Wu Fusheng was so frightened that he waved away Zhang Zhiliang's body and screamed: "No! Don't kill her! Come and kill me! I won't hide! Come and kill me!"
But the foreigner named Pujun seemed to have never heard of him. He rushed to Zhang Yunyang and pointed the barrel of his gun straight at Zhang Yunyang!
The smoking lead is about to burn to the end!
Wu Fusheng went completely crazy, and he didn't know where he got the strength. He stood up suddenly, stretched out his hand and pulled out the Japanese sword stuck on the ground, and with all his strength, he pointed the Japanese sword towards the red-haired foreigner. Throw it away!
It's a pity that the knife is not as fast as the gun after all!
As soon as the Japanese sword took action, he heard a loud bang, and the overwhelming iron sand covered Zhang Yunyang!
The Japanese sword flew over a distance of more than ten feet with a horrifying sound of "woo woo woo". Like an iron flywheel, it cut off half of the red-haired foreigner's head. The remaining momentum continued until It shot straight into the house next to it!
The red-haired foreigner didn't even make a sound, he died on the spot and fell to the ground.
Everything is quiet!
Wu Fusheng ran towards Zhang Yunyang in panic!
Zhang Yunyang's wooden frame was knocked down by the inertia of the iron sand, and Zhang Yunyang fell to the ground together with it.
Wu Fusheng was far away and couldn't see clearly what was going on there!
He was filled with fear and fear, and he wanted to go and see it, but he didn't dare to go and see it!
He hurriedly ran for more than ten steps in despair, and suddenly he tripped over a corpse on the ground and fell to the ground. His nose was broken and his face was bleeding!
But at this moment, Wu Fusheng seemed to have lost his soul. He couldn't feel anything, and he didn't want to feel anything anymore!
He struggled to stand up and trotted towards Zhang Yunyang like a dog!
Staggeringly running towards him, Wu Fusheng only saw a bloody mess on the ground!
Red blood, winding like a stream!
"Yun Yang! Yun Yang!" Wu Fusheng let out a weird and terrifying wail!
This cry does not sound like it comes from a human throat, but rather like some monster summoning spirits!
"Yun Yang! I deserve to die!" Wu Fusheng beat his chest and stamped his feet, like a street shrew who had lost his money!
Just when Wu Fusheng was heartbroken, the bloody corpse in front of him suddenly moved!
Wu Fusheng was startled, thinking that he was hallucinating. He lowered his head and took a closer look, and saw that the bloody corpse in front of him was indeed trembling and trembling!
Wu Fusheng was horrified and confused. He didn't know what was going on. Could it be that Yun Yang was not dead and was still struggling?
He stretched out his hand to peel away the bloody corpse in front of him, and when he lowered his head, he saw a pair of black eyes!
Wu Fusheng was stunned. He wiped his eyes hard and looked attentively. Although the man underground had disheveled hair and blood on his face, his eyes were as crystal clear as gems and shimmering like autumn water. He was not Yun Yang, but he was who?
Wu Fusheng was so ecstatic that he didn't care about the wounds and blood stains. He pushed Zhang Yunyang into his arms and cried with tears and runny nose: "That's great! Yun Yang, God has blessed you. You are really fine, too." Okay! I thought you were already...dead..."
Zhang Yunyang was tied to a wooden frame and could not move. His mouth was blocked with rags and he could not speak. At this moment, Wu Fusheng held him tightly in his arms and cried loudly. His face was as embarrassed as a tomato!
Although she has been married to Wu Fusheng for a year, she is still as shy as a girl.
Zhang Yunyang could only twist his limbs hard to express protest!
After a long while, Wu Fusheng's mood slowly calmed down, and he noticed Zhang Yunyang's strange behavior. He patted his head with a silly smile and said with a smile: "Oh, I am so stupid, I forgot that you are still tied up. .”
He hurriedly pulled the rag out of Zhang Yunyang's mouth and untied the ropes that tied her.
After the disaster, Zhang Yunyang couldn't help but burst into tears, and whispered: "I thought I was bound to die, but who knew that this little benefactor suddenly broke away from the shelf and stood in front of me. Only then did I Escaped."
