Chang Yishan had no intention of shooting.
But Lin Huayin's actions caught him off guard. I lost control of my emotions for a moment, and my sensitive nerves were on the verge of being triggered.
He would never dare to kill Lin Huayin.
The power behind Lin Huayin was something he would never dare to provoke. Even with Justin's support, he couldn't be saved.
But he must kill Xiao Zheng tonight!
And Lin Huayin is his only support at the moment.
Once Lin Huayin escaped, his entire plan was completely disrupted. Mu Qingsong may not be able to keep Xiao Zheng.
so
With various factors involved, he finally pulled the trigger!
boom!
Watching a bullet shoot out. Chang Yishan felt regret in his heart, but more importantly, he was determined!
only.
To his utter consternation. When he pulled the trigger and fired the bullet, Lin Huayin's figure had undergone tremendous changes.
Her trajectory was so elusive. The gun that was originally aimed at her head failed to capture her.
Instead, it was a one-shot shot!
The next moment, Chang Yishan only felt a sharp pain in his wrist. Bones were dislocated on the spot.
He could feel that it was not caused by distance, but by a clever force. A miraculous force caused his wrist to dislocate.
But regardless of the process, his right hand could no longer hold the gun. It fell to the floor with a click.
"You can't even beat me, but you still want to fight Xiao Zheng?" Lin Huayin's eyes were extremely cold. Sushou took another look and actually attacked Chang Yishan's head.
The first form of Dragon Hand is mainly for defense, and the second form is for attack.
Lin Huayin was not strong enough, but he used his dragon hands to display his skillful energy. With one blow, Chang Yishan's eye sockets were bloody. The pain was so painful that he fainted on the spot.
From the corner of his eye, Xiao Zheng saw Lin Huayin successfully knocking out Chang Yishan. The huge stone in my heart fell to the ground. But at this moment, he was unable to stop the approaching Mu Qingsong.
The only thing we can do is to die together with Mu Qingsong!
As long as Mu Qingsong doesn't die, Lao Lin's safety is still not guaranteed.
Even if he died, he would still fight a bloody path for Lao Lin!
boom!
boom!
Hit twice in the chest. It seemed that even Xiao Zheng's three souls and seven souls were shaken out. For a moment, the blood all over Xiao Zheng's body coagulated. My eyes went dark for no reason. It was difficult to breathe in the air lingering in his nose.
Beads of sweat instantly broke out all over his body. For a moment, Xiao Zheng felt that his breathing had stopped. My hands and feet are freezing cold.
The last time I felt like this was when Soros' hand of God poked me in the center.
This time, he was hit twice by Mu Qingsong's overwhelming palms.
My heart felt like it was being pressed down by a boulder. Xiao Zheng wanted to spit out a mouthful of blood to soothe his breath, but it was difficult to do so. His internal organs felt like burning pain. Waves of pinprick-like pain also hit his whole body. Putting him into endless pain.
But
He must not fall.
Although he knew that he was seriously injured at this moment, even the possibility of going to the hospital for rescue was slim. But he couldn't just give up.
Lao Lin's life was still in his hands.
Mu Qingsong's wild ambition at the last moment also made him dare not be careless in the slightest.
He knew that unless Mu Qingsong died, Lao Lin's safety would never be guaranteed.
Mu Qingsong saw a cold light flashing in Xiao Zheng's dark eyes, and felt panicked for no reason.
He was clearly hit twice in a row. Even Bai Wuxia is probably exhausted at this moment and has no ability to fight back. But why am I still afraid of Xiao Zheng at this moment
Is it possible that he can still fight
After thinking about this, Mu Qingsong, who was also a little weak, slipped and quickly retreated.
But just as he moved his legs, his left arm was suddenly grabbed by someone.
It was none other than Xiao Zheng!
His arms seemed to be caught in iron hoops. Mu Qingsong was confused and was about to slap him. But his chest was suddenly hit by an iron fist.
Click!
The ribs were broken on the spot. The pain was unbearable.
boom!
In desperation, Mu Qingsong also slapped Xiao Zheng on the forehead.
The palm strength is amazing. Xiao Zheng's skin was immediately scratched, causing blood to flow all over his face. Extremely scary.
Bang bang!
Two more heavy punches, Xiao Zheng was like an unconscious machine, just hammering Mu Qingsong's chest continuously.
On the other hand, Mu Qingsong, after taking the second palm, he had no follow-up power. He was beaten to death by Xiao Zheng's fists!
As soon as Xiao Zheng let go, his body fell limply to the cold floor. Blood was pouring out of the mouth because of the excessive pressure in the body. The body also maintains the posture it had before death. Horrible.
One punch after another, Xiao Zheng's body was riddled with holes. He let go of Mu Qingsong and didn't even have the strength to turn around. He just opened his lips filled with the smell of blood and said angrily: "Old Lin, go home..."
Lin Huayin rushed up quickly and hugged Xiao Zheng's shaky body tightly. Her face was no longer calm. Shockingly white.
"Old Lin, I haven't had dinner yet..." Xiao Zheng had no strength left, and all the strength of his body was pressed against Lin Huayin.
"I'll cook it for you, what do you want to eat?"
Lin Huayin's voice trembled and he could no longer speak normally.
She hugged Xiao Zheng and put him into the passenger seat while sweating profusely.
He stepped on the accelerator and quickly rushed to the nearby hospital.
Xiao Zheng's condition was such that he couldn't wait for an ambulance. You must be sent to the emergency room for rescue as soon as possible.
Lin Huayin saw clearly the battle just now, and she knew how serious Xiao Zheng's injuries were. He also knew that Xiao Zheng wanted to beat Mu Qingsong to death in order to ensure his own safety, regardless of his own life.
Suddenly, she hated herself.
Why do we always criticize Xiao Zheng for killing people from the moral high ground
In the past few years, how much injustice has Xiao Zheng suffered because of his words? How many risks were taken
If you haven't experienced it before, why should you give random advice on Xiao Zheng's life
If he does not kill, he will be killed. Is there a choice
No!
"Old Lin, let's go home..." Xiao Zheng lay on the lowered seat without any strength. The body moved involuntarily. His eyes were half open and half closed, but they had lost any luster.
He didn't want to go to the hospital.
He didn't want to end his life in such a cold place.
He has been alone all his life.
He just wanted to lie in the home that truly belonged to him, the big bed at home, before he died.
Besides, it’s so unlucky to go to the hospital.
Lao Lin had just experienced a storm, so how could he still go to the hospital
Xiao Zheng still wanted to speak, but blood seemed to be uncontrollable and kept pouring out of his mouth and nose. In an instant, he turned into a bloody man.
Lin Huayin stepped on the accelerator and said in a crying voice: "Azheng! Don't sleep! You'll be fine, you'll be fine!"
Xiao Zheng tried hard to open his eyes, but he didn't even have the strength to make an expression on his face.
He squirmed his arms as if he wanted to hold something...
Lin Huayin saw this and tightly held Xiao Zheng's cold palm. Crying: "Azheng, don't sleep, I'm here and I will accompany you. Don't sleep..."
"I have always listened to you for so many years." Xiao Zheng's eyes gradually lost their luster. The voice gets quieter and quieter. "Listen to me for once, okay?"
"I want to go home…"