Jealous

There is a knife hidden in his arms, no matter how much he wears it, he can still see it.You can imagine the feeling of holding a watermelon knife in your arms. Is it particularly cheating? Walking is awkward, and you need to be careful not to expose what is in your arms and let others Excited to see.

Xue Yang has seen it since his second year of high school. Four years later, these bastards are still so self-motivated.

Hanging Eyes didn't seem to expect Xue Yang to move so fast, he was hit by a stick, the steel pipe hit the knife, and there was a muffled sound through the clothes, Xue Yang's arms were numb from the shock.

Naturally, it is also uncomfortable to hang the eyes, as if the internal organs are about to be displaced.

Bald Mao sternly said: "Xue Yang, you are courting death!"

Immediately, a dozen people rushed forward.

Xue Yang and Bald Mao have had a long history of grudges, even if they hadn't been informed in advance, Xue Yang would easily have conflicts after meeting them, not to mention they were following Xue Yang, this fight was inevitable.

After Xue Yang crippled the hanging eye, he turned his head and went straight to the bald hair, captured the thief and the king, and beat the bald hair to the ground, more or less he would be shocked by the momentum behind him.

The ten or so individuals have different levels, tall, short, fat and thin, some are unscrupulous, and naturally some are timid and slippery.

Xue Yang got short and walked sideways to a tall and strong boy who was rushing towards him. He happened to be face to face with a guy who wanted to sneak attack. The sneak attack turned into a frontal encounter. On the ribs, I don't know if it was broken, but he immediately rolled to the ground with his chest in his arms.

Xue Yang turned his head and kicked someone who was attacking from the back, he did not strike lightly, and he knew where it hurt, he grabbed one and the other, rushed left and right, as if entering no one's land.

Bald Mao saw that a dozen or so people could not restrain Xue Yang, his fur stood on end, and with a flick of his padded jacket, he was about to join the battlefield.

There are many merchants on the bar street, many gray areas, and many bastards.

Before Xue Yang came here, the size of the bald hair was considered a man. When the bastards around here saw him, they would politely call him brother. After Xue Yang came, they made several appointments, but none It wasn't a fiasco, but gradually the hearts of the people dissipated, and the two-year-old boys who followed the booing couldn't make waves, and the parents beat and scolded them to clean up, and the law and order improved by a little bit.

In just a short while, Xue Yang had already knocked four or five down. Seeing Bald Mao pretending to be a wolf with a big tail, Xue Yang wished he could beat Bald Mao into a concussion.

Bald has the same idea.

Frightened by Xue Yang's aura, the rest of them were circling around the periphery for a while, not daring to approach Xue Yang's body.

So Xue Yang and Bald Mao held their breaths and concentrated on hitting each blow as if the king hadn't seen the king.

The accident happened at this time. A grown man with a scar on his face suddenly attacked Xue Yang. He was also fast, and his fists were heavy. With the sound of the wind, he smashed towards Xue Yang's head firmly.

Xue Yang twisted his body violently, turning his head away, but he could only turn his head away, and the punch still hit Xue Yang's shoulder firmly.

Xue Yang seemed to be able to hear the sound of his shoulder blades being misaligned, and his whole body rose into the air, and was directly sent flying.

Being able to fly Xue Yang who is 1.8 meters tall, one can imagine how powerful it is.

Although Xue Yang adjusted his posture immediately so that he would not be hit twice when he landed, he had to roll on the ground several times before he could support his body.

There is only one word, pain, heart-wrenching pain.

Scarface nodded at Bald Hair: "Good job."

Bald Mao swallowed, and stood aside stiffly.

This scarred face is from the north side of the city, and he is really a gangster. He still remembers the understatement when this person found him in the afternoon and asked him to find a way to surround Xue Yang, as if human life was worthless.

Bald didn't dare to offend him at all.

Xue Yang didn't know this person, so he forced himself to stand firm: "You..."

The man with the scar went up and kicked Xue Yang directly in the stomach.

Xue Yang's shoulder was injured, he knew that the probability of avoiding it was not high, so he quickly protected his vitals, hugged himself into a ball, and took the kick abruptly,

The pain was still there, and the forearm bone seemed to be broken. Xue Yang curled up on the ground.

With a mocking smile on Scar's face, he pointed at Xue Yang and said to the bald man, "Aren't you usually bullied by him? Go fight now, he doesn't have the strength to fight back."

Bald immediately swallowed again.

He always felt that this scarred face was not a bad intention, if so many people and that idiot beat Xue Yang to death, none of them would be able to escape.

"Go, don't you want to feel proud?" Scarface patted the bald shoulder, grinning with white teeth.

The bald man's nervous palms were sweaty.

He fought with Xue Yang, and there were a group of ten or so people who fought with Xue Yang, all of which were different from the scar-faced fight against Xue Yang.

They may have fought for face, for the sake of a quarrel, but this man wanted Xue Yang's life, and he wanted to kill someone with a knife.

