Chu Yunmian is injured, seriously injured!

He was stabbed in the shoulder, he had an axe under his ribs, he was hammered in the back, he was clubbed in the chest, he spurted blood!

Hua Eighteen Heart hurt violently four times, and each time the pain was more and more profound. She looked softly at the drunken "three-cylinder boy" Wen Seventeen, she wanted him to make a move, but he snored slightly in response to her.

The "Four Heavenly Kings" were advancing wildly, and Chu Yunmian had already retreated to the door, and behind him was the white and vast rain street.

On the bluestone slab street, which is almost never visited on rainy days, there is actually a small sedan chair in Tsing Yi at this moment, and the four handsome young men in Chinese clothes who carry the sedan chair are running at a speed almost like four galloping horses, carrying this sedan chair and galloping.

In the blink of an eye, the Tsing Yi bridge had rushed up the long steps of the inn, the two young men in Chinese clothes in front of them were half-bent on their knees, and the companions behind were slightly raised, and the small sedan chair was still as stable as still water.

The thirteen stone steps went up in an instant, and at this moment, a soft rope flew out of the sedan chair; at this moment, the soft rope was tied to the waist of Chu Yunmian, who was injured and swept back; at this moment, Chu Yunmian was pulled up by the sudden flying rope and fell into the Tsing Yi bridge.

More than ten fast car soldiers have surrounded the small sedan chair, the spear has been raised, the waist knife has been unsheathed, the pot and arrow have been wound, the murderous aura as cold as frost has immediately shrouded the inn in front of the granite steps, and even the wind chimes on the eaves have been killed, and every hand holding the handle of the knife is full of cold sweat.

The four "sedan chair men" make people's eyes shine, they are too young, too beautiful, and too noble.

One of them is magnificent, one is graceful and gorgeous, one is graceful, and the other is gentle and elegant, and they stand surrounded by a sabre-rattling and murderous fast-catching army, just like four proud cranes falling into a flock of chickens and ducks.

Hua Eighteen soon didn't remember Chu Yunmian, she stared at the four "sedan chair men" with bright eyes, and her saliva made the cook Tang Zhaocai and the bartender Lei Jinbao couldn't bear to look at her.

Hua Eighteen has never denied that he likes beautiful men, let alone four beautiful men with great backgrounds.

-- The majestic is the brother of the hussar general Feng Da General, the graceful and gorgeous is the only son of the richest man in the capital, the Hua Hua is rich, the only son of the fourth master of the flower, the graceful is the nephew of the Hubu servant Lang Xue, the gentle and elegant is the eldest grandson of the elder Yue Zhongtian, the fourth young man in the capital, the wind and the snow, and the famous imperial capital.

What about the people in the sedan chair?

The sedan chair landed slowly and gently, silently.

Liu Dehua held a tiger-headed knife weighing at least two hundred catties with both hands, and rushed over with a roar. He was burly, with a fleshy face, thick lips like scarlet meat, and an iron mustache like pig's bristles.

-- No one dares to stop this momentum of rushing and killing! No one can stop it!

Suddenly, Liu De paddled him and screamed, and his huge figure fell backwards.

When he fell, there was an extra red mark on his forehead, a small red mark.

When he fell to the ground like a heavy hammer, the small red mark suddenly gradually expanded, and finally there was a "peng" sound, the forehead was cracked, and the blood appeared.

Then, everyone saw a finger, a fair, slender, delicate middle finger.

This finger stretched out from the car curtain and was now slowly retracting.

This finger not only asked for the life of Liu Dehua, the head of the "Four Heavenly Kings", but also shocked the audience, and everyone looked at the sedan curtain.

The cloth of the sedan curtain is very thick, and it is embroidered with a peony pattern, and no one can see through the things behind the curtain.

Li Ming's clothes are wet, and I don't know if it's rain or sweat?

He roared, dragged the double-edged mountain opening giant axe, and attacked straight at the sedan canopy.

