There is no bottom

The bandit leader died, the gate of the village was broken, and a group of bandits swarmed in.

But they saw Yang Fan standing there with blood on his face, ragged clothes, and blood stains. His face was covered with blood, and it was difficult for others to see his true appearance. His clothes were ragged, he was holding a flying piece, and his red makeup was stained red by someone's blood.

The young man shouted: "If you surrender, you will not be killed. If you resist, you will be killed."

One of the bandits shouted: "Brothers, don't be afraid. No matter how high his martial arts skills are, he is only one person, and he is injured. Let's kill him together and divide the property in the village equally. In order to make a fortune, kill him..."

The hearts of the bandits were shocked, and the crowd was furious; Yang Fan roared and fought to the death. He was young, weak, and injured, so how could any enemy not want to bite him?

Since ancient times, there have been so many offers of help in times of need and mercy? Aren't they all just adding icing on the cake to be clever and adding insult to injury for personal gain?

Yang Fan is not afraid that you will add insult to injury. Don’t look at how precarious and shaky he looks. In fact, most of the fabrics in his clothes that can wring out blood belong to others. The few stab wounds on his body are just skin injuries, and the flying knives almost killed him.

Because of the barrier of the copper coins, he was not fatally injured.

Just grit your teeth and fight again.

Suddenly there was chaos among the enemy group.

A voice shouted: "Don't harm my master!"

If not Liu Erniu, who else?

Yang Fan felt happy in his heart, but he did not stop his movements. He rushed into the enemy group and killed those who called the sky and the earth, without any mercy.

Although Yang Fan has a benevolent heart as a doctor, he also has a heart of stone.

The shoes on the feet kicked off the legs, the chests, the eggs were kicked, or the heads were shot; the knives in the palms stabbed, stabbed, or scratched, and all of them fell to the ground and died.

What started as a loud killing sound turned into a series of screams later on.

On the tree pole in the forest, there are two lines of tear stains and a stretched nose. It is cute, pitiful, ridiculous, and makes people cherish.

The girl moved her fingers with difficulty, and then cursed in a low voice: "Bad guy, bastard, bastard..." But her eyes were full of reluctance.

Wu Shu's acupuncture points were tapped by Yang Fan and placed on the tree trunk. The acupoints were now loose, but it would still take some time to return to normal. His limbs would feel numb after lying down for a long time, and it would be difficult to move.

He scolded Yang Fan endlessly, but in his heart he missed Yang Fan endlessly.

Although they met awkwardly and only got along for one day, how could Wu Shu, who had experienced the harshness of the world, not be able to tell the difference between good and bad? He was just a beggar, and Yang Fan was able to help him when they met by chance. Although Meng Lang was there, something went wrong.

There are reasons and extenuating circumstances. He is obviously a handsome young man, but he can not fight back when he is angry or scold him. He eats at the same table without disdain, he is not tired of being dirty, he blows his nose for him, and he is even willing to...

Take responsibility for yourself.

Thinking back to every moment with him...the rough yet delicate tenderness, the hard yet tender heartache. There is no girl who would not be moved, and there is no woman who would not be touched.

First love is nothing more than this, let alone the first love being him?

Wu Shu gradually began to move freely, and took out a cloth to wipe his nose. Don't let the spectators feel that it has damaged his image. Wu Shu was only fourteen years old. He had been begging for a long time, which of course caused malnutrition, and the malnourished body was in

It is normal for your nose to run down involuntarily when you are sad, excited and crying. Isn’t it the same for many adults when they cry?

Wu Shu hugged Yang Fan's coat covering her body, inhaled his breath, and wiped her face.

It immediately looked less sloppy and more fresh.

After four or five years of begging and being chased by dogs countless times, Wu Shu had already mastered the skill of climbing trees. She climbed down from the tree with ease and ran towards the bandits' village.

In the past, she didn't dare to get too close to the bandit village, but this time she dared to move forward bravely for some reason. She never thought about whether she might be overestimating her own capabilities, but she couldn't help but do it anyway.

Wu Hu walked straight towards the Guizhai Devil's Cave, without hiding anything, with a carefree attitude, and even a little head high, showing a tragic and heroic spirit of generously serving justice.

A man dressed as a bandit appeared in front of Wu Shu. Wu Shu was not timid and walked straight towards him.

The man's eyes were blinking and his mouth was open silently.

There was a man lying on the ground in a pool of blood, his face deathly pale.

Wu Shu understood that this must be the good deed of the enemy, but what she couldn't understand was why only one person was killed?

Wu Shu picked up the gangster knife on the ground, covered the handle with both hands, took a deep breath, and shouted: "Father! Mother! My daughter has avenged you!" He closed his eyes and raised the big knife to chop at the man.

Knife after knife after knife, the remaining parts of his body were covered with blood splattering on his face.

Wu Hu was shocked by the blood spatter. He looked at the corpse on the ground, wiped his face, put on Yang Fan's coat, raised his knife, and ran towards the bandit camp with murderous intent. Wu Hu put on Yang Fan's coat, as if

Now that he has superpowers, he is completely different from his previous temperament.

Rushing into the bandits' stronghold, there was no imaginable blockage and fighting. The ground was covered with ruins and broken walls, smoke was curling up, and corpses were strewn everywhere as far as the eye could see.

