The counterattack career of the magic stick

The cold moonlight sprinkled a layer of silvery frost, exposing the messy and quiet alleys among the old-fashioned dilapidated buildings to the silvery vision, a little desolate and a little bleak.

The garbage dumps at the corners of the alleys were full of filthy debris, exuding a stench, attracting fly creatures to hover and linger here.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, there was no one around the alley, and occasionally pedestrians passed by, and they all hurried away with their mouths and noses covered and their brows frowning.

At this time, a stumbling figure appeared at an intersection on the left side of the alley. He looked around in panic, his pale face could be clearly seen under the moonlight, it was a little thorn.

Seeing that there was no one around, the little spiky head walked out of the intersection shyly, his body in single clothes shivering in the middle of the night, he didn't dare to stop for a moment, and ran towards the avenue outside the alley.

At this time, there was a faint sound of footsteps and shouts at the intersection.

"Quick, hurry up and chase him, don't let him run away!"

"Chase--!"

Hearing the voice coming from behind, the little stab head paused slightly, then quickened his pace, raised his eyes, and saw a telephone booth opposite the intersection of the alley, a joy flashed in the little stab head's eyes, and immediately ran towards the phone booth.

He has only one thought now, to call Yao Yan and his master.Now that he has fallen into this field, he dare not trust anyone, except the master who has given him unreserved trust and affection.

With this thought in his mind, the little spiky head trembled towards the phone booth.At the same time, several figures chased out from the alley. After they came out from the alley, they looked around for the figure of the little thorn.They couldn't find it everywhere, and the leader's face was gloomy.

"He ran out from here just now, he must be near here, search for me, you must find him for me! Little bastard, I will break his legs if I catch him!"

After the man finished speaking, the rest of the people scattered and searched for the figure of the little thorn.

At this time, Little Thorny had already hid in the telephone booth, and saw the group of people searching for him through the transparent glass in the middle. Little Thorny turned pale, and hurriedly pulled out the last few coins from his pocket, took Taking one out and stuffing it into the deposit hole, recalling Yao Yan's cell phone number that he had memorized carefully, the little prickly head tremblingly stretched out his hand, and pressed the number keys one by one.

After a long while of silence, amidst the anxiety and anticipation of the little thorn, the phone was connected, and a long-lost familiar voice came.

"Hello, who is it?"

Hearing the long-lost voice, at this moment, the strong will that the little stab had been pretending to collapse, he trembled and said incoherently, "Master...Master..."

On the phone, Yao Yan's voice was very surprised, and there was a hint of anger, "Little thorn...is that you? Why the fuck do you want to call me now? Where did you die? I don't know when you go back Say hello to your master? Don't you know how much I miss you?"

Hearing Yao Yan's angry scolding, the little thorn wanted to cry inexplicably, and the master's scolding, at this moment, sounded so kind, as if the master was by his side, warm enough to touch.

The little prickly head thinks about time and stops at this moment, but the danger outside is approaching. Seeing the figure approaching the telephone booth through the glass opening, the little prickly head is pale, and he can't help calling for help on the phone, "Master... help I...you come and save me...Master..."

"Little thorn, what's wrong with you? What do you mean? How can I save you?" Yao Yan's voice was very anxious on the phone.

At this moment, the person who was looking for looked towards the phone booth inadvertently, and just saw the small thorn head through the transparent glass in the middle, his face sank instantly, and he pointed at the phone booth to the people who were looking for him and shouted loudly, " Look, there he is!"

After hearing that, those people ran towards the telephone booth at the same time, all of them had fierce and unfriendly expressions.

Hearing the voices outside, the little prickly head trembled slightly, turned his head tremblingly, and saw the figures gathering towards the telephone booth outside, his uneasy heart sank to the bottom of the valley in an instant.

He is delusional after all!

Even if the call is made, what is the use?It is impossible for his master to appear next to him and help him get out of here.The call he made would not only fail to save him, but would also make Yao Yan worry about him in vain.

He has always been Yao Yan's burden, does he have to be Yao Yan again now?Forget it, let's take it as a farewell, maybe in this life, he will never have the chance to hear his master's last voice again.

After thinking about it, the little stabbing head suddenly became enlightened.He laughed at himself, supported his trembling figure, and slowly opened the door of the phone booth.

The worst result is nothing more than death. If he is not even afraid of death, what else can he fear?

Outside the phone booth, a group of people had already gathered around, all of them staring at the little thorn with fierce expressions.

"Hehe, brat, are you willing to come out? Why don't you run? You are running for me!" One of them said viciously, and suddenly stepped forward and kicked the little thorn head hard, kicking him to the ground .Then he leaned over and picked him up like a chicken, and dragged him into the depths of the alley.

Ten minutes later, in a dilapidated warehouse.

After being brought in by this group of people, the little thorn head was directly thrown on the ground. The person who grabbed him had a gloomy expression and kicked him hard. Seeing this, the others also kicked him up.Seven or eight adult men surrounded the little thorn, and kicked the little thorn with the most vicious force. They vented their anger wildly and wantonly.

