Tang San of Douluo suspects that I am his father

"Oh, that's good. He is decisive, brave and ruthless at a young age. In time, he will become a great person. If he is even talented, he may even leave a name in the mainland."

Lord Noting watched helplessly as Tang San plunged the arrow into Yu Xiaogang's aorta with his own hands, cutting off his worries.

I have to say that he is indeed a ruthless person. This kind of handling method is very reasonable, but few people can do it.

The reason why concern is concern is because it is difficult to give up and is even more precious than life.

But the young man in front of him could personally kill his mentor, who had protected him in every possible way, and cut off all worries on his own, just so that he could take revenge in the future. He could indeed be called a ruthless person.

When the third round of applause sounded, a soul ring lit up on Lord Noting's body, and he arched his body like a werewolf in transformation.

The next second, Tang San was pinched in the hand of the newly transformed werewolf, unable to fight back.

In the state of being possessed by the martial spirit, it is obvious that the current Lord of Noting City is really serious.

Shaking Tang San, who was struggling in his wolf's claws, the Lord of Notting once again let out a arrogant laugh.

"It's a pity, you have a lot of future, but now you have to die in the hands of me, a remnant of the era trapped in the little city of Notting.

You have no future! "

Lord Noting couldn't wait to crush Tang San to death. He didn't have much time now. So many soldiers had died. It wouldn't be long before a new Lord of the City would replace him.

Moreover, Yu Xiaogang’s background cannot be turned a blind eye by the family behind him. If he really sought revenge and killed Yu Xiaogang, then that would be fine, but he stripped Yu Xiaogang, the former heir of the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Rex family, naked Hanging at the city gate.

This is equivalent to a slap in the face, so various factors leave him little time.

There was no time left for him to find Tang San's father and the little girl in person with Tang San, the loser.

Now, Tang San will be crushed to death first, and then his whole family will be sent down. The order is a little confusing, but it's not harmful.

But just when Lord Noting was about to squeeze Tang San to death, he suddenly found that his wrists could no longer use any strength.

Then he felt a sharp pain, which was unexpected and penetrated his bone marrow, causing him to instinctively release his claws.

The already burly Lord Noting was two meters tall in his normal state, and after transforming into a martial soul, he reached three meters.

At this time, the wrist of this three-meter giant was grasped by a 1.7-meter-five-meter figure.

People who don't know why will definitely feel like the mantis is trying to control the car, but in fact, the Lord of Notting City feels that he is the mantis.

And the wrist is about to break, and the huge force coming from there is like being squeezed by a hydraulic machine.

A normal break would make a cracking sound of bones breaking, but City Lord Noting only heard the numbing sound of bones rubbing and breaking.

Then the pain stopped. A huge wolf claw was broken at the wrist. The fracture was not smooth, but there was not much bone stubble, and it was all powder.

"Ow!"

Lord Noting's martial spirit was also a wolf. The spirit possessed him more or less like a wolf. Under the severe pain, he howled like a Haqishi wolf.

“The remnants of the era?

Is your strength enough to steal Whitebeard's lines? "

Wang Er casually threw away the huge wolf claw and wiped the warm blood on Xiao Wu's clothes, which made Xiao Wu roll his eyes.

Wang Er didn't know when he appeared in the battlefield, holding Xiao Wu in one hand and walking leisurely, as if he was out of place in the tragic battlefield.

In a few steps, he walked to Yu Xiaogang, who was still bleeding, and stretched out his fingers to hold down the violent blood.

"Uncle, this man's arteries are spurting blood, he's hopeless."

Xiao Wu didn't understand why, so she reminded Wang Er not to do useless work.

Wang Er stretched out his other hand and pressed his middle finger on Xiao Wu's lips.

"Shh!

Children don't understand and shouldn't talk nonsense. Blood spurting from a large artery is blood spurting from a large artery. Death is death. Don't confuse them with each other. "

The hand pressing Xiao Wu's lips was the same one that had just broken off the wolf claws of Lord Noting, so there was still a smell of blood on the fingers. Xiao Wu moved away in disgust.

"But uncle, the aorta is gushing blood, and it has been gushing for so long. He has lost too much blood, and he must be hopeless."

The stubborn Xiao Wu insisted on his opinion, and Wang Er held down Xiao Wu's head and rubbed it.

"Shut up, what you are saying is just the opinion of ordinary doctors, but your uncle and I even have a fake medical qualification certificate. Of course I am different from those quacks."

Xiao Wu dodged away from Wang Er's palm in disgust, rolling her eyes so hard that her pupils couldn't be seen, and didn't bother to argue with him anymore.

My uncle is fine in everything, but he is not in good spirits and his brain is a little abnormal.

Those doctors are not serious. How can you, a doctor with a forged medical qualification certificate, say that you are serious?

"Don't ignore me!"

Wang Er was about to give treatment, but was ignored all the time. Lord Noting, who had just had a wolf claw broken off, rushed over angrily.

Facing the aggressive Noting City Lord, Xiao Wu nervously prepared to stand up and fight back, but saw Wang Er wave his hand casually, and the angry Noting City Lord was like being hit by a steamroller, and his whole body flew out with blood.

"You're so annoying. We'll talk about it later."

Xiao Wu was right, Yu Xiaogang really only had one breath left, and even a professional doctor like him couldn't bring him back to life.

Time to hurry!

Wang Er looked solemn, and then he grabbed Yu Xiaogang's neck, just under the wound that Tang San had just stabbed with an arrow.

Wang Er grasped the strength just right and stopped the blood spurting with one pinch. Yu Xiaogang also felt suffocated by the pinch, but it was just not fatal.

After squeezing the blood to stop, Wang Er spit some spit on his fingers, and then applied it evenly on Yu Xiaogang's wound. After rubbing it from side to side, it recovered in the blink of an eye and the wound no longer existed.

Yu Xiaogang stopped twitching after stopping the bleeding, but his face was as pale as a piece of paper. It was obvious that he had lost too much blood. Without the next step of treatment, he would still be cold.

The most scientific method is blood transfusion, but Wang Er does not have the tools to test blood types, and Douluo Continent probably does not have any.

There is a ready-made blood bag, and with the burly figure of Lord Noting, it is no problem to fill it up for Yu Xiaogang.

But once heterogeneous blood of different blood types is transfused, it is almost the same as poison, and sudden death will occur on the spot.

Wang Er thought for a while, then stretched out his hand and poked Yu Xiaogang's chest hard, with lightning flashing between his fingers.

After Yu Xiaogang was poked like this, lightning quickly spread all over his body, and his whole body twitched as if he was electrocuted.

Since blood transfusion is not possible, the only option is to forcibly stimulate Yu Xiaogang's heart to make it produce hematopoiesis at high load, thereby bringing Yu Xiaogang back from the brink of death.

Although this method is simple, crude and effective, it also has a trivial side effect.

Overdrawing life, in layman's terms, means forcibly stimulating Yu Xiaogang's cells, allowing him to overdraw his cell potential to speed up hematopoiesis.

Yu Xiaogang's originally only gray temples gradually turned into a head full of white hair, and there were more and more wrinkles on his skin.

In just a few minutes, Yu Xiaogang's complexion turned rosy, and at the same time, a down-and-out middle-aged man in his forties also ended his life span of at least ten years and became a decrepit old man.