Whoosh-----
Ye Wenwen's figure appeared next to Fang Yan like a ghost. The time of her arrival was almost the same as the time when Song planted the rice seedlings. This shows how much she cared about Fang Yan.
She stood in front of Fang Yan, looked at Fang Yan anxiously, and asked, "Am I okay?"
"He's fine." Fang Yan shook his head and said. What happened just now? Where is the hammer of the old rice transplanter in Song Dynasty
Bang bang bang----
Baili Lu also rushed to Fang Yan's side, looked at Fang Yan anxiously, looked around in the east, and asked: "Can't you die?"
"I can't die." Fang Yan said. What happened just now? Where is the hammer of the old rice transplanter in Song Dynasty
Fang Yan is fine and can't die, so the unlucky one is naturally Song Dao who planted the rice.
Everyone's attention shifted to Song Changyang's body, and the focus of their attention was on the bleeding muzzle on his back----
Song Changyang was seriously injured and fell to the ground. There was no movement for most of the day.
When he woke up a little, he wanted to get up from the ground - or at least change to a more decent posture, but he found that his body was in pain like a cone, and the strength of his body was quickly disappearing. Not to mention getting up, even turning over was extremely difficult.
He moved little by little, turning his back-lying posture into a forward-lying posture. He stared at the gloomy sky with sad and angry eyes, unable to accept the fact that was happening in front of him.
He clearly wanted to kill Fang Yan, but why did he end up in such a miserable situation
"Where is his hammer?" Song Zaiyang asked aloud.
"He doesn't know very well either." Fang Yan said with a confused look. "It seems like he was taken to heaven by his fire dragon."
"Why can my fire dragon take his hammer to the sky?" When Song Changyang asked that question, he started coughing violently. As he coughed, his mouth was covered with blood stars. His external organs were severely injured, and a large amount of blood spurted out every time he coughed. "Don't I have the heart for Tai Chi? How can I condense my energy into form?"
"He doesn't know much about it either. I'll wait for him to go back and study it-----" Fang Yan said sheepishly. Facing their humbly asking for advice, the driver of the fire dragon did not understand the principles. He was filled with guilt and felt that he was not worthy of being a good teacher. "After all, it just happened, and he needs some time to think about some of the contents -----"
"Why did I use a gun?" Song Zaiyang asked. "We are all outsiders. Martial arts competitions are inevitable, and we have no scruples about using swords and knives. Why should I use a gun?"
When Song Changyang asked the question, Ye Wenrou and Baililu's eyes also shifted to Fang Yan's face.
No, how can that guy use a gun? At that critical moment----how could he take out a leg gun
There is a lot of hatred and grievances in the world. Once someone cut off my arm, I tried to find a way to cut off the wrong person's arm. If I was stabbed by an enemy, I would find a way to stab him with ten or twenty swords - but no, it has never been the case where someone cut off my arm and then blew their heads off with a gun. It happened.
Everyone made an agreement and formed a rule that does not exist but is followed by everyone: no hot weapons!
Besides, compared to those high-legged people like them, are guns nothing? What are bullets
Between the east and the west, the kung fu is the highest.
That denies their dignity and their pride. But there is a restricted area where they are incompatible with hot # weapons.
Can I fucking use a gun? Whether that kind of behavior is cheating, illegal, or despised by others.
Fang Yan felt even more embarrassed. His cheeks were burning and his eyes were averted. He didn't dare to look at Ye Wenrou and Baili Lu's eyes, and he didn't want to look into Song Changyang's accusing and questioning eyes. He explained in a dry voice. : "If a man is poor and has short ambitions, he should bring a gun for safety. I also know that his Tai Chi heart has disappeared, my kung fu is too good, and I run too fast ----- He is afraid that he will not be able to catch me. Carefully, he took out his leg gun from his pocket and shot me by mistake. He didn't do it on purpose, I hope I don't mind too much -----"
Fang Yan's Tai Chi heart became stillborn, and he was burned by the fire if he used external force. Fang Yan suddenly felt very insecure - especially when dealing with a group of monsters from outside. Not to mention full of inferiority complex.
While performing his mission at the Millennium Palace, he and his friend Gongsun Qi experienced a life-and-death escape. Several times they were cornered, and because they fought bloody hard and resorted to all possible means when they were cornered, they had the chance to escape from that hell on earth and return to China alive.
Perhaps that encounter made Fang Yan feel the beauty of life and the importance of life even more.
He asked to deny himself, his family and the ruthless people alive. He could not die. He begged to protect himself well----
Why, when he came out to protect Phoenix, he specially prepared a gun with him.
