The years when I was an old man

I can feel that Er Long is completely stupid at this moment.

He didn't expect that he would meet a fool.

Knowing that there is danger, not only did not hide, but also rushed upwards desperately.

But Erlong reacted very quickly, he knew that if the scythe was around his neck.

Even if he didn't die, he would have lost half his life.

He turned sideways hastily, and the iron rod in his hand followed suit.

With a muffled "bang", it hit the mute's shoulder.

And the mute's sickle also tilted, but it still fell on Erlong's shoulder.

With one blow, Erlong's arm was bleeding profusely.

The mute also swayed, grinning in pain.

But he immediately returned to normal, bared his yellow teeth, smiled, and said to Erlong:

"Z, z, we, we, who, who the hell suffers?"

Any fool knows that the one who suffers must be Erlong.

Only then did everyone know how to play dumb, kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred.

Erlong glanced at the wound on his arm, and at this moment, the mute shouted:

"I will kill you!"

Then, holding the sickle, he rushed up again.

The brave wins when we meet on a narrow road.

In a desperate environment, whoever is fighting is even more desperate.

And the mute at this time is the one who is even more desperate.

Because Erlong panicked a little, he didn't dare to fight back, but dodged again and again.

But the mute seemed to be crazy, the sickle drew silver arcs, and it was spinning crazily.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The sickle slashed on the iron cage again and again.

The crisp sound, coupled with splashing sparks, made the mute even more excited.

"Five insects, don't fucking hide!"

I know one type of guy who goes into a frenzy when he gets into a fight.

Now look, the mute is this kind of person.

At this moment, Erlong was cornered by the mute.

The moment the dumb sickle waved out.

Erlong finally seized the opportunity and heard him roar.

Then he jumped up high, holding the iron rod in both hands.

When the dumb sickle was not retracted, it hit the dumb's head.

At this time, the mute had just waved the sickle.

He couldn't fight back at all, the only thing he could do was dodge.

But the mute didn't hide, the moment the sickle was retracted.

The iron rod also smashed on his head.

"boom!"

Another sound.

Seeing the mute sway twice, he fell to the ground.

But at the moment when he reached the bottom, the sickle in the mute's hand was turned sideways.

This time, it fell directly on Erlong's legs.

Erlong screamed, leaned his body, and fell to the ground.

"Dumb!"

Lao Hei and the others yelled, and hurried forward, wanting to check the mute's injury.

Before he could get to him, he saw the mute crawling up unsteadily again.

Looking at Erlong leaning on the iron cage, he smiled.

Pointing to his own head, he said to Erlong:

"Z, z, we two, who, who the hell suffers? Me, I got a bag on my head. You, you got two, two knives!"

On Erlong's legs, blood flowed horizontally.

He tried to stand up, but the pain made it difficult for him to do so.

The mute took a step forward and kicked him hard at the wound on his leg.

This worsening pain made Erlong let out a scream.

But the mute continued to speak stammeringly:

"W, w, I, I won. Call, call Dad!"

Erlong had never been insulted like this before, he said viciously to the mute:

"Little Keba, come on, you fucking kill me. Otherwise, I'll kill your whole family sooner or later!"

Hearing what Erlong said, the mute immediately became anxious.

He once again kicked at the wound on Erlong's leg.

"N, n, you, are you fucking stupid? I, this is stuttering, stuttering. No, it's not stuttering!"

As soon as the mute finished speaking, he turned to me and said:

"X, x, Little Sixth Master, did he, did he harm the girl, the girl?"

I froze for a moment, still thinking about the difference between stuttering and stuttering in my mind.For a moment I didn't expect the mute to ask me a question.

On the other hand, Sister Hua immediately said:

"Yes, this bastard has harmed many women, we can't let him go!"

"Okay, okay!"

As soon as the mute finished speaking, he picked up his sickle.

Towards Erlong's legs, there was a random swing.

I've always thought that I'm a cruel person.

But I suddenly found that compared with the dumb, I seem to be much worse.

Every time the dumb sickle swung, Erlong let out a heart-piercing scream.

Until the end, when the blood and flesh between his legs were bloody, he also passed out from the pain, and couldn't cry out at all.

And the mute finally relieved himself, touched the bag on his head, and walked to my side.

A basin of cold water was poured on Erlong's body. The moment he woke up, I squatted beside him and asked him:

"Second brother, are you still killing our whole family?"

Erlong leaned weakly on the iron cage, closed his eyes, and didn't answer my question at all.

"Dumb, I've picked my hamstring!"

The mute was wiping the blood from the scythe with his clothes.

Hearing what I said, he walked over immediately.

At this moment, Erlong quickly opened his eyes wide and said repeatedly:

"No, I'm convinced!"

I sneered.

Don't be afraid of death, don't be afraid of death.

It was because he didn't know the pain before dying.

As long as you know, no one is not afraid.

"Take out your phone and call the Qin family first!"

I said slowly to Erlong.

Erlong was stunned for a moment, but he still took out his cell phone as I said.