Looking at Xie Qirong, who was dragging a cart and dressed in a weird outfit, Mr. Gan said with complicated eyes: "Brother Xie, do you still remember how many of us?"
Xie Qirong squinted for a long time, then suddenly clapped his hands and said:
"forget!"
"It's us."
"Qian Xiaochao, Zhang Biao, Chu Dahe, Wu Sheng, Brother Xie, we haven't seen each other for more than 20 years."
"Come back with us. There will be food and shelter there, and there will be people taking care of you."
I saw Xie Qirong loosening the rope of the trolley, scratching his hair vigorously and asking: "Do you have something to eat and drink? That sounds good, let's go, let's go back."
The godfather looked happy.
The car windows were down and I was watching all this.
Suddenly, Xie Qirong turned around and happened to see me.
"Ha ha!"
"Ha ha!"
He laughed twice: "Xiang Fengfeng! Haha!"
Damn it!
I quickly pressed the switch to raise the glass, and Xie Qirong was already rushing towards me.
"Do it!"
The godfather shouted loudly, stepped forward in three steps, grabbed Xie Qirong's clothes from behind, and pulled him back hard!
The sound was so loud that Xie Qirong flew out and hit the cart without hesitation.
There was a bang! The things tied to the cart were smashed to pieces. Xie Qirong's legs were drooped, shaking.
I was so frightened when I saw this scene, I didn’t expect the god’s hands to be so strong!
Xie Qirong hit the cart and stopped moving at first.
After a minute or two, he lay on the cart, his feet touching the ground, and paddling backwards.
The cart also began to move slowly backwards.
The godfather frowned and watched the car and people slowly retreat.
After gliding seven or eight meters, Xie Qirong suddenly sat up from the cart. He took out his rattle, pointed at the godfather and yelled: "Who are you! Why are you beating your father!"
"Come here! I'll teach you a lesson!"
The old man surnamed Zhang couldn't stand it any longer, so he rushed over with two steps. Xie Qirong immediately stood up, yelled, and rushed forward with a big rattle held high.
The two collided.
Mr. Zhang sidestepped away from the rattle, leaned closer and shoulder-to-shoulder, instantly grabbed Xie Qirong's clothes, pulled him back, and banged his head.
This collision caused Xie Qirong's nose to bleed.
Xie Qirong shouted: "Tietou Gong!
"You didn't fucking eat!"
The stainless steel rattle hit Mr. Zhang's head and made a bang!
This is how Lao Ge died...
Mr. Zhang received a slap in the face, but he seemed to be fine. He just had a gloomy face and held on to the opponent with both hands.
"I let you... let go..."
Xie Qirong grabbed the old man's arms and opened them little by little.
"Lower your head!"
A loud shout!
Qian Lao rushed over and used his belt to crotch his body, and struck with a heavy cannon punch, carrying a whirring fist wind.
Xie Qirong shook off Mr. Zhang, held a palm with one hand, and caught Gan Ye's cannon punch. The impact made him take five or six steps back.
Several people were beating each other violently. Xie Qirong was flexible and could not dodge, so he hit more and less. At first, he received many blows on his body, and his legs were injured and bleeding with cannon punches and whips, but he did not fall down.
That is, in an instant, the situation suddenly reversed.
Perhaps he was too old to run away and his endurance was no longer enough. The old man named Wu was the first to suffer a big loss. He was hit on the back of the head by Xie Qirong with a rattle. He lay on the ground on the spot, bleeding all over the ground.
Seeing this, the old man surnamed Chu waved his hand, and his grandson immediately untied the cloth and threw a machete over.
This knife looks very old-fashioned. There are two blood grooves on the blade, and the words "Sichuan 29th Army" are engraved on the handle.
The speed is very fast, from receiving the knife to taking out the knife in the blink of an eye.
The sword that killed the horse flashed with a white light.
A human hand suddenly fell to the ground.
And this is a severed hand.
Five fingers are still holding on to the rattle and won't let go.
