Xiaowen, who didn't know whether she hated Yang Chen or not, burst into tears at this moment. That domineering, stubborn and tragic figure came into view, and her numb heart suddenly became weak. She would rather be punched, kicked and beaten.
it's her
, she cried and murmured: "Why are you here, what are you doing? Since God is torturing me, I have suffered enough alone, why should you bear it for me, share it with me, so that I can't forget, can't let go, can't hate it, Yang Chen
, you bastard."
Xiaowen burst into tears.
The pain her body endured was far less than the pain in her heart.
She didn't know how miserable she looked when she was being ravaged by a group of men, but she couldn't bear to see Yang Chen being tortured. She wanted to close her eyes, but the chaotic sounds of yelling, kicking, and beating touched her heart and she couldn't escape.
In the crowd, Yang Chen moved forward stubbornly. Within a short distance of twenty or thirty meters, his handsome face, which had been tortured and humiliated, and stained with blood, still remained unchanged.
humiliation.
He has encountered too many things in his life.
The pain is even more insignificant.
The ups and downs in his life gave him the character to endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens.
Finally, he walked to the three-story building and was surrounded by so many people, but no one really knocked him down, which shocked many people later.
On the terrace on the second floor, Wu Jianxiao waved his hands condescendingly to stop those who wanted to pursue him. He lowered his eyebrows and looked down on Yang Chen, jokingly saying: "You have a strong bone. Kneel down and kowtow to me until I am satisfied."
Yang Chen raised his face, and the blood dripping from his forehead, mouth and nose not only did not make him look embarrassed, but also made his handsome face harder and more imposing.
"Kneel down and kowtow!"
The strong man who hit Yang Chen's leg with a baseball bat rushed over fiercely and tried to do it again. Unexpectedly, Yang Chen suddenly turned around, and with the windbreaker fluttering, he whipped out a whip kick, knocking him down hard and trying to hit him.
The man with the weak legs stepped on this guy's face and twisted it hard, like twisting a cigarette butt.
The man who was stepped on felt unprecedented fear and almost peed.
The men around him were stunned and swarmed forward. Yang Chen sneered and kicked the fallen man away. A lump of meat weighing one hundred and forty or fifty pounds was shot into the crowd, knocking down a group of people, but Yang Chen couldn't even look at it.
Look at these people, they turned back and took two steps, jumped up high, grabbed the second floor terrace fence with both hands, turned over and jumped into the terrace, standing in front of Wu Jianxiao.
The situation changes suddenly.
In addition, Wu Jianxiao, who thought he was in control of the situation, was really careless and was stunned for a moment.
"Don't move!"
Roars full of urgency came one after another, and the bodyguards behind Wu Jianxiao raised their guns one after another. There were imitation pistols from underground black factories, shotguns with sawn barrels, and homemade shotguns.
Yang Chen was fearless, his right hand was tightly squeezing Wu Jianxiao's throat, he endured the humiliation and was passively beaten, just to capture the thief at this moment and capture the king first.
"Let Xiaowen go..."
Yang Chen stared at Wu Jianxiao coldly.
Wu Jianxiao, whose throat was strangled and almost out of breath, laughed wildly and did not reply to Yang Chen. Instead, he screamed for the bodyguard to shoot Yang Chen.
The bodyguards were in a dilemma.
If the master is captured, he will inevitably be thrown into a trap.
"Okay, let's see how hard you can get." After Yang Chen gritted his teeth, he hugged Wu Jianxiao into his arms, pinched the scumbag's neck, and walked down from the second floor to the next. Surrounded by nearly a hundred people watching eagerly, he walked step by step.
Approaching the dog pond, he finally pressed Wu Jianxiao on the fence surrounding the dog pond.
"Let me go, or I will throw you away and become dog food." Yang Chen forced Wu Jianxiao again. Wu Jianxiao was a man, and he would rather die than surrender. Nearly a hundred people who surrounded him had swords and guns in their hands, but they were helpless. They could only yell and threaten at the top of their lungs.
