Fu Qing's injury is more than Leng Shaoheng's, but Leng Shaoheng's white face is cut. The white skin is in sharp contrast to the red blood. Blood slides down the end of the wound. Leng Shaoheng doesn't care.

Fu Qing gasped and joked: "Mr. Leng, how can you disfigure your face? What can you do?"

"I don't live by my face. But neither of them wants to leave today. They let me fight for such a long time. " Leng Shaoheng's face was expressionless. Although he was tired, he still had the strength to accompany the two men for another half an hour.

A force, start muscles, Fu Qing's arm began to bleed. Fu Qing said to Leng Shaoheng with a smile: "it's rare for you to give me a hand. These two people will give you all. Although my little injury doesn't hurt, I still need to pay attention. Enron is most afraid of this."

Leng Shaoheng hummed: "waste." Then he launched an attack on the duo. Although Leng Shaoheng mostly evaded, as long as he had a chance to fight, whether it was fist or foot, it was a heavy blow. The long fight made the two men with daggers unable to carry it.

Fu Qing, who is watching enough drama, steps forward with an arrow, and Leng Shaoheng bends down with cooperation. Fu Qing regards Leng Shaoheng's back as a power storage board and kicks it from the top of his head to the person opposite Leng Shaoheng. The man originally attacked Leng Shaoheng, but as soon as he raised his head, Fu Qing's flying kick fell from the sky. The force was so strong that although the man protected his head with his hand, his whole body was kneeling on the ground.

Fu Qing licked his thin lips and straightened the corners of his clothes. Leng Shaoheng straightened up and gave the man a foot at will. The man had no strength to fight back. He flew several meters away and fell heavily on the glass on the other side of the road. His chest contracted violently, vomited a mouthful of blood, coughed and said no.

The other saw that his companion had fallen, and he couldn't beat them any more, so he quickly stabbed Leng Shaoheng with a dagger.

Fu Qing and Leng Shaoheng think that this person dare not start, this is the charge of murder. But what they didn't expect was that these two men were outlaws, and they could do anything for money. This time, a huge sum of money was waiting for them

"poof", and the dagger went into Leng Shaoheng's chest.

Several people were shocked, even the man who stabbed the dagger shook his hands and let go of the dagger. The two men ran away from here, regardless of their mission, because they just caught a glimpse of Fu Qing's eyes, which were Satan's eyes and the entrance to hell.

If you stay any longer, two people will really die.

"Shaoheng, hold on first, I'll take you to the hospital." Fu Qing wants to go after that man, but I'm Leng Shaoheng now.

Severe pain tears the whole body, Leng Shaoheng's lips quickly lose their blood color, and the strength of the body quickly passes away.

"I..." Leng Shaoheng gritted his teeth and pulled out the dagger. It was more painful to pull out than to insert the dagger in it, and the blood gushed out.

"Shaoheng, don't move. I'll take you to the hospital."

"You Take me to the hospital first And then Keep looking up for me! "

Jiang Fengming has been waiting at the door for two hours. The corridor was made of white tiles, empty, and the sound of needles falling to the ground could be heard in silence. In a very quiet situation, people unconsciously enter the state of recalling, the brain can not empty, full of all kinds of things.

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