Ye Ming was cutting off from behind. Hearing the sound, he quickly threw Yang Jindou on his shoulder to the Xue Tong soldiers. His tall body shuttled in like lightning, and grabbed Zhu Chao's hand with his broad palm.
Pull down hard.
Ye Ming's big palm seemed to have a devastating power and directly pulled Zhu Chao back.
Zhu Chao fell heavily to the ground.
At this time, there was a "click" sound in Ye Ming's ears, and a towering tree fell down, falling directly on the blood-pupil soldier.
"Get away!"
Ye Ming roared angrily with his Dantian filled with anger. He spread out his two strong arms like an eagle to protect the blood-eyed soldiers, and pushed them hard, causing everyone to fall forward.
The towering tree fell down and hit Ye Ming directly.
Ye Ming's tall and strong body fell down, a mouthful of blood splattered from his mouth.
"Chief!"
Everyone was screaming, everyone rolled up from the ground, and worked together to move the big tree.
However, it cannot be moved.
Ye Ming was lying on the ground, with his lower body under the tree, his whole body unconscious, and blood kept pouring out of the corners of his mouth.
He slowly looked sideways, and the camellia in his trouser pocket fell out and fell into the pool of blood mixed with rainwater, about to be washed away.
He stretched out his hand with difficulty, crawled on the ground with his big palm full of scars, picked up the camellia, and held it tightly in his palm.
"Chief!"
This towering tree couldn't be moved, and all the blood-pupil soldiers began to cry.
The cold tornado whizzing by, coupled with the mournful cries, was indescribably desolate.
Ye Ming blinked his thick and curled eyelashes, and moved his dark green thin lips, "Why are you crying, I'm dead?"
"Chief!"
The blood-pupil soldier wiped away his tears, but he wiped out more tears.
Over the years, Xuetong has become more of a big family, and Ye Ming is the head of the family. He protects them like a father and brother, and like an eagle protecting its own little eagle. His tall body has never fallen.
But now, he fell.
The sky is falling.
Xue Tong's soul is gone.
what to do?
They don't know what to do?
"Zhu Chao!" Ye Ming spoke, his voice was hoarse and rough, weak and painful, but unusually sharp.
"Ah Ming." Zhu Chao crawled over and held Ye Ming's big palm tightly.
Ye Ming looked at Zhu Chao, the cold rain dripping down from his pale and cold outline, "Take them away."
"Chief, we won't leave!"
"Chief, we won't leave. If you don't leave, we won't leave. No one will be left behind. This is what you said!"