, to Yang Chen, it is useless.
"Go, go, leave me alone, please leave me alone." Xiaowen cried and stared at Yang Chen, a little hysterical. Her family had been killed by her, and she didn't want to hurt him anymore.
She wanted to end everything with her own life.
Let love, hatred and hatred disappear with the passing of life.
"Farewell between life and death is wonderful, so wonderful." The long-haired young man who was guarding Xiaowen slowly stood up and stepped on the thin beam above the dog pond. He did not sway or sway, as if he was nailed to it, and the cold wind blew him and
With shoulder-length hair and a handsome face, he looks like a ghost.
Yang Chen looked over coldly. After realizing that the other party was different, his face remained expressionless. He had seen a lot of masters and killed a lot.
While the long-haired young man shouted "Wonderful", he clapped his hands a few times, then pointed at Xiaowen at his feet and said with an evil smile: "Let her go, or I will cut the rope hanging her."
Yang Chen was unmoved and responded coldly: "You let it go first, and I'll let it go later."
"Then you watch how she is bitten to death by the Tibetan Mastiff..." the young man said quietly, suddenly bent down, waved the American military spur in his hand, and without hesitation cut the rope hanging Xiaowen!
Xiaowen screamed uncontrollably and fell into the dog pool about three meters deep. A dozen ferocious Tibetan mastiffs that were going crazy pounced on her.
Yang Chen became anxious and threw Wu Jianxiao down, knocking down several Tibetan mastiffs. At the same time, he jumped into the dog pond, and the young man on the beam also fell down.
The young man rescued Wu Jianxiao, and Yang Chen rescued Xiaowen.
The two were so close that they had no time to fight.
Wu Jianxiao spent money to buy these Tibetan mastiffs, which were fed by specialized breeders. Among dogs, Tibetan mastiffs, which have a low IQ, sometimes even bite the people who feed them every day.
But Yang Chen and Xiaowen are more attractive.
Both of them were injured and smelled of blood.
The Tibetan Mastiff's brain is not working well, and its nose is still a dog's nose. It is very clever. Most of the dozen Tibetan Mastiffs pounced on Yang Chen Xiaowen. Yang Chen quickly took off his windbreaker and wrapped Xiaowen who was covered with bruises. Several Tibetan Mastiffs pounced on him.
He hit a Tibetan Mastiff on the head with his fist. The Tibetan Mastiff tilted its head, flew four to five meters, fell to the dust, whined and twitched.
Not to mention a mastiff, even a brown bear that was three meters tall and weighed six hundred or seven hundred kilograms when it stood upright was still beaten to death by Yang Chen. There was also a Tibetan Mastiff whose back was broken by this guy and collapsed not far from Xiaowen, dying.
Yang Chen bent down to pick up Xiaowen, and a fatter Tibetan Mastiff pounced on his back, biting his shoulder, moving his head and tearing at him. Without even looking, he stretched his hands back and pinched the Tibetan Mastiff's neck.
With his long hair, he domineeringly pulled the beast off his shoulders, threw it to the ground, raised his feet, and kicked the stunned beast away like a ball, and knocked away the mastiffs that rushed towards him in the next few days.
People are afraid of death.
Animals are also afraid of death.
The fierce aura bursting out from Yang Chen's body made the surrounding Tibetan mastiffs dare to circle around and bark, but did not dare to continue attacking. A mastiff is as powerful as nine dogs and dares to fight with a lion to the death. Various legends about the ferociousness of Tibetan mastiffs are seen by Yang Chen.
It's not worth mentioning, it's just a gimmick by dog dealers to inflate the price.
In fact, Tibetan Mastiffs are not much better than other fierce dogs in the world. Compared with Yang Chen's lion raised in a manor in Uganda, they are extremely weak.
Yang Chen bent down and picked up Xiaowen.
Xiaowen stared blankly at the man who picked her up and made her worried about her love and hate. She felt that he was like a lone hero in a movie, hoeing the strong and supporting the weak, punishing rape and eradicating evil.
