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On the outskirts of Beifu City, a secluded alley.

Ding Huanliang walked forward with difficulty, and blood dripped from his feet from time to time. It was not his blood, but He Feifan's. He carried him on his back and had been walking for more than four hours.

After the Vine Hook's controller cabin was pierced by Zhuyeliang, its maneuverability and protection functions were greatly reduced. In the subsequent melee, it withstood two relatively large attacks, one was the neutron field of the black dice, and the other was the red spell The bullets rained down, and the hatch slid inward, breaking three of He Feifan's ribs.

There were two bullet holes in the right leg, penetrating wounds, and blood flowed from there.

"Hmm..." The sun was shining brightly above his head, shaking his eyes so much that he couldn't open his eyes, He Feifan looked at the person below him in a daze, "Who?"

"Are you awake?" Ding Huanliang didn't look back, he didn't have the strength to look back.

He Feifan rubbed his face, took a deep breath, and felt a dull pain in his chest: "Where's the flower vine hook?"

"No more." Ding Huanliang said.

No more?He Feifan struggled to get off the ground: "There is something wrong with you! What do we have without the bones? Money, younger brother, and status are all brought to us by the bones!"

Ding Huanliang put him down and said coldly, "Do you want status or life?"

He Feifan couldn't stand without him at all, and sat down on the ground, clutching his chest in embarrassment.

Ding Huanliang wiped off his sweat and looked at the long road: "I don't know how far we have to go to reach the next stronghold of the dyeing society."

"You saved me?" He Feifei asked.

He could imagine that he was injured and unconscious, and Ding Huanliang pulled him out of the driver's cabin and ran for his life with his back on his back. This kid can walk by himself, and he doesn't need to carry such a burden like himself.

"I'm not that kind." Ding Huanliang also sat down, frowning and rubbing his convulsed legs, "The area around here should still be the site of the Beifu Hall. I will bring you so that I can worship the temple gate."

Those frowning brows are as beautiful as cicada wings.

He Feifan stared at him, then turned his eyes away: "Out of the urban area, it is no longer the territory of Beifutang. The hall master is using austerity strategy, and no worthless areas will be abandoned."

Ding Huanliang stopped rubbing his legs: "Damn, you'd better be able to walk quickly, and I can't carry it for another four hours."

He Feifan smiled: "You never thought of leaving me behind?"

Ding Huanliang turned his head away by standing up: "In Beifutang, you didn't leave me behind either."

At that time, the flower vine hook carried him on his back and led him to fight fiercely on the battlefield.

He Feifei didn't speak.

"Okay, go on," Ding Huanliang pulled him up by his arms, heaved a sigh of relief, and walked forward, "In the current situation, the farther away from Beifu the better."

He Feifei turned his head and saw a peaceful rural scenery. He couldn't see any cities or wars. "Beifu belongs to Jialantang?" He couldn't believe it.

"Before Dyeshe became the hegemony, it was just a fourth-level church under the Lion Hall," Ding Huanliang said, "Heroes don't ask where they come from."

He Feifan became quiet, maybe he was accepting his fate, maybe he was thinking about a new way out, after a while, he asked, "What do you like?"

"what?"

"Things you like, things you want, like money, bones, or women..."

"Zongzi." Ding Huanliang blurted out.

He Feifan didn't expect it.

"I haven't eaten it for many years." Ding Huanliang's tone was rare and soft. "When I was a child, I made it at home every summer. I didn't think it was delicious at the time, but now I really want it."

He Feifan could hear the sadness in his words: "Fuck, my mother has never eaten zongzi. When I was young, my family was poor, with a lot of brothers and sisters, and I couldn't get enough to eat." After a pause, he sighed, "I messed up No, they're gone."

Who has not passed, and whose story is told is embarrassing.

They staggered against the bright spring sun, Ding Huanliang took a step and panted, He Feifei covered him with his hand from the sun, and after more than an hour, a few young people came over from the other side of the road.

Eighteen or nineteen, with tattered clothes, like a kid messing around.

They chewed the grass stalks and spread out into a fan, surrounding the two of them.

"Hey, where did you come from!" asked one.

The other said: "It's in the city, there was a war in the city last night, it was so noisy."

"It's bleeding," another one came up directly, grabbed He Feifan's head, and poked his access hole for fun, "Here, the controller."

He Feifan had never been so humiliated before, and glared at them viciously.

"Yo yo yo, this look," the boy with freckles on his face was the leader, pushed the younger brother away, and gave him a slap, "what do you look at, the one with bones is called the master, where are your bones?"