Guns are not a sure thing. For example, when he and Song Changyang were fighting alone, there was no chance to hold a gun or shoot. Even if the gun was taken out, there might not be a chance of shooting Song Changyang. Because when I just raised the gun, Coco Song Changyang had already rushed in and twisted one of my legs and arms - for people like them, the speed of moving forward and dodging must exceed the speed of bullet shooting.
When the fire dragon he swung passed through the Taoist idiot Song Changyang's air hammer, both Song Changyang and Fang Yan were a little confused. I don’t know what story or accident happened in Hong’s time.
Song Changyang even began to be suspicious, thinking that Fang Yan was also a high-legged Tiandao who was hiding his strength-----
Take advantage of his illness and seek his life. Fang Yan reacted quickly and kicked Song Changyang in the abdomen. Unexpectedly, the old man Song Changyang was so insidious that after taking the kick, he used the force of the pushback to escape...
Without thinking, Fang Yan took out his leg gun from his pocket and shot Song Changyang in the back.
He really didn't mean it!
"------" Song Changyang wanted to say that he fucking minded. He's almost begging for death, okay
"Isn't it true that he couldn't fault me that time? If I have anything to ask for -" Fang Yan looked at Song Changyang with a ferocious and twisted expression and couldn't help but ask. If he was a kind person, he would not be able to see their pitiful appearance. Whenever they looked at him like that, he was instantly overflowing with sympathy - even if the wrong person was the Taoist idiot Song Changyang whom he hated so much.
"Please—" Song Changyang didn't finish his sentence and coughed violently again. He coughed so violently that a large amount of blood spurted out, and then fell on his face and body. A generation of Taoist idiots planted rice seedlings in the Song Dynasty. The appearance at that time was really terrible.
"I don't want to be in a hurry. If you have something to say, say it slowly——" Fang Yan said consolingly. "Except for me, everyone is in a hurry anyway-----"
"Kill him-----" Song Changyang said hoarsely. He knew that his heart had been penetrated, and even if someone took him back, he might not survive until tomorrow. Should he hang his life with one breath now? He doesn't want to die in such an embarrassing manner. "Don't ask for a gun----"
He wanted Fang Yan to blow up his head with a punch, he wanted Fang Yan to crush his chest with a palm, he wanted Fang Yan to crush his neck with his foot, he wanted Fang Yan to ---- no matter what , don’t even ask for a gun.
He is one of the Seven Idiots of China, and he is a well-known figure in the world.
Is he a legend of a generation, a being admired by countless people----
He didn't want to wait until after his death and people in the world would talk about him with words like this: Song Changyang was an outstanding person of his generation. Although he had never been able to enter the Taoist sect before, his cultivation was unfathomable and he had been a Taoist sect for hundreds of years. The most outstanding figure among them, Hengshe, was shot to death by Fang Yan.
He was so afraid that those first words would stick to his head and ruin his reputation for the rest of his life.
He hoped that he would die in battle or be beaten to death by the peerless magic power of the outside world----
This is very important, but it may be difficult for people outside the world to realize it.
"Is that what I beg you for?" Fang Yan asked.
"Just ask for that." Song Changyang was overjoyed. Fang Yan agreed? That guy is not as bad as he thought. Although he is already very bad in his own mind, is it possible that the Fang Yan in his imagination is worse than the current Fang Yan
"Do you have any other requests?" Fang Yan asked.
"No more." Song Changyang's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he could hardly open them anymore. He knew he wanted to die, and he was a little anxious. If Fang Yan doesn't show his strength, he will be shot to death by Fang Yan - he wants to be stared at the pillar of shame in history, and he cannot accept that fate.
"Then my last request before I die -----" Fang Yan couldn't help grinning and said: "He hates me so much, how can he agree to it?"
"------" Song Changyang's eyes were closed, but his body was still twitching violently.
He was very angry, really very angry.
If I had a chance, I really wanted to jump up and beat Fang Yan hard. He begged to eat his flesh and drink his blood----
How could he have mistakenly believed that Hou Zhendong, the martial arts idiot, was right in the first place, so why did he kill Dong Tong's leg? It would be wrong to meet such a scumbag - a scumbag - and crush him to pieces as soon as you meet him.
When Ye Wenrou and Baililu looked at Dongfang, Fang Yan smiled shyly, then raised his leg gun and pointed it at the Taoist idiot Song Changyang's body and pulled the trigger----
boom!
boom!
boom!
------
He shot out the remaining five bullets in the leg gun in one breath.
Song Changyang, a Taoist idiot of a generation, closed his eyes forever.
(PS: He posted his handsome photos on the WeChat public platform, and many people said he looked fat like Xiao Shenyang ----- He refused! He clearly disapproved of Andy Lau and Tony Leung, okay? Lao Liu's WeChat public platform: liuxiahui28, click 'View History' to see the information previously released, please go and seek justice for him...)