"You don't need to know who it is," Hong Xue told Binglong coldly: "You only need to know one thing, Ling Cang is my friend, and you are not allowed to trouble him again in the future."
"What kind of friends are you?"
"You don't need to know this," Hong Xue stood up and walked towards the door: "That's all I have to say, you just need to run the place well."
Binglong grabbed Hong Xue's arm and asked with some excitement: "You are doing this to me,"
"Is this a problem for you?" Hong Xue pulled his arm back with force and warned coldly: "You'd better not touch me, otherwise..."
Hong Xue didn't say anything anymore. The threat was already very clear. Even though the ice dragon was in charge of this situation, as long as Hong Xue shouted, someone would rush in and cut the ice dragon into pieces.
Binglong knew this very well and did not dare to pull Hong Xue back. He wanted to speak but didn't know what else to say.
What always puzzled Binglong was how he was inferior to that poor boy from the impoverished mountainous area. His face turned red and his eyes widened at Hong Xue, covered with bloodshot eyes. Due to his anger, His body was trembling slightly, and the blood vessels on his forehead were jumping. Years of drug abuse had made his skin look gray, and the blood vessels protruded from the surface of his skin, looking like the roots of an old tree.
Hong Xue went out without saying anything else and slammed the door. After a while, Binglong sat down feebly, took out his mobile phone and made a call: "Do it,"
When school was over, Ling Cang noticed that Zheng Bozhan was packing his schoolbag in a hurry, as if he was in a hurry, so he casually asked: "Are you busy?"
"It's okay," Zheng Bozhan smiled and said, "What can I do? I just suddenly thought of a program and wanted to write it right away when I got back to the dormitory."
The relationship between Ling Cang and Zheng Bozhan had always been good, but it was only limited to the classroom. As long as it was not during class time, Zheng Bozhan would definitely have the cat in the dormitory, neither participating in club activities nor going out to play with Ling Cang.
"Everyone goes out to sing at night, you can come along,"
"I'm not going," Zheng Bozhan shook his head: "I don't know how to sing..."
"Then you can just listen. Stop being such a homebody all the time. It's not good for your body and mind." After a pause, Ling Cang continued: "I know a person who is a standard homebody. Just like you, he hides in the house every day. I refused to leave the house, so I was beaten to death two days ago."
"Who is it?" Zheng Bozhan was startled, wondering how being an otaku could put his life in danger.
"Osama bin Laden,"
Under Ling Cang's strong encouragement, Zheng Bozhan finally gave up the program and went out to sing with everyone. At the end of the night, everyone had a great time, and when they returned to school it was already starry.
Liang Xiangyu also made an appointment to play mahjong with someone. Instead of going back to school to live, Zheng Bozhan lived in the dormitory, which was quite far from the student apartment, so Ling Cang was the only one walking to the apartment area.
Ling Cang walked alone for a while and saw from a distance that the windows of the apartment were all dark. It seemed that no one had come back. He shook his head. Ling Cang was about to look for the keys when he suddenly felt a cool breeze blowing behind his head.
Ling Cang had an ominous premonition and hurriedly ran forward two steps. Then, Ling Cang heard a "rumbling" sound behind him, and the ground shook a few times. Looking back, Ling Cang found that behind him A large crater with a diameter of three to five meters appeared on the ground.
"There's an earthquake." Ling Cang was about to walk over to take a look when he noticed that a dazzling light source seemed to light up above his head. Almost out of instinct, Ling Cang rolled to the side, and then he saw a beam of light shooting down from mid-air and falling on the ground. Another big crater was created, and at the same time, a powerful aura appeared, floating in the place where the light beam came out.
The gravel and dust flew up and fell on him. Ling Cang raised his hand and patted it, and asked with a sneer: "Who is it?"
"Is it Ling Cang?" Along with the words, a tall figure slowly fell to the ground. He had an oriental appearance, but he had a tall nose and deep eyes, more like a mixed race.
"You have recognized the wrong person," Ling Cang told the other party seriously: "I am his younger brother, Ling Hai,"
"It doesn't matter." The person slowly raised his right arm and struck forward fiercely: "I'll just put in some effort and kill them together."
A beam of light shot out of the stranger's right arm and came straight towards him. Ling Cang hurriedly stepped aside and felt the burning pain in his body. The beam of light hit a tree behind him, and after a dull sound, there was a person. The tree trunk as thick as a hug fell down suddenly.
"The reaction speed is not bad," the visitor sneered, and was about to attack again, but found that Ling Cang was missing: "Where is the person?"
"Here," Ling Cang had already walked around behind the visitor, raised his hand and struck hard on the shoulder.
The incoming soldier was unprepared and let out a scream, shaking his body a few times. However, he was strong enough to endure the severe pain and punched Ling Cang's abdomen with his left fist.
Ling Cang hurriedly twisted his body, and a beam of light shot almost close to his abdomen. Ling Cang suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and then it became numb again, and his whole body's reaction slowed down.