Wu Fusheng wiped his tears and finally understood what was going on. He pointed at the bloody body pushed aside on the ground and asked, "What? You mean he blocked the musket for you?"
Zhang Yunyang saw that the black-faced young man's back had been beaten with iron sand and his skin was torn and bloody, and he felt fear in his heart. If all the iron sand had hit her, would she still be alive?
She was a little afraid of seeing the bloody body of Linla, but after all, the black-faced boy died saving her.
It was the first time she met this black-faced boy, and he risked his own life to save her. She really didn't know how to repay such a great kindness!
Zhang Yunyang felt sad and grateful at the same time. He took off his coat, gently covered the body of the black-faced boy, covering the leaking wounds, and said: "Fusheng, this My benefactor is so righteous, but it's a pity that I didn't even say a word to him, I don't even know his name, and there's no way I can repay my kindness, alas..."
Saying this, I couldn't help but shed tears.
Wu Fusheng nodded extremely solemnly, kowtowed to the body of the black-faced boy, and murmured: "My benefactor, if you save Yun Yang's life, you save my Wu Fusheng's life. I, Wu Fusheng, Even if I act like a cow or a horse, I will definitely repay you this kindness. If your benefactor is alive in heaven and you have any wishes to fulfill, you can entrust me with your dreams, and I, Wu Fusheng, will definitely fulfill them for you!"
After he said this, he stood up and felt that the setting sun was bright and dazzling, making his eyes full of blood, and his head started to buzz for some reason!
Before Wu Fusheng could understand what happened, he just felt a sweetness in his throat. He spat out a big mouthful of old blood and fell down slowly like a dead tree. Zhang Yunyang's voice could be faintly heard in his ears. With the sound of exclamation, he wanted to smile at Yun Yang and tell her that nothing was wrong and there was nothing to worry about. Unfortunately, his body no longer seemed to belong to him at this time. He only felt that his consciousness was blurred for a while, and then he knew nothing.
Time flies, half a year flies by in a flash.
Time always flies when you feel happy.
Perhaps, time has never changed, it has always been the same length.
It's always only the people who change.
Only when you are old and weak, and recall those days when you were young, ignorant and boring, will you feel that being bored, ignorant and fearless is also a rare blessing.
What you can’t get is the best.
Once you get something, you always feel that it has depreciated greatly and is not worth cherishing.
So, you see, human nature is such a mean thing.
The joys and sorrows in the world often arise from this.
The jasper is as high as a tree, and there are thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
He Zhizhang's poem "Liu Liu" is catchy even to a seven-year-old child on the street. When the branches begin to sprout, the long-lost spring has finally arrived.
Zhangjiazhuang in February is extremely lively at this time.
Wu Fusheng, leader of the Lingnan Martial Arts Alliance and Lingnan Inspector, held a disciple recruitment conference today!
Zhangjiazhuang was originally full of wealthy families named Zhang, but Wu Fusheng had driven them all to remote mountains half a year ago.
Originally, according to Wu Fusheng's intention, none of these people named Zhang were interesting, and every one of them counted as one, so he could just kill them all.
But Zhang Yunyang was nostalgic and just asked Wu Fusheng to drive these people away.
Therefore, Zhangjiazhuang has now become the first station of Eagle King Mountain and a gathering place for long-term workers of various foreign surnames.
Today, every household in the Zhangjia Village is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations and is full of joy.
The apprentice Wu Fusheng accepted was named Zhao, and his single name had only one clear character.
Speaking of this, Zhao Qing has a strange origin. He is the black-faced boy who blocked Zhang Yunyang's shot that day at Yingchoujian.
That day Wu Fusheng originally thought that the young man had been killed on the spot. Unexpectedly, when Deng Jinlong and others arrived, they found that the man was still breathing and was not completely dead!
Under the doctor's careful care, Zhao Qing recovered quickly and was able to go to the ground in less than a hundred days. By the time the New Year was over, there were no signs of fatal injuries at all!
Wu Fusheng was severely injured, not only externally but also internally. It took him half a year before he could barely get out of bed!
As soon as Wu Fusheng woke up, he heard about Zhao Qing. He was amazed and asked about the origin of the black-faced boy.
