Perhaps because Drunkard A was lucky or because he was too drunk, the knife grazed the armpit of the man on the ground and killed him straight to the ground.
Two seconds later, a pool of hot blood spurted out from the man's ribs on the ground, instantly staining his white underwear red.
"Hold!"
The man didn't scream in pain, he just cursed, grabbed the cell phone in his hand and smashed it into the corner of Drunk A's eye.
Drunk A leaned back in pain and dropped the sharp knife in his hand.
The man on the ground's bloody eyes flashed with murderous intent. He grabbed the tip of the knife with his backhand and moved his fingers bit by bit with difficulty.
Just as he was about to hold the sharp knife in his hand, suddenly, the fat man next to him came over with his face covered, grabbed a bloody brick and smashed it on the man's forehead. Blood immediately flowed out like a fountain.
The man on the ground howled and desperately grabbed the knife to kill the fat man.
Bo!
Drunkard A kicked the man on the ground in the ribs, beating him until his whole body convulsed and blood came from his nostrils and mouth.
The next second, the fat man grabbed the boning knife and shouted, "Grab it."
Drunkard A immediately stepped forward, grabbed the man's shoulders with both hands, and straightened him up.
"Pooh!"
The man showed no fear and spat blood at the fat man. With a bloody face, he screamed in a ferocious voice, "Kill him accurately."
Seeing the man's expression as if he was dead, the fat man just froze for a moment, then cursed "***" and stabbed the man's chest with the bone-picking knife.
"Let me go, brother!"
A shrill, hoarse roar started, and I rushed behind the fat man!
boom!
A piece of Bagua mirror hit the fat man's right ear hard, bringing up a string of blood drops that stained the night red.
"Ouch!"
The ear is the most sensitive part of the human body. This hit made the fat man scream miserably. His right arm tightened and shook again, and he could deflect the long sharp knife that pierced the pig's neck and landed on the man's lower abdomen. .
I flew to the fat man's side, raised my notebook and shoulder bag and hit the fat man's right shoulder with all my strength, shouting in a miserable voice: "How dare you hit my brother!"
"I'm sorry for your mother!"
Snapped!
There was the sound of a notebook breaking in the bag.
The tall, muscular fat man swayed to the left, and the sharp bone-picking knife was pulled sideways across the man's belly.
"Ahuan!"
"Head!"
I roared!
Ah Zhun, who was hugged by Drunk A, was shaken instinctively, and his head drooped like a conditioned reflex.
Bo!
The laptop bag rubbed the top of Ah-Rong's forehead and hit Drunk A behind Ah-Rong on the mouth.
Snap!
The King of Graphics worth more than 20,000 yuan let out a shattering cry, causing Drunkard A to lose two of his front teeth.
Amid the screams, the drunkard Jia held his head high and fell heavily to the ground while holding Ah Rong in his arms.
I threw my laptop bag aside, stepped forward quickly and kicked Drunk A on the left temple of his head several times. I bent down and grabbed Ah Shun and cursed loudly: "What are you doing here?"
Ah Chun's body was as soft as a puddle of mud, his face was covered with blood, but his eyes were looking straight at me, and his tears couldn't stop flowing: "Brother... I have no place to go..."
"You don't want me anymore, I'm alive, ***..."
The Ah Zhun with the runny nose in my arms is Chen Zhuo!
Chen Yan is closer than a real brother!
When I first saw Chen Zhuo being beaten, I thought it was an extra act hired by this *** to make me forgive him.
With his status as the great patriarch, how could he be dealt with by a group of little Karimi?
I didn't react until I saw Chen Zong stabbed in the ribs with a sharp knife.
This *** is really in danger.
Although I hate this *** very much, I hate that he couldn’t recognize me that day, and I hate that I can’t recognize him either. But in my heart, he was my brother for the first half of my life.
Only I can bully this little black cat!
Only I can bully him!
No matter how old he is to other people
Tiger Black Tiger God Tiger Young Master Shizu, in my eyes, he is still the little black cat that never grows up.
"***!"
"*** is a big ***!"
I grabbed Ah Rong, hated Tie Bu Cheng Gang and slapped him in the face, the snot in my hand was directly stuck on his hair, but my heart ached, I hugged him and stepped aside to check the injury.
"Brother...you still, still hate, hate me?"
"I hate you, uncle. ***."
"***The martial arts class was in vain. You don't even know how to hide?"
"Drink as much as your mother, and you lose your early warning ability?"
"What did I tell you when you left?"
"If you lose, you run away; if you win, you run away."
"Smelly ***! *** forgot all about it."
Cursing in my mouth, I flattened Chen Yu against the wall, quickly took off my coat and underwear.
The little black cat's injuries were a bit severe, Hei Shuai Hei Shuai's face had numerous scratches, and his head had several bruises.
The most serious thing was the three-centimeter gash under the ribs. The ribs could be seen, and blood spurted out every time he moved.
Chen Tong just tilted his body and looked at me, letting the blood flow from his body and face, laughing, and kept twitching: "I can't forget it. Brother..."
"That day, I cried so much that I coughed up blood and hugged you without leaving. I will never forget the instructions you gave me in my life..."
"Brother, I...miss you so much..."
"There are not many brothers and sisters left in our class..."
When I heard this, my heart trembled inexplicably, tears welled up in my eyes and almost fell.
Suddenly, Chen Zhuo's expression changed dramatically. Eyes tightened as tight as possible: "Be careful! Brother!"
Chen Tong, who was so drunk that he didn't know where he got the strength from, grabbed me and pushed me hard, then threw himself on me.
When I looked back, all the dead souls appeared!
"What a shame! I'll kill you!"
Behind him, a fat man weighing more than 200 kilograms rushed over like a mad elephant. With both hands holding a sharp deboning knife, he raised it high and stabbed Chen Zhuo.
Chen Tong didn't care about his own life or death. He opened his hands to protect my head and put his body in the most standard anti-intrusion posture, firmly protecting my chest and lower abdomen.
His face was close to mine, so cold!
The blood on his face was very hot.
The blood on my head dripped on my face and mouth, drop by drop, bringing back all the best memories of my youth class.
At the critical moment, my mind went blank, my eyes were frozen, and I suddenly poked the wound under Chen Zhuo's ribs!
Chen Yan exhaled in pain and instinctively tightened his body.
Taking advantage of Chen Zhu's body contraction, I kicked Chen Zhu away and fell on top of Chen Zhu.
laugh!