"Let you fucking run away for me, I will let you have a good taste of running away today!"

The little thorn head hugged his head and curled up on the cold ground, letting the countless vicious and dirty footprints kick on his body and trample on his heart.From beginning to end, he was silent.

These people were gradually kicked out of their anger. Seeing that the little thorn was gritting his teeth and refused to make a sound, the leading man burst into anger, "What, now you are playing a hero for me? You should keep running!" Seeing an arm-thick iron rod in the corner of the warehouse, his eyes turned red, and he immediately picked up the iron rod and brought it over.

When the others saw it, they backed away.At this time, the man walked in front of the little thorn with the iron rod, and slammed the rod at his legs.

"Ah!" The little prickly hair let out a scream.The iron rod was facing his left leg, and he clearly felt severe pain and the sound of bones cracking from his left leg. It was a pain that almost split his soul, and the pain penetrated into his heart and bones.

"Now I'm finally willing to speak up! I told you that if you dare to run again, I will break your leg!" The man said fiercely, picked up the iron rod and slammed it down on the little thorn's leg. a stick.

The little prickly head let out another scream. Under the painful sensory stimulation, his thin body couldn't hold it up, and he fainted in the blink of an eye.

The man was still beating his legs violently with an iron rod.

At this time, a person found that the little thorn hadn't moved, and said, "Boss, don't beat him, he will die if you keep beating him. It's not good to kill people here, let's take him back and clean up." !"

The man stopped his movements, threw the iron rod aside, raised his foot and kicked the little prickly head that had been exhaling more air than inhaling, and spat at him. "People who are going to die, why do you take them back? You pay for the medical expenses?" The man rolled his eyes at him, and the man glanced at the unconscious little thorn. "Since he refuses to pick up the guests, it would be a waste to bring him back. Let him fend for himself here! Let's go!"

After finishing speaking, the man walked away, and the rest of them looked around, feeling a little uneasy, and finally followed the man.

A moment later, in this dark and dilapidated warehouse, there was only the little thorn lying in the corner, whose thin body was like a broken doll, miserable and desolate.

After an unknown amount of time, the sky outside gradually brightened. When the sun's rays shone through the broken window on the iron rod that was thrown in the corner, the door of the warehouse was opened.

Luo Ming led a group of people to the warehouse door, and a short man beside him said flatteringly, "Mr. Luo, my subordinates have seen the person you are looking for appear here. Let's go in and have a look?"

Luo Ming cast a glance at him, and strode in with long legs.A group of people followed behind.

After a few steps into the warehouse, a sharp-eyed man spotted the unconscious figure of Little Thorn lying in the corner, and quickly pointed in the direction and said, "Look, there!"

Everyone looked over, and the short man immediately shouted, "It's really here! Mr. Luo, look!"

Before he could finish speaking, Luo Ming had already seen the little thorn.Looking at the unconscious little spiky head, Luo Ming frowned.He promised Li Ke that he would bring this person back intact, but he didn't look like he was half-dead now.

Luo Ming frowned, walked up to the little thorn head, took a look at the messy and stained little thorn head, and found that his left leg was bent unnaturally, which had obviously been interrupted by someone, and his face immediately turned pale. Shen.

"Boss Ma, since you said this is your territory and my people were beaten, shouldn't you give an explanation? I'll give you three days to find the person who injured him and give me a satisfactory explanation. !"

The short man nodded hastily, "Sure! Mr. Luo, don't be angry, I will give Mr. Luo an explanation!"

At this time, perhaps the voice disturbed the little thorn, and the little thorn lying on the ground let out a slight, painful whine, and then slowly opened his eyes.

With just one glance, he saw a tall, straight figure, and then, a familiar face, a face that he had missed all this time but could never meet again.

"Master... Master..."

It's you, you're here!It's great, before I die, I can see you again, Master, even if I die, I will rest in peace!

With such a mood in mind, the little stab head took a deep look at the figure in front of him. That look was full of expectation, trust, satisfaction, nostalgia, and a deep sense of reluctance.That glance seemed to freeze time, shatter the sky, and condense eternity. It was full of despair and hope, and then, under Luo Ming's astonished eyes, he slowly closed his eyes.

The little prickly head was obviously in pain, but with his eyes closed, there was a faint smile on his face from the bottom of his heart.

Luo Ming stared at the little prickly head who had closed his eyes, his startled eyes narrowed and became deep.He raised his hand and touched his heart, thinking of the palpitations caused by the violent beating of the heart at that moment, his heart couldn't help trembling slightly.

What kind of person is this person, and why does he have such a look in his eyes?Why, it actually made his heartbeat, which had never been accelerated by others, speed up at that moment?

why? !

Luo Ming's gaze was fixed on the little thorn, and after a while, he remembered that the man in front of him was unconscious.

He quickly bent over and picked him up horizontally, and shouted to the people next to him, "What are you doing in a daze, why don't you hurry up and call an ambulance!"

After speaking, he hugged the little thorn and hurried towards the warehouse door.