Whoosh-----
Ye Wenrou's figure appeared beside Fang Yan like a ghost. The time of her arrival was almost the same as the time when Song Chayang landed. This shows how much she cares about Fang Yan.
She stood in front of Fang Yan, looked at him anxiously, and asked, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Fang Yan shook his head. What happened just now? Where is the hammer of old man Song Chayang
Bang bang bang----
Baili Lu also rushed to Fang Yan's side, looked at Fang Yan anxiously, looked him up and down, and asked, "You won't die, right?"
"I won't die." Fang Yan said. What happened just now? Where is the hammer of old man Song Chayang
Fang Yan was fine and wasn't going to die, so the unlucky one was naturally the Taoist Chi Song Chayang.
Everyone's attention shifted to Song Chayang, with their focus on the muzzle of the gun on his back that was bleeding.
Song Chayang was seriously injured and fell to the ground, without any movement for most of the day.
When he was slightly more awake, he wanted to get up from the ground - at least to change to a more respectable posture, but he found that his body was in excruciating pain and his strength was rapidly fading away. Not to mention getting up, even turning over was extremely difficult.
He moved a little bit, changing his prone position into a forward leaning position, staring at the gloomy sky with grief and anger, unable to accept the fact that was happening before his eyes.
I clearly wanted to kill Fang Yan, so why did I end up in such a miserable state
"Where is my hammer?" Song Chayang asked.
"I'm not sure either." Fang Yan said with a puzzled look on his face. "It seems that my fire dragon took it to the sky."
"Why can your fire dragon carry my hammer to the sky?" When Song Chayang asked this question, he began to cough violently. As he coughed, blood spots appeared around his mouth. His internal organs were seriously injured, and a large amount of blood spurted out every time he coughed. "Don't you have the heart of Tai Chi? How can your energy condense and take shape?"
"I don't really understand it either. Wait for me to go back and study it-----" Fang Yan said embarrassedly. Facing others' humble inquiries, he, the driver of the fire dragon, did not understand the principle. He felt full of guilt and felt that he was not worthy of being a good teacher. "After all, it just happened. I also need some time to think about some of the contents-----"
"Why do you use a gun?" Song Chayang asked. "We are all in the inner world, fighting is inevitable, and there is no scruple to use knives or swords - why do you use a gun?"
When Song Chayang asked this question, Ye Wenrou and Baililu's gaze also shifted to Fang Yan's face.
Yes, how could this guy use a gun? At such a critical moment, how could he pull out a pistol
There are many hatreds and grudges in the inner world. If someone cuts off your arm, you will try to cut off his arm in return. If you are stabbed by an enemy, you will try to stab him a dozen or twenty times. However, it has never happened that you have been chopped off an arm and then you use a gun to blow up the other person's head.
Everyone reached an agreement and formed a rule that did not exist but was followed by everyone: no hot weapons!
Besides, to these masters of the inner world, what is a gun? What is a bullet
Kung Fu is the best in the world.
This is their dignity, their pride, and their forbidden zone where they cannot get along with hot weapons.
But, you fucking used a gun - this behavior is cheating and a violation and will be despised.
Fang Yan felt even more embarrassed, his cheeks burning with pain, he avoided looking, not daring to meet Ye Wenrou and Baililu's gazes, not wanting to look at Song Chayang's accusing and questioning eyes, he explained in a dry voice: "When you are poor, you have low aspirations, so carry a gun for safety. You know, my Tai Chi heart is gone, and you are too good at Kung Fu, and you run too fast-----I was afraid I couldn't catch up with you, so I accidentally took out a pistol from my pocket and shot you. I didn't mean it, I hope you don't mind too much-----"
Fang Yan's Tai Chi heart became stillborn. If he used his internal energy, he would have to endure the burning of fire. Fang Yan suddenly felt very insecure - especially when dealing with a group of monsters in the inner world, his heart was filled with inferiority.
When he was on a mission in the Millennium Palace, he and his fellow prisoner Gongsun Qi experienced a life-and-death escape. They were desperate several times, but because they fought bloody battles and did everything they could when they were desperate, they finally had the chance to escape from that hell on earth and return to China alive.
It was this experience that made Fang Yan feel the beauty of life and the importance of life even more.
He has to live for himself, his family and his lover. He cannot die. He has to protect himself well.
So, when he came out to protect Phoenix, he specially prepared a gun with him.