He is the tallest, but he also moves the fastest, and the giant axe rubs a string of sparks against the bluestone ground when he walks, depending on how much he has to split into two with a sedan chair!

But the sedan chair didn't crack, he himself did.

His nose bone was cracked, and his people flew out of the door, and landed in the puddle of the street, and immediately the water was blood-red, and he never got up again.

Another finger, the thumb, stretched out from the curtain of the car.

-- A thumb with a beautiful curve, as if he was praising Li Ming's axe for being good.

Guo Fucheng and Zhang Xue glanced at each other in horror, and suddenly felt bitter in their throats, and their whole bodies were shivering with cold.

Four beautiful young men in fancy clothes carrying a sedan chair looked at them as if they were seeing two dead people, with casual pity in their eyes.

Guo Fu howled wildly and swung the hammer.

Zhang Xue roared angrily, slammed the stick,

The two of them let go of everything, and smashed the sedan chair with a hammer and a stick.

Then, everyone discovered something.

Guo Fucheng and Zhang Xueyou both fell on their backs on the stone steps, and there was a bloody hole in their throats, and the rainwater from the eaves poured into it, and the blood gushed out.

This time, two fingers stretched out from behind the sedan curtain.

One left and one right, both tail fingers. Fair-skinned, slender, delicate fingers, tail fingers that don't touch a drop of blood.

"Let's go!" a woman's low shout sounded in the sedan chair!

The remaining 20 or so fast car hunters in the inn watched as the four young men in Chinese clothes carried the Tsing Yi sedan chair and turned the sedan chair, went down the steps, left, and finally disappeared into the white rain and fog at the end of the street.

-- Everyone is single-handedly navigating a life full of dangers, and when a thought arises, the wind and water rise, and when the thought is extinguished, there will be no return. Life is always full of hope, but it is full of cruelty that tears up hope.

The "Four Heavenly Kings" are dead, they are the brave generals, cadre generals, fierce generals, and fierce generals in the 800,000 forbidden army of the Beijing Division, and they are the brothers of An Tianming.

An Tianming once supported them, so An Tianming said a word, and they came.

Coming from the capital division, with murderous intent.

They came for only one purpose: to kill Chu Yunmian.

――Wash away the shame of being abandoned for An Tianming's sister Angel, the county lord!

However, in this thrilling battle, until all the corpses of the "Four Heavenly Kings" were on the street, Angel, who was watching the battle upstairs, was never moved, as if the whole thing had nothing to do with her, and it was not her brother's henchman who died, but just four wild dogs.

When the rain breaks, it is already the time to hold the lamp, and Angel's temples under the lamp are scattered, and her eyes are as bright as autumn water.

The clothes on her neck and shoulders were scattered, but they were draped in the robes of Leng Beicheng, covering her water-green palace dress. Her eyes were brighter than candles, as if they were like a deep lake, floating with a dream of thousands of years of flowing clouds.

Leng Beicheng only glanced at it, and felt that he was in a dream, dreaming of Yaya in his dream, and woke up to find that he didn't have to dream anymore, it turned out that the dream was not a dream, but that there was really such a woman as soft as Yaya in the world.

The person who rescued Chu Yunmian in the sedan chair was in tears. Angel said quietly.

"The 'Four Heavenly Kings' are dead, don't you feel sorry at all?" Leng Beicheng began to cough again.

"A martial artist like them, my brother doesn't have a thousand, but also eight hundred, what is there to regret?" Angel leaned against the front railing, as if looking down at the scenery after the rain at dusk.

Leng Beicheng was silent, just coughing, the more he coughed, the more intense it became, as if he had to cough out his heart and lungs before he could be willing.

"Chu Yunmian will die, because he not only lost me, but also took away my brother's sweetheart, and he burst into tears. ”

Angel turned around, her eyes blinked, and even the candle flame on the table dimmed, as if only her deep and clear eyes were left in the world, like a surprise dream.