Bald is not stupid, he stammered: "He...he..."

"What? Don't you dare?" Dao Scar's face was agitated, "Look at how promising you are."

He walked over to Xue Yang with his bald hair, and stepped on Xue Yang's head: "Don't you hate him very much? I heard that you have been beaten by him several times. If you don't take revenge now, just wait for him." Come back to take revenge on you?"

The bald hair said in his heart that it is better than you killing people and pulling your back.

Scarface saw the bald hair's hesitation, and his complexion sank: "What? How shameless? Your Brother Tao will personally seek justice for you, and you dare not even move your hands?"

The bald face turned pale, and the scar-faced hands clamped deeply on his arm, the skin was pinched and bulged, and the blood was blocked in an instant.

"Brother Tao... I... hurt..."

Scarface exerted force on his feet, Xue Yang's face was worn away by the sand and stones on the ground, and there were spots of blood on the ground.

"Brother Tao, I'm not happy!"

"Let him go!"

A gloomy and furious voice sounded together, shaking Bald Hair's ears almost deaf.

Scarface really didn't expect someone to disturb the situation, so he turned his head and took a closer look: "Hey, which good student has come to see justice..."

Lin Heng clenched his fists and walked into the ruins with a gloomy face. The beige sweater was incompatible with the ruins.

Xue Yang's head was stepped on and he struggled hard. He wanted Lin Heng to leave quickly. The man with the scar was obviously coming for him, so he didn't want to involve Lin Heng.

Lin Heng watched Xue Yang struggling on the ground, but he just couldn't get up, his eyes were red, and the blood in his body was rushing, screaming.

He said in a deep voice again: "Let go of him, you will just gather together to fight, if..."

Dao Scar's face was about to smile, and he stepped on Xue Yang's head and crushed it: "Is it intentional killing if you don't let him go?"

Lin Heng was so dumbstruck that he wanted to kill someone for the first time in 18 years.

Scarface didn't pay attention to Lin Heng at all, and wanted to say a few more words: "Guess, how many seconds will it take for me to trample him to death?"

Probably everyone is like this. When they have the upper hand, they like to be aggressive, otherwise they will appear as if they are not aggressive.

As soon as Scarface finished speaking, Lin Heng had already killed him.

Lin Heng grew up in elementary school martial arts, this word is an imported word, and it began to evolve in China, such as taekwondo, karate, there are many, anyway, it finally comes down to one word martial arts, but what kind of Tao it corresponds to depends on who you learn from up.

What Lin Heng learned was actually Sanda.

The orthodox way, I learned from the champion of Sanda, and I also minored in the Zen of Buddhism, saying that it is easy to calm the mind with Zen, and it is not easy to go crazy...

The above are all handed down by Lin Heng's grandfather, Mr. Hu.

Scarface was forced back by Lin Heng's kick at the door. He reacted extremely quickly and wanted to grab Lin Heng's ankle. Who knew that Lin Heng's reaction was faster than him. He turned his ankle and kicked horizontally. After barely dodging , Lin Heng's fist has already grazed his temple.

Every move, with the momentum of a storm, is not saving people at all, but is determined to kill him.

It's the first time that Scarface has been forced into this position for so long. The point is that there is no chance to counterattack.

Lin Heng really wanted to kill him. He had never hated anyone so much. Not only did he want to kill this scarred face, he wanted to kill everyone here, as well as Xue Yang's father, who wanted to kill Xue Yang. that person.

He was like an erupting volcano, unable to control the outflow of magma at all, he just wanted to vent his hatred and dissatisfaction and the pain he felt seeing Xue Yang curled up on the ground.

The man with the scar has never been so wronged before. When Lin Heng's fist brushed his eye socket again, he suddenly let out a loud shout, and pushed Lin Heng's arm away with both hands: "I've had enough..."

In the next second, Lin Heng kicked his chin firmly, solidly.

The originally unattractive facial features were directly dislocated, blood scum spewed out of the mouth, and physiological tears burst out involuntarily.

But Lin Heng didn't stop.

The so-called combination of punches and kicks has been vividly interpreted.

Scarface, KO.

Bald Mao had already raised the flag and surrendered when Lin Heng turned to him with bare eyes: "I... I was forced... I delayed the time..."

He kicked Xue Yang in a panic, "Look, he's not dead."

Then you're even more damned.

Lin Heng roared inwardly, walking towards Bald Mao step by step, and the rest of the dozen or so people had already scattered.

Bald doesn't even have anyone to call for help.

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"Lin Heng..."

"Hengheng..."

"I'm in pain, can you help me take a look?"

One call after another, the voice was thin, weak, but very penetrating.

Lin Heng was like a dream. He was swinging his arms and legs tirelessly to practice martial arts. Grandpa was very strict. If he didn't do this set of movements [-] times, he would have to memorize those boring scriptures.

Lin Heng didn't want to practice martial arts or recite scriptures, but he couldn't find other toys either.

