Over the years, she had been confused and drifting with the crowd. All she could think about was the kebabs after get off work. The knife was dull and her hands were weak. Yu Lanchuan thought he was pulling her back from the edge of committing a crime, and he followed her in fear over and over again. In fact, there was no need... It was really At that juncture, she might not be able to take the knife.

The right hand wrapped in cloth stopped shaking, but she still didn't have the strength to lift it up. It hung on her body like a prosthetic limb. Her right rib was on fire after being hit by the stick, and her internal organs were shaken several times.

Yang Ping slowly wiped away the blood on his eyelids with his thumb and licked it: "Have you returned all your kung fu to the master?"

Before she finished speaking, the blade of the blade had already fallen to the side of his neck. Yang Ping suddenly raised the telescopic stick upwards to block her blade. However, her pale left hand was surprisingly flexible, and the blade quickly "swam" from the index finger to the little finger.

The deadly blade condensed into a thin line, passed over the short stick, and turned towards Yang Ping's throat. However, the moment it cut through the oily skin, she suddenly felt something was wrong.

Yang Ping's palm came out from underneath, and the wrist was bent at an angle that could not be broken. He hit her chest with a palm, turning his palm purple and black.

Wei Xiao was beaten to death by this palm.

In desperation, Gan Qing only had time to put her right arm in front of her body, and the sound of broken bones was heard - she was pushed out nearly ten meters, her back hit an abandoned telephone pole hard, and her right arm hung down.

The arm made Yu Lanchuan suspect that her broken bones had pierced the flesh!

People with thin bodies are the least able to withstand the impact. Gan Qing's vision almost went dark. For a second or two, she even wondered if she had fainted. There was a roar in her ears, and then she was forced back by the severe pain.

sanity.

Yu Lanchuan rushed over, and Yan Hao clenched his stick with both hands and stared at Yang Ping nervously.

Yang Ping didn't even look at him, but gave Gan Qing a condescending look, and he smiled happily.

"Wan Muchun was so prominent for a while," he said, "what's the use? Times have changed, and looking back, whether Wei Xiao or the younger generation, their fame was in vain... It's a shame that I have been thinking about it for so many years. Since

In this case, I will leave first. Wan Muchun's family has fallen to this level, so they won't keep their word, right?"

Yu Lanchuan hugged Gan Qing and said, "Wait a minute, she lost, I didn't say let you go!"

"Master Xiao Yu, Master Xiao Yu," Yang Ping slowly put the short stick into his sleeve, shook his head and sighed, "Have you seen blood?"

Yu Lanchuan was speechless.
Chapter completed!