Guns are not omnipotent. For example, when he and Song Chayang were fighting alone, he had no chance to take out a gun or shoot. Even if he took out a gun, he might not have a chance to shoot Song Chayang. Because when he just raised the gun, Song Chayang might have rushed in and twisted one of his arms. For people like them, the speed of moving forward and dodging is faster than the speed of bullets.
When the fire dragon he swung out pierced through the air hammer of Song Chayang, both Song Chayang and Fang Yan were a little dazed, and couldn't figure out what story or accident had happened in the middle.
Song Chayang even began to be suspicious, thinking that Fang Yan was also a master of the Heavenly Dao Realm who was hiding his strength-----
Take advantage of the weak to kill. Fang Yan reacted quickly and kicked Song Chayang in the abdomen. Unexpectedly, Song Chayang, the old man, was so treacherous that he took the kick and used the force of the counter-attack to desperately escape.
Without thinking, Fang Yan took out a pistol from his pocket and shot at Song Chayang's back.
He really didn't mean it!
"------" Song Chayang wanted to say, "I really care about it. I care about it to death, okay?"
"I'm sorry for you this time. If you have any requests, just ask." Fang Yan looked at Song Chayang with a hideous and twisted expression and couldn't help asking. He was a kind person, but he couldn't bear to see others look pitiful. Whenever someone looked at him like this, he would instantly feel sympathy - even if the person he was facing was Song Chayang, a Taoist who he hated to the core.
"Please --" Song Chayang didn't finish his words and started coughing violently again. He coughed too violently and a large amount of blood spurted out, and then fell on his face and body. Song Chayang, a Taoist fanatic, looked horrible at this time.
"Don't be anxious, take your time to talk----" Fang Yan said soothingly. "Except for you, no one else is in a hurry anyway-----"
"Kill me-----" Song Chayang said hoarsely. He knew that his vital organs were pierced, and even if he was rescued, he would not survive today. Now he was hanging on to his life with one breath, and he didn't want to die so miserably. "Don't use the gun----"
He wanted Fang Yan to blow his head off with a punch, he wanted Fang Yan to smash his chest with a palm, he wanted Fang Yan to break his neck with a foot, he wanted Fang Yan - no matter what, not to use a gun.
He is a Taoist idiot, one of the Seven Idiots of China, and a well-known figure in the inner world.
He is a legend of his generation, admired by countless people----
He didn't want to wait until after his death when people in the martial arts world would talk about him with these words: Song Chayang was indeed a great man of his generation. Although he ultimately failed to join the Taoist sect, his cultivation was unfathomable. He was indeed the most outstanding figure in the Taoist sect in the past hundred years. Unfortunately, he was shot dead by Fang Yan.
He was so afraid that the last sentence would be pinned on his head and ruin his reputation.
He hoped that he would die in battle, that he would be killed by the peerless magic skills of the inner world.
This point is very important, and it is difficult for people who are not familiar with the world to understand it.
"Is this the request?" Fang Yan asked.
"That's the request." Song Chayang was delighted. Fang Yan agreed? This guy wasn't as bad as he thought. Although he was very bad in his mind, the Fang Yan in his imagination was still worse than the current Fang Yan.
"Any other requests?" Fang Yan asked.
"No more." Song Chayang's eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and he could hardly open them. He knew he was going to die, and he was a little anxious. If Fang Yan didn't make a move or kick again, he would be shot to death by Fang Yan - he would be stared at on the pillar of shame in history, and he couldn't accept such a fate.
"This is your last request before you die-----" Fang Yan couldn't help but grin and said, "How could I agree to it if I hate you so much?"
"------" Song Chayang's eyes were closed, but his body was still twitching violently.
He was angry, really angry.
If there was still a chance, he really wanted to jump up and beat Fang Yan up. He wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood----
Why did he mistakenly believe the words of the martial arts fanatic Hou Zhendong and not kill him? Facing such a scum -- a beast, he should be crushed into mud as soon as he meets him.
Under the gaze of Ye Wenrou and Baili Lu, Fang Yan smiled shyly, then raised his pistol and pulled the trigger at the body of the Taoist Song Chayang----
boom!
boom!
boom!
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He fired the remaining five bullets in the pistol in one breath.
Song Chayang, a Taoist fanatic, closed his eyes forever.
(PS: I posted my handsome photo on WeChat public platform, but many people said that I looked fat like Xiao Shenyang-----I don’t accept it! I am obviously Andy Lau and Tony Leung Chiu Wai, okay? Lao Liu’s WeChat public platform: liuxiahui28, click "View History" to see the information posted before, please go and do justice for me...) (To be continued)