Chapter 779: You carry me

"Hehehe... Boss, this man is so beautiful, but he looks much better than that vulgar fan."
"Don't say it, it is true. Just looking at this face, Lao Tzu is hard." The big man stretched out his hand and wiped Meng Ping's white jade face, surprised by the beautiful touch.
"This skin is tenderer than Lady Huang Hua."
"Really? Really? Let me touch..."
A group of homeless people who didn't take a bath for a long time frantically surrounded Meng Ping, and put their hands on him. Meng Ping's pale face soon left dirty handprints, and the thin clothes on his body were wrinkled.
He didn't say a word during the whole process, gritted his teeth and resisted. A pair of eyes gleamed fiercely, and the killing intent in his heart was completely aroused.
The door of the factory building opened automatically when there was no wind.
From the corner of Meng Ping's eyes, he saw Xu Qigang appearing outside the door, and he let out a muffled snort, spouting blood on the spot.
Moving like a gust of wind, Xu Qigang rushed in fiercely, and ten people were knocked down. The man who took the lead was kicked on the wall fiercely and passed out on the spot.
Someone took a machete and wanted to rush up desperately, but suddenly found a black hole pointed at the center of the eyebrow. The machete in his hand fell to the ground instantly, and he knelt on the ground begging for mercy with a thud.
Xu Qigang put away the gun to check Meng Ping's situation, "How about? Can a bunch of trash catch you?" His eyebrows were very dissatisfied.
In fact, Xu Qigang has always treated Meng Ping as his own brother. Even if he later robbed Xiao Ning with himself, he never changed his mind even if he felt uncomfortable. Now that I see my younger brother being beaten up like this, and being humiliated by a bunch of homeless people, it’s strange not to be angry.
"The people of Shenyu were separated when they left the city." Meng Ping took out a neat stack of white handkerchiefs from his body and gently wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth. "The injuries suffered since childhood are less than half this year."
"I'll take you to the hospital first."
"You go out and wait for me first, I have a few more words to say to this gang of trash."
"Yeah!" Xu Qigang nodded and turned to leave. He waited outside for about ten minutes, wringing his eyebrows and standing still. Meng Ping came out from inside unsteadily, his hands on his knees, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. With a breath, the whole chest pained, which shows that I suffered a lot tonight.
"Let's go!" He raised his head and showed Xu Qigang a pale wicked smile.
Xu Qigang frowned, "How did you deal with the people inside?"
"Nothing to deal with." Meng Ping couldn't straighten his waist, and said weakly: "You carry me! I can't walk anymore!"
"Yeah!" Xu Qigang bent down and put Meng Ping on his back easily, "If your brother sees you like this, I don't know how angry he is!"
It is rare that Xu Qigang's low voice has a touch of nostalgia for the past. Since Meng Fan's death, he has hardly dared to recall the rain of bullets and passion.
A war should be something he could be proud of for a lifetime. But where the best brother lost his life, this has become a past that Xu Qigang does not want to remember. It also became a scar hidden in his heart, no one knew. No one knows that the cold and ruthless Living Hades is also a man of flesh and blood, who will suffer and regret himself.
Meng Ping was silent for a long time, his eyelashes thick as a fan covered his eyes. After a long time, he said in a loud voice, "Even if you say that, I still like Shengning. Don't even think about adopting a gentle policy, it's useless!"