He Feifan gritted his teeth, his face was hot.

"You don't have any bones, you're an awesome fart," the leader patted his red and swollen face, "I can teach you a lesson when you meet us little fellows!"

Huluo Pingyang was bullied by dogs, He Feifan endured it.

"What's the matter, is it big brother?" The leader grabbed his collar and looked at the jacquard on his shirt, "I've been beaten like this, so I'm ashamed to ask my younger brother to carry it, come here, come down!"

They dragged him down, dragged him to the ground, and kicked him one by one. Ding Huanliang remained silent, shrank aside wisely.

The boss went to look at him again, pinched and tugged, and then lifted his chin: "Hey, this one is good, it's thin and tender!"

The younger brothers left He Feifan behind, huffed and surrounded him, and roughly pulled his hair.

"Hey," the boss fumbled at him, "you ran out, did you bring any money, and you can eat."

Ding Huanliang shook his head.

"Fuck, dumb."

"Hey, it's okay to be dumb," said the younger brother, "I can't bark."

The boss pushed him: "I like to be able to bark."

"Mute," he pinched Ding Huanliang's throat, "You either have to take out the money now, or..." He looked at the grove ahead, "Come with us."

He Feifan wiped the blood from his mouth, picked up stones and beat them: "I'm from the Qingshan team of Beifutang, and I didn't bring any money when I came out to do errands. You can't do without you when I come back!"

"Brother, the Qingshan group..." The bastards discussed, "We can't afford to provoke you, right?"

"Fuck, he said that the Qingshan team is the Qingshan team. If it was like that last night, the Qingshan team might be gone!"

"That is, today's duck is eaten today, who knows if it will survive tomorrow!"

As they said that, they pushed Ding Huanliang to the grove. He Feifei held his breath, stood up enduring the severe pain, and chased after him while turning his head. Ding Huanliang turned his head, but waved his hands behind his back.

He Feifan stopped there, staring straight for a long time. When Ding Huanliang followed them into the woods and disappeared, he roared angrily and sat slumped on the side of the road.

Time passed by, and he couldn't help looking into the woods. Five people, no one with a name, he clenched his hands tightly, and Ding Huanliang, a royal, the boss of Shenyang No. 88, who lived at home when he was a child They eat zongzi, they are as beautiful as glass beads, you can even frown...

Ding Huanliang came out, and there was only one person. He was holding a branch with blood on the tip, and he threw it halfway.

He Feifan stared at him without blinking.

Ding Huanliang spat on the ground, wiped his mouth vigorously while spitting, and saw He Feifei looking at him from a distance, stopped spitting, and walked over as if nothing had happened.

"Let's go." He lowered his head, and the sun shone on his light hair, making it transparent.

He Feifan looked up at him, didn't know what to say, so he could only say, "Take a break."

Ding Huanliang thought for a while and sat down next to him.

His chin was very red, and he had been pinched severely. "Five people," He Feifei looked at the horizon, "How did you do it?"

"I have my own method," Ding Huanliang moved his tongue in his mouth, "This kind of thing turns out to be commonplace."

He Feifei felt uncomfortable, but he couldn't express it. A man, a big brother who deserved his name, couldn't show too much sympathy and concern. That would make him appear weak.

"Do you... need water?"

"Can you be quiet for a while?" Ding Huanliang thought he was annoying, "I'm tired, I don't want to talk."

He spoke very directly, to the point where He Feifan felt like an idiot secretly, he was furious, but there was nothing he could do, and he kept silent.

After sitting like this for more than ten minutes, Ding Huanliang carried him on his back again. The sun rose to the top of the zenith and the earth was warm. They abandoned the small road and walked on the road with passing cars. It's much better to get killed by nobody.

"In Dalan..." He Feifan suddenly asked, "For you...is it the same?"

He was referring to the night on the Jiguocheonwang.

"You and those bastards?" Ding Huanliang thought for a while: "It's the same, but after some things, it's different."

"For example, if I carry your back, you carry me?"

"For example, you are useful."

He Feifei laughed: "Even if you are tired like this?"

"Heh!" Ding Huanliang also laughed, "He Feifei, please understand that I am a person who does whatever it takes to achieve my goals. People like us have much stronger endurance and belief than a gentleman."

"That's just right," He Feifei leaned close to him, touching his ears with his lips, "I am also this kind of person."

