Chapter 1843: Love buried in time (61)

Jing Rong was relieved for a while, but his thoughts had become increasingly blurred. The cloth strips on the eyes should have just been brutally beaten by the other party, and slipped down an inch, and there was a faint light in the corners of the eyes.
He opened his eyes hard to see the wrongdoers, but the next moment, blood flowed into his eyes, and his eyes hurt hot and hot. There was blood in front of him, and all the figures were blurred. He gasped heavily and had to close his eyes again.
"It doesn't look like it was sent by a gentleman. Many people came." Someone returned.
"Fuck! Whoever comes, kill one by one! Kill a group by one! Take a gun!" The head drank a drink, and the next moment, Jing Rong heard a disorderly footsteps. And whistling outside, the closer the car sounds.

A convoy of vehicles appeared in the mighty morning sun.
The first beautiful man to jump off the car showed Morin cold and cruel on his face, so that the morning dawn all morning showed a desolate color.
At first, the headed man was still arrogant, but when he saw Wen Yanzhi now, and then looked at him at the moment, his legs shook.
The look was so fierce as if to peel their skin alive.
"Boss, how could it be Mr. Wen?" Wen Yanzhi is a well-known person in business and government.
Legend has it that the commercial kingdoms under the vice president's hands were taken care of by himself. The famous night owls on the dark roads, the military tycoon Tang Family's three young tangs, and he also deal with him. If he wants to pinch someone, it's like pinching an ant.
But why is he here today?
Did it come to find what Mr. wanted?
"Master Wen, I didn't expect you to come here. You are so busy, why are you free ..."
"'Bang--'" There was a bang, and before he finished speaking, he was shot in the knee. The other party fell to the ground with a bang. Wen Yan's expression was so cold as death came, he walked over step by step, and the chill of his body was shaking the teeth. He stood in front of the man, his muzzle blocked on the man's forehead, "You and his mother are tired, aren't they? Even my people dare to move?"
When the man heard Wen Yanzhi's words, his heart was cold, and his forehead was sweating coldly.
"Master Wen, I ... I'm blind! I never knew that smelly boy ... No, that child has something to do with you."
"What about others?" Wen Yanzhi's voice was low.
His questioning made the man kneel on the ground and did not dare to speak. Wen Yan stared, his gun tightened. The others on the side were so scared that they knelt down with ‘噗通’, "Master Wen, show mercy!"
Wen Yanzhi suddenly had an unknown hunch. He was so angry that he kicked his leg on the man's shoulder and kicked him down. He turned around and ordered the people who followed him to "watch them all. Whoever dares to move, give me a shot!"
"Yes." Everyone agreed.
"Master Wen, Jing Rong is here!" The solemn cold voice sounded in the empty room.
Wen Yanzhi ignored the people outside and rushed into the abandoned building. The picture inside made him startled-the clean boy was falling to the ground in a horrible state at this moment. He wore only a white shirt, which was soaked and stuck to his body. The white shirt was red with blood. There is also a pool of blood on the ground.
His thin body shuddered, and his original white face was now showing the terrible Wu Qing. His hands and feet were tied. I don't know if it was too cold or he was hurt too much. His limbs were completely stiff enough to move.
What kind of scene has Wen Yanzhi never seen? But in this scene, his head was congested, his eyes were shocking, and bloodshots appeared in his eyes.
Solemn is also a man who is accustomed to life and death, but this brutal scene still makes him intolerable. These gangsters can put such a heavy hand on a child!
He glanced at Wen Yan and turned and walked out.
Wen Yanzhi breathed heavily, his long arms crossed, blocking the solemnity.
"Master Wen, let me kill them!"
"No, keep it, let me do it myself!" Every word of Wen Yanzhi's exit seemed to be squeezed out of the teeth. Hard as a stone.
Solemnly wanted to say something, but looked back at the teenager who was dying in the pool of blood, and finally said nothing. Just said: "I'll get the medical staff in."

Wen Yan walked step by step towards Jing Rong. At each step, it was as heavy as lead.
He clenched his hands on his side, each finger trembling. He was incompetent from an early age and never feared anything, but at this moment, looking at the young man who was unconscious on the ground, he began to have a strong fear.
Fear this person, just leave like this and never open your eyes again.
He squatted down, trying to hold the boy in his arms. However, looking at him covered in blood, he didn't know where to start.
He carefully buckled him into his arms. The young man seemed to feel that someone touched himself and moved in horror. The slight movement was called Wen Yanzhi's heartbreaking. His trembling lips, against the young Wu Qing's cheek, comforted his whisper: "Don't be afraid, it's me ... it's okay, um, it's okay in the future ..."
Jing Rong was haunted by everyone, but when he heard the familiar voice, the fear in his heart slowly dissipated.
His tense body also relaxed a little.
His eyelashes moved and he wanted to open them. Wen Yanzhi slowly took down the blindfold on his eyes.
The boy stared at him with a pair of clear eyes. At this moment, his eyes were covered with blood, but still as pure as before, so clean that Wen Yan's heart was broken and guilty.
"It's my fault ..." Wen Yanzhi's voice murmured, "I shouldn't let you buy breakfast by yourself. It should be me!"
Jing Rong twitched his lips hard, and his voice was irritated. "Follow you, I really ... was almost divided ..."
He seemed to know that he was really safe. After saying this, his head was partial, and the whole man passed out completely.
"Doctors!"
"Doctors!"
Yen Yan yelled, her voice was hoarse.
"Come!" The rapid pace of the medical staff, several people carried the horizontal bar and ran inside. The doctor followed the medicine chest.
Wen Yanzhi untied the ropes on the boy's hands and feet and felt that his bones were not right. He felt a chill in his heart and couldn't imagine that he just put the force on his hands softer. However, under such movements, the eye sockets became increasingly red.
"Be careful, he's all hurt!" Wen Yanzhi reminded the medical staff. The medical staff cautiously placed the teenager on the horizontal bar.
Paramedics lifted him into the car.
In the entire abandoned building, only Jingrong and solemn were left. The solemn look was dull, and he glanced at Wen Yan, who squatted on the ground, looking more and more gloomy, and said lowly: "Looking at Jing Rong's injuries ... I'm afraid that my hands and feet will be disabled."