Dozens of bandit soldiers knelt in front of a young man, begging for mercy.

The young man's clothes were in rags, with strips of cloth covering his body; his face was covered in blood, his hair was unkempt, and his scars were all shocking.

Just listen to the young man saying to the man beside him who bowed slightly: "From now on, these people will belong to you. Kill those who do evil, kill those who burn, kill and loot, kill those who betray your trust, kill those who betray your brothers, and kill those who sell out for glory."

The man replied respectfully: "Yes! Master!"

The young man added: "Go and lead them to collect all the property in the village."

The bandits thanked him profusely and followed the man up to accept his orders.

After Wu Hu heard the young man's voice, he stood blankly on the spot, staring at the young man, as if he wanted to see it in his eyes and carve it into his heart.

The young man is Yang Fan.

With a sound from Ding Ling, the knife in Wu Shu's hand fell to the ground, and tears quietly formed in his eyes.

Yang Fan stretched out his arms, revealing his only relatively white teeth.

Wu Shu trotted towards Yang Fan.

Yang Fan thought he was throwing himself into his arms, but what he didn't expect was Wu Shu's "Golden Jade Hammer".

Wu Shu closed his eyes, punched Yang Fan on the chest, and cried: "I let you leave me, I let you disobey me, I let you make me worry, I let you make me cry.

"

In fact, Wu Shu's fist was not very heavy, but Yang Fan had already suffered internal injuries after fighting for a long time, and a mouthful of old blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

But Wu Mian cried anxiously at dozens of decibels and hugged Yang Fan and groped up and down.

"How are you? Where are you injured? Are there any vital injuries?"

Yang Fan shook his head and said with a smile: "It's just internal injuries. Vomiting blood would be better."

After saying that, Yang Fan opened his inner clothes enthusiastically and pressed Wu Hu's head to let her see. He saw a knife mark left on his chest. There was a small circle around the knife mark, and the copper coin in Yang Fan's hand was also cracked in the middle.

Come.

"The fatal blow was blocked by the copper coins you gave me."

Seeing Yang Fan's chest, Wu Shu's face suddenly turned red, and he said shyly: "We seem to be different."

Yang Fan slandered: "It's strange that it can be the same." He smiled and said: "If I hadn't met you, you wouldn't have given me a penny. If you didn't give me a penny, I would have died. I would have killed you."

My parents' revenge cannot be avenged. What do you think this proves?"

While examining Yang Fan's body, Wu Shu replied: "Prove a problem, save an extra penny, and save a life."

There seemed to be a crow whistling past Yang Fan's head.

Wu Shu suddenly paused, squatted down suddenly, and opened Yang Fan's trousers.

Blood stained and empty.

He cried loudly: "Your lower body has been cut off, what should I do?"

It turned out that Yang Fan's pants had already become open and aboveboard due to the long-term pulling of his leg skills. No wonder he felt a little refreshed.

Hearing Wu Shu's sad cry, Yang Fan suddenly felt the darkness above his head and was speechless.

Emotional Wu Shu was pretending to be innocent just now, but he still asked me if I don’t have any more down there, what should you do?

How do you want me to answer?

Seeing Wu Shu crying non-stop, Yang Fan replied with a wry smile: "It's okay, just hide it in your underwear."

"What are underwear?"

Yang Fan was speechless. How could there be any concept of underwear in this world? Yang Fan could only say, "I will make it for you to wear in the future, and then you will know."

Wu Shu's eyes turned red and he choked with sobs: "You lied to me again, right?"

Ignoring the word "again" that I don't know where to start, Yang Fan swore that he would definitely make underwear for you.

But I heard Wu Shu say: "There is so much blood down there, are you really going to be okay?"

Yang Fan slapped his forehead, and he had an indescribable feeling of a scholar meeting a soldier. Is this girl still concerned about this matter?

"Back to the young master! The belongings have been ordered!" A man said to Yang Fan awkwardly, and apologized to Wu Migong, "I've disturbed the young lady."

That man was naturally Yang Fan's subordinate, Liu Erniu.

Yang Fan asked him to take stock of his belongings, but the first thing he asked was the number of people, "How many people do you have?"

Liu Er Newton paused and replied: "57 people." When he said this, he couldn't help but feel a twitch in his heart, and said to himself: "There are about 250 people in the village, but you killed them to this number. Even if you count the monks who fled in all directions, they still have breath.

Yes, you also killed about two hundred people."

Yang Fan twisted the clothes on his body, and with a splash of water, he squeezed out a pool of red liquid, and looked at Wu Shu who was standing next to him. Wu Shu looked straight at him without any intention of turning his head.

This battle was really cool, and it vented my grandfather’s long-suppressed grief.

Smiling and taking off his clothes, he saw his bronzed muscles, healthy and sexy, which women admired and men envied. The criss-crossed stab wounds on them were swaying, wild and sturdy.

Yang Fan stretched out his hand to wave to Wu Hu.

Wu Shu blushed and nervously placed the small jade hammer in Yang Fan's hand.

Yang Fan smiled and said: "Little nymphomaniac, what are you thinking about? What I want is my coat."

Wu Shu hurriedly took off his coat and handed it back to Yang Fan, feeling helpless and ashamed.

Liu Erniu next to him wanted to laugh but dared not.
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