Ding Huanliang shuddered, the fishy smell in his mouth suddenly became unbearable, he put He Feifan down, and said in a muffled voice, "I'll go find water, I'll be right back."

He Feifan watched him walk towards the wasteland on the other side of the road. It didn't look like there was water at all. This kind of excuse couldn't be more clichéd, he just wanted to throw him down.

That's right, there is no Beifutang stronghold nearby, a waste that can't even stand up, if he was Ding Huanliang, he would have thrown himself away.Dan Ding Huanliang walked with him on his back for six hours, exhausting his benevolence.

He Feifan stood up with his chest propped up, looking at the endless concrete road, the midday air was steaming, and he had hallucinations.

Dimly, a convoy of a dyeing company, two pairs of armed vehicles lead the way, escorting a black car with a lotus flag flying on the front of the car, at least the rank of the hall master.

He looked at the mirage intoxicated, imagining that one day it would be himself sitting in it.

Creaking, the convoy stopped in front of him, the co-pilot's door of the car popped open, the window glass of the rear seat was lowered, and a majestic and cold voice said: "He Feifan, get in the car."

He froze there, not moving.

An expressionless face poked out from the window of the back seat. It was eerie and somewhat familiar. It was Si Jie, the president of the northern branch, whom I had seen every year at the symposium in the Spring Festival club.

He Feifei moved his mouth, but was too surprised to utter a word.

"Why, let me come down to invite you?"

He Feifei quickly shook his head, limped around to the side of the car, and when he was about to get in the car, he couldn't help but look to the other side of the road. Ding Huanliang hadn't come back yet, no, he wouldn't be back, but there was an impulse in his heart, wanting to The branch manager said that he had a companion and hoped to wait.

ridiculous.He Feifan dismissed this idea, why would he wait for someone who abandoned him, and why would the branch manager waste time on a team leader's request.He strode into the car with difficulty and sat down enduring the pain.

"What's the situation in Beifu?" Si Jie asked.

"It's lost," He Feifan reported, "It's now under the control of Jialantang."

Si Jie gestured towards the driver: "Go to Jianzhou, and I will treat your injuries."

Jianzhou is a small town in the south of Beifu. After driving for more than an hour, the convoy slowly turned around and returned along the way.

"Branch, why did you come to Beifu?" He Feifei asked.

"It's such a big deal, I won't come back?"

He Feifan was surprised. The battle of Beifu started last night, and Si Jie has just arrived, which means that he got the news immediately: "Your family..."

Si Jie raised his hand. Needless to say, He Feifan looked out the window and caught a glimpse of a running figure in the rearview mirror. He was the only one on such a long road, holding something in his hand.

A dirty old plastic bottle with water in it.

He Feifei quickly patted the window: "Stop! Stop!"

Then, he pushed open the car door, the car hadn't stopped yet, Si Jie followed his line of sight and looked back: "What cadre?"

They are not any cadres.He Feifei clutched his wound and got out of the car. 500 meters away, Ding Huanliang couldn't run anymore. He first leaned on his knees, then lost his strength and knelt down, lying on the road.

He carried a grown male for six hours.

He Feifan dragged his injured leg and walked towards him.

——Without a gun or a knife, he solved five by himself.

Sweat poured out like rain, and blood gushed out, He Feifei groaned, his cheeks stiffened.

——He also went to find water, who was the water in the bottle for?Who else can I give it to?

Ding Huanliang raised his head and said weakly, "Fuck your mother, leave me behind."

He Feifei smiled, unruly and radiant: "I thought you threw me."

Ding Huanliang reached out to him: "Help me."

He Feifan screamed and pulled him up, and walked towards the convoy with his arms crossed. No one came down from the northern branch to help him: "Just watch," he said, "Sooner or later, I will make a career out of it. I lift my shoes!"

"Count me in." Ding Huanliang was still holding the bottle.

He Feifan knocked down the bottle: "No more," he shouted, "From now on, what's mine will be yours. Let's drink the best wine and have the best girls!"

Ding Huanliang's eyes were cold: "Who is in the car?"

"The president of the northern branch, Si Jie," He Feifei said in a low voice, "take him up, and we will climb up."

Ding Huanliang went to the co-pilot, He Feifei went to the back seat, the car had communication equipment, Si Jie seemed to have just made a phone call, and waved his hand to drive: "Reliable information, Jialantang is going to Taitu."

"Too smudged?" He Feifan and Ding Huanliang were surprised, "What are they doing there?"

"No matter what they want to do," Si Jie shook his watch lightly, "They can't pass Yaoguan."