Chapter 1393: I want to go home!

Chang Yishan had no intention to shoot.
The action of Kelin’s paintings made him unable to take care of it. At a time, the emotions are out of control, and the sensitive nerves are on the verge.
He never dared to kill Lin Lin.
The power behind Lin Zhuyin is that he never dares to provoke. Even if Justin supported, he could not keep him.
But he must die Xiao Zheng tonight!
Lin Linyin is his only shackle.
Once Lin’s voice was released, his entire plan was completely disrupted. Mu Qingsong may not be able to retain Xiao Zheng.
and so
Various factors got involved, he finally pulled the trigger!
boom!
Watching a bullet spurt out. Chang Yishan’s heart has regrets, but more, it is decided!
just.
What made him extremely shocked. When he pulled the trigger and shot the bullet, the shape of Lin’s voice had changed dramatically.
The trajectory of her journey is so elusive. The muzzle that was originally aimed at her head could not catch her.
Instead, take a shot!
The next moment, Chang Yishan only felt a sharp pain in his wrist. The bones on the spot were misplaced.
He can feel that it is not caused by distance, but a skill. A skillful skill made his wrist dislocated.
But regardless of the process, his right hand can no longer hold the gun. He slammed on the floor.
"Even if I can't beat it, I still have to fight with Xiao Zheng?" Lin Guanyin's eyes are extremely cold. It was a temptation to attack the head of Changyishan.
Dragon hand first type main defense, second type, main attack.
Lin's paintings are not enough, but they are displayed through the dragon's hand. Under one blow, it was actually directly hitting Chang Yishan’s eyelids. It hurts to faint on the spot.
Xiao Zheng Yu Guangjian saw Lin Shengyin successfully stunned Changyi Mountain. The heart of the boulder falls. But this moment, he has been unable to stop Mu Qingsong, who is already approaching.
The only thing that can be done is to go with Mu Qingsong!
Mu Qingsong is not dead, and the security of Lao Lin is still not guaranteed.
Even if he dies, he has to kill a path for Lao Lin!
boom!
boom!
The chest has two palms. It seems that even the three souls of Xiao Zheng are also shocked. For a time, Xiao Zheng's blood was coagulated. There was no blackness in front of me. The air that lingers in the air is also difficult to inhale.
浑 The body sweating over the beans in an instant. For a moment, Xiao Zheng only felt that breathing had stopped. Hands and feet are cold and biting.
The last time I felt this way, I was poked in the center of the hand of God by Soros.
This time, it was twice in the palm of the river by Mu Qingsong.
The heart is like being crushed by boulder. Xiao Zheng wants to spit out a blood to soothe the breath, and it is difficult to do. The internal organs are even more painful. The stinging of the needles also hit the whole body. Put him in endless pain.
but
He must never fall.
Although he knew that he had been seriously injured at the moment, even the possibility of going to the hospital for rescue was negligible. But he can't give up on it.
Lao Lin’s life is still in his own hands.
Mu Qingsong’s last-minute wolf ambition also made him dare not care.
He knows that Mu Qingsong is not dead, and the safety of Lao Lin is absolutely difficult to guarantee.
Mu Qingsong saw Xiao Han’s dark eyes flashing a cold light, and his heart did not come to a panic.
He clearly has two palms in his hand. Even if it is innocent, I am afraid that I am exhausted at this moment, and there is no counterattack. But why do you still fear Xiao Zheng at the moment?
Can't he still play?
At this point, some of the weak Mu Qingsong slipped and quickly retreated.
But he just moved his leg and his left arm was suddenly caught.
Not someone else, it is Xiao Zheng!
The arm seemed to be caught by the iron hoop. Mu Qingsong was in a mess and was about to shoot a hand. The chest was suddenly hit by an iron fist.
Hey!
The ribs broke on the spot. The pain is difficult.
boom!
Mu Qingsong was in a hurry, but also a palm on the head of Xiao Zheng.
The power is amazing. On the way, I broke Xiao Zheng's skin and made her blood flow. Very scary.
Hey!
Another two heavy punches, Xiao Zheng is like a machine without consciousness, just continuously hammering the chest of Mu Qingsong.
On the other hand, Mu Qingsong, after taking the second palm, he has no further power. Actually, he was killed by Xiao Zheng’s fist!
Xiao Zheng’s hand was loose, and his body fell softly on the cold floor. Because the pressure in the body is too large, the mouth is constantly bleeding. The body also maintains a sly posture before death. Miserable.
The punch of a fist has already overdraw the body of Xiao Zheng’s sore eyes. He loosened Mu Qingsong and didn't even have the strength to turn around. Just a mouth full of lips, if the air swims: "Lao Lin, go home..."
Lin Huayin rushed up and clung to Xiao Zheng’s crumbling body. Her face is no longer calm. It’s scary.
"Lao Lin, I haven't eaten dinner yet..." Xiao Zheng no longer has the power, and the strength of the whole body is all pressed on the body of Lin.
"I am doing it for you, what do you want to eat?"
The sound of Lin Lin’s voice trembled and he could not speak properly.
She is holding Xiao Zheng, who is sweating and sends him to the co-driver.
As soon as you step on the gas pedal, you quickly rushed to the nearby hospital.
Xiao Zheng’s situation can’t wait for an ambulance. Must be sent to the emergency room for rescue in the first time.
Just now, Lin’s paintings were clear and she knew that Xiao Zheng’s injuries were multiple. I also know that in order to ensure his own safety, Xiao Zheng did not even care about his life, but also killed Wow Musong.
Suddenly, she hates herself.
Why do you always stand on the commanding heights of morality and criticize Xiao Zheng for killing people?
In the past few years, how much has Xiao Zheng been wronged by his own words? How many risks did you take?
Haven’t experienced it, why do you use it to direct Xiao Zheng’s life?
If he does not kill, he will be killed. Have a choice?
No!
"Lao Lin goes home..." Xiao Zheng was lying on the lowered seat without any strength. The body is involuntarily squatting. His eyes are half-open and half-closed, but there is no brilliance.
He does not want to go to the hospital.
He didn't want to end his life in such a cold place.
He has been alone for a lifetime.
He just wanted to lie in his real home, on the big bed at home, before he died.
Moreover, how unlucky to go to the hospital.
Lao Lin has just experienced a storm, how can he still go to the hospital?
Xiao Zheng still wants to speak, but the blood is as if it is uncontrolled, and it keeps flowing from his nose and mouth. In a flash, he became a blood man.
Lin Huayin slammed on the gas pedal, and the voice was crying: "Azhen! Don't sleep! You won't have anything, nothing will happen!"
Xiao Zheng encouraged his eyes to open his eyes, but he did not even have the strength to make an expression on his face.
He wriggled his arm and seemed to want to hold something...
Lin's painting sounded like a shape, holding Xiao Zheng's cold palm tightly. Crying: "A positive, don't sleep, I am, I will accompany you. Don't sleep..."
"I have been listening to you for so many years." Xiao Zheng's gaze gradually lost its brilliance. The sound is getting smaller and smaller. "Listen to me once?"
"I want to go home…"