The person who came here could emit this weird beam of light and was obviously good at attacking from a distance. Therefore, Ling Cang couldn't distance himself, so he had to stick close to the opponent and engage in close combat.
Ling Cang grabbed the opponent's right wrist and slashed towards the throat with the horizontal palm of his left hand. The opponent hurriedly rushed forward with his left fist, but saw that the direction of Ling Cang's palm changed and drew a semicircle, which went around the back of his head. Then, Ling Cang Cang turned his palm into a fist and put his middle finger on Fengfu point.
The visitor suddenly felt numb all over, his head was dizzy, and he almost fell to the ground, but his strength was there after all, and he quickly adjusted. While trying to withdraw his right hand, he reached back with his left hand. , trying to catch Ling Cang.
Ling Cang moved his hand down and placed it on the two large points on the visitor's waist. At the same time, he did not compete with the opponent, but followed the force of the opponent's withdrawal of his arm and pressed forward closer.
Ling Cang is in the early stage of Level 4, and Lai Ren is in the late stage of Level 4. Although the levels seem to be close, Lai Ren has an overwhelming advantage in strength. In fact, if only in terms of strength, the three Ling Cang together may not be an enemy. Come on, in this situation, Ling Cang can only survive by relying on correct tactics and rich experience.
The visitor felt his legs go numb and almost collapsed to the ground. Suddenly, he found that Ling Cang was almost face to face with him. He was so horrified that he knocked his head towards Ling Cang's face.
Ling Cang raised his head to avoid, and slapped his hand on the opponent's temple. He heard a "pop" sound, and the person felt dizzy and finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground. If it had been someone with a lower level, he would have been killed on the spot. , rather than just falling.
The person's wrist was still in Ling Cang's hand. Ling Cang raised his arm and kicked it towards his armpit. The opponent hurriedly twisted around and at the same time clamped Ling Cang's ankle with both feet and twisted it with all his strength.
Ling Cang couldn't stand firm for a moment and fell to the ground.
Ling Cang's tactics were correct. Now both of them fell to the ground, it was a good opportunity to use Jiu Jitsu. The visitor did not expect that Ling Cang's close combat skills were so good. They did not dare to be careless and wait for Ling Cang to attack again. Come up, pull your fist back, and then hit it with all your strength.
Although Ling Cang is good at jujitsu, there is a big problem in fighting on the ground, that is, the space to avoid is too small, especially like now, when the opponent's strength far exceeds his own, and there is no way to directly receive the opponent's attack.
Ling Cang suddenly got his wits about him and pulled out a flying knife and nailed it hard on the opponent's wrist. The opponent let out a scream but did not retract the attack, and a beam of light hit Ling Cang's abdomen.
Ling Cang slid close to the ground and slid more than ten meters before stopping. His abdomen felt like it had been pierced through, and the pain was excruciating. Ling Cang struggled, trying to stand up several times, but fell down again and again.
But the person who came here didn’t feel comfortable either. Ling Cang’s knife was so cruel that it neatly cut off the wrist bones, leaving only skin and flesh connecting the hands and arms. If he hadn’t been so seriously injured, the blow just now would have been enough to take away Ling Cang’s body. life.
The man's whole body was soaked with cold sweat. After breathing heavily for a while, he slowly stood up. He showed frightening patience and let the flying knife cut his flesh, leaving his hand on the ground.
He stood there, looking at Ling Cang fiercely, his arms hanging down barely, blood spurting out from the broken parts, and after taking a few more breaths, he rushed towards Ling Cang, raising his other hand to fight light beam.
Ling Cang raised his hand and shot out a flying knife. The person hurriedly pulled away his fist. Although the beam of light did not come out, the person was already in front of Ling Cang. He raised his foot and stomped down on Ling Cang's abdomen.
Ling Cang was still lying on the ground unable to stand up or move, so he had to pull out a throwing knife and stab it into the sole of the opponent's foot. The opponent pulled his foot back and kicked Ling Cang directly. Ling Cang used his left hand to Block it and stab the opponent's other foot with the flying knife.
The two people hit each other at the same time again. Ling Cang's hand was so painful that it felt like it was shattered. He flew back another four or five meters. The person who came was even worse. His feet were completely penetrated by the flying knife and nailed to the ground.
The visitor bowed down and pulled out the dagger, and a stream of blood spurted out from the sole of his foot. For an ordinary person to suffer such a serious injury, even if he endured it and did not faint, at least he would lose his fighting ability, but the pain seemed to him There is not much impact. Although the attack power is weakened, the fighting consciousness is not reduced at all.
The visitor looked at Ling Cang expressionlessly, and slowly waved his hand forward, only to see the flying knife turn into a streak of silver light and hit Ling Cang's chest directly.
"You are so versatile. You can even use flying knives..." Ling Cang used all his strength and jumped straight up from the ground. However, the flying knives did not hit him. He only heard a "clang" and fell directly from the air. on the ground,