave himself courage, and rushed up with a steel pipe in his hand.

The cow tendon stick in Dai Ruoer's hand stabbed out as much as he could, and accurately pointed at the person's person, and at that time, all the front teeth flew out, and the flesh and blood on the mouth were blurred. He fell to the ground on his back, and for a moment he was snorting inarticulately.

But this stick knocked the opponent down. But Dai Ruoxi's feet couldn't help but float for a while, a little unsteady on his feet, and he almost took a step back. Her Jing power was too depleted.

At that moment, several cars rushed from the end of the street, and before the car could stop, the people in the car jumped out of the car. The members of the Yamaguchi-gumi couldn't help but cheer, and some of them shouted, "It's the Taiken Samurai! Taiken Samurai is here......

The people of the Yamaguchi-gumi surrounding Dai Ruoxi immediately dispersed like water, and she looked at it intently, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart, it was Tu Ye Ying, Naha Okawa, and Binjo Hexiu who came, and behind the three, closely followed by Tu Ye Hu, Hechuan Michi, and Yanagi Cocoon, and then Sasaki and his men who jumped out of the van.

In the face of a strong enemy, knowing that it was impossible to do anything, Dai Ruoxi's mind was settled.

She slowly retreated to a corner where she could face the enemy in a smaller area. However, she is just an instinct of a martial artist to judge the situation, in fact, in her heart, she has given up fighting.

The wound under her ribs hurt acutely, and the dizziness from excessive blood loss washed her nerves wave by wave, making her want to sit down, to lie down.

But she still stood there, looking at those in the eye

i myself.

"I'm sorry!," she murmured softly, having saved enough money for her mother's pension and had purchased pension insurance. But the thought of not being able to serve her mother anymore penetrated into her heart like a poisonous snake, making her so distressed that she wanted to cry.

"Dad, I'm coming......" Tears finally flowed from her eyes, why should people live

i, why do you want to live again?

i, and why is the god of fate alive again

On this day, I played tricks on myself and mercilessly took away my father, the one who loved her the most.

She won't be

I herself was captured alive, although it is said that it is better to die than to live, but she would rather die than face an unknown fate.

The last thing that came to her mind was Xie Cunguan's face.

"I didn't believe in fate, but now I do...... I'm also a freshman at the National People's Congress...... We are really fated!" At that time, Xie Cunguan laughed, with three points of pride and seven points of Brother Pig. That was the first time they had met!

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!" Xie Cunguan was apologizing: "When people are thrown out, they always instinctively want to grab something...... "It was the second time they met, and she kept her hand during the competition, but he tore her clothes.

"You tore up my sportswear!" Dai Ruoxi cried: "It was borrowed from the club, and it cost more than 1,000 yuan! How can I compensate others...... Is that my own crying? At that time, I felt so sad to cry for my clothes, but later I realized that that kind of sadness was not sad at all compared to the sadness he brought him later.

Then she remembered that life

i, she cried to him about the bitterness in his heart, but he told himself that he too had lost his father early. So, two children with the same disease went to live for her together

i。

She fell in love with him when he said: For the sake of Father, we are happy!

Yes, in love with him, she is really in love with him.

She still remembers his promise at the time: "Next year, you'll have a big cake, I promise!"

But there is no next year!

Because before next year, he proposed to break up and fell in love with another girl.

He was born in the second year

She was still alone, and that day she was alone in a corner of the campus, heartbroken by the loss of him. The pain of losing his father, although it hurts, has been used to it for more than ten years, and what he brought is a new injury!

She thought at that time that he must be God's punishment for a girl like her who caused her father to lose her life!

She never spoke to anyone about her father, about her life

i。

She felt humbled, so humble that she couldn't even hate him. But she knew that deep down, she still had some resentment towards him.

Until that day, when the girl with a white face sat quietly in front of her and told her the story of her and him, her heart suddenly brightened, although there was a loss, but she knew that he did not love him, but between love and responsibility, he chose a responsibility.

When the girl named Miao Er took out the hand-carved necklace and matched them, she had no intention of reuniting.

It's not that she dislikes anything, but she feels that if she is with him, she will destroy the greatness of everything he has done to Miao'er. This kind of Weida, any man or woman in the world, is incomprehensible.

Only those who have suffered from the loss of love will be willing to use love to save those who are living in pain.

But at this moment, he is going to die, does he know? Will he feel distressed? Will he be reluctant? Will he have a little bit, even if it is one tenth, one percent of the feeling of losing Zhang Miao'er?

But, Xie Cunguan, do you know? My heart is aching! Right now, it hurts!

Dai Ruoxi took one last look at the blue sky above the gate, and then looked at those who were approaching

I myself, she suddenly smiled, but tears welled up all over her face at once.

"Xie Cunguan - do you know I'm calling you?" She suddenly shouted with all her strength: "Xie Cunguan - do you know that I love you?" She couldn't care about anything else, she just wanted to call out her heart: "I really love you so much!

At this moment, her eyes were staring at the Xueliang long knife in the hands of Bincheng Hexiu and Tu Yeying.

She'd rush, and she'd be ready to rush over, letting the knife slash through her body as the other person raised it. Perhaps, she should die like this, as a girl who "killed" her father, the last repentance of her short life!