Because my mother is not in good health and cannot make noise, and because my father has to work and take care of his mother, he has to find his own way to pass the time.

Life seems so boring, he is tired from practicing martial arts and chanting scriptures, but if he does not practice martial arts and chant scriptures, he seems to have nothing to do.

"It hurts, come and help me, okay?"

It's rare to have other things to do, so go and have a look.

Lin Heng's consciousness finally returned to its place.

Xue Yang dragged his arms, endured the pain, and poked his head into Lin Heng's chest: "Lin Heng, stop, he's going to be beaten to death by you."

Lin Heng's body shook, and he stopped subconsciously. The north wind was blowing on the abandoned construction site, making him feel bitingly cold.

"Heng Heng, Lin Heng?" Seeing Lin Heng in a daze, Xue Yang hurriedly called him for fear that Lin Heng would go crazy again, "I'm fine, my shoulders and arms hurt...it hurts..."

As soon as he heard that Xue Yang was in pain, Lin Heng immediately hugged Xue Yang and used his body heat to help Xue Yang drive away the cold.

Fortunately, fortunately, people are still alive.

Lin Heng couldn't express his worries, and he couldn't express his thoughts. He felt a breath stuck in his chest right now.

He wanted to scold Xue Yang for being reluctant to find trouble; he wanted to beat up the person who hurt Xue Yang, but the culprit had already been laid out on the ground; he breathed in more air and released less air; past.

Feelings of powerlessness and frustration tormented endlessly in Lin Heng's mind.

When tears fell on Xue Yang's face, Xue Yang panicked.

He tried his best to get up and hugged Lin Heng with one hand: "Don't cry...don't cry, I'm really fine, just go to the hospital and get a splint and I'll be fine. Don't you want to study medicine in the future? Come and help me with it, don't cry ..."

Lin Heng said in a muffled voice, "Okay, I'll help you."

Xue Yang didn't care about the pain, nodded repeatedly, and had to seize the time to offer the treasure: "Yeah, I just bought an electric warmer, and I hid it well. From now on, you will have to carry me, and I won't be able to move."

Lin Heng didn't expect that he was still thinking about this matter, and said in a hoarse voice: "Xue Yang, you idiot."

"Hey... hey... hiss... it hurts so much!" Xue Yang smirked, not expecting to affect the wound, and immediately took a deep breath.

After going to the hospital for examination, Xue Yang's shoulder blade was cracked, his left arm was fractured, his soft tissue was contused in many places, and his handsome face was also disfigured.

Compared with him, the scarface and bald hair were beaten more severely. The scarface suffered a comminuted fracture of the jaw joint, the right knee fractured, and both the left and right forearms suffered comminuted fractures.

Bald Mao wisely chose to be a tortoise, so the soft tissue on the back was mainly contused, and the one with two arms was swollen. It looked dangerous, but in fact the injury was the lightest.

Xue Dong led the police in a hurry, and when they arrived, it was still the end.

With a scarred face, he couldn't write with his hands, and his mouth couldn't speak fluently, so he was fluent in identifying Xu Jingneng.

But Xu Jingneng just wanted to kill him just to give Xue Yang a good look, at most it was an intentional injury.

Xue Dong was already furious, pressing down on the finance minister and the legal minister, plus everyone in the company worked overtime, he wanted to send Xu Jingneng in, and he would be a useless person in this life.

Xu Jingrui was in a state of panic all day long, and carried Xue Lian to give Xue Yang all kinds of supplements every day. She couldn't guess what Xue Dong would do to her now. They were originally at odds with each other, and Xu Jing was able to do such a thing. Well, even if Xu Jingrui is pretending to be pitiful and showing loyalty, others will only think that she is fake kindness.

Xue Yang lived in the courtyard for three days, went home to recuperate with a splint on his arm, and the air conditioner was turned on all day in the apartment, so it was quite warm.

Xue Yang was half lying on the bed drowsy, having been injured for a hundred days, now he was worried that his flight was over, and he was not in the mood to study.

Lin Heng stroked his brows and eyes: "As long as you are okay, there is still the college entrance examination anyway, if you can't fly an airplane, as you said, it would be good to build an airplane."

Xue Yang said listlessly: "I used to think that if I become a pilot in the future, I will take you all over the world if you fly all over the world. Thinking about it, it will be very beautiful."

"Being a pilot is also contributing to the country, you can't carry me."

It makes sense, but Xue Yang was even more frustrated: "Isn't that possible? Now there is no possibility at all."

Lin Heng said helplessly: "Then, when you are well, you can ride me on a small electric donkey."

"How can I do that, what a price drop."

Lin Heng gave him a choke, stunned for a moment, and said in a discussing tone: "Why don't you make more money and buy a private jet?"

He was just joking like that, but Xue Yang was still excited: "That's a good idea!"

What a fart, you know how to talk.

Lin Heng pinched Xue Yang's cheeks, feeling sweet in his heart, and he didn't know why he fell on this thing.