Chapter 627: Toll

Others have already seen it, and they have lost their way. Tang Yan’s body is flashing. Several people have been caught by his collar, dropped down the cliff, and accompanied his accomplices. ┡ Ω (eight) (a) Chinese network Ww』W. 『81.Zw. COM
One of them ran the fastest, and had already fled to the front of Wu. Although the other party was a beautiful woman, he had no intention to appreciate it.
But his eyes immediately ignited the flame of hope. Since he is not the opponent of this person, then seize the woman as a hostage, so that it can definitely save lives.
The bullet of the gun had already been emptied, so he took out a shackle that he carried with him and grabbed the arm directly and tried to hold him.
However, this move was lost, and the elbow was struck by a strong force and jerked.
puff!
He inserted his heart quickly and accurately, and his own hand was still dead.
He looked at this scene with a stunned look, almost couldn't believe his eyes, how silly he was, and stabbed himself?
Suddenly, he raised his head violently, and the beautiful woman opposite the face was cold. He realized that the other side was a sheep with no hands and no chicken, but a beautiful snake.
Of course, this can only be the last thought of his life.
Wu did not look at the soft body of the other side, but looked at Tang Yan, four eyes opposite, Tang Yan gave her a thumbs up.
Wu was unmoved and walked straight toward him and asked, "What should I do?"
"Let's go." The trouble has been solved, and Tang Yan will naturally not stay.
The two did not look at the previous car from start to finish, because they really did not intend to pay attention.
This kind of thing is too normal for this place.
The two men lifted their legs and left. Suddenly, an old, weak voice came from behind.
"Two, wait a minute..."
It turned out to be Chinese.
Huh?
Tang Yan stopped and walked in a foreign country, heard the local accent, and finally felt cordial, so he turned and walked toward the other side.
I saw that the car had become riddled with blood, and blood flowed along the sewing machine. Two people in the front seat had been shot and killed.
The old man in the back seat was dying, his body was stained with blood, and the teenager bit his lip and snuggled up beside the old man, but it was intact.
However, the spirit of the spirit is obviously not good, obviously it is scared.
The old man saw the two men coming, trying to sit up straight, touching the wound, and could not help but the cold air.
Don Juan held his shoulder and advised: "Don't move, I will help you check the injury."
The old man shook his head and said: "My body, I know for myself, I can't do it anymore."
Don Juan sighed, really.
"You are Chinese?" the old man stared at Tang Yan.
"Yes." For a person who will die, Tang Yan did not hide.
The old man looked up and looked in the distance. It was the direction of China. He sighed faintly: "Huaxia, the hometown that can't go back."
Tang Zhen’s heart moved and asked:
Are you also a Chinese?

The old man smiled bitterly and said: "I am just a lonely ghost, I don't know if it is a Chinese."
Tang Zhen knows that he must have been a Chinese in the past, and that he is a storyteller, but he did not know why he left the country and came to this land.
Tang Yan can not help but have a sense of intimacy.
However, if he knew that he was a Chinese, he would have to shoot early.
But this is fate, and I can't force it.
"I am going to die, strong man, can you save my grandson?" the old man asked hopefully.
"He is not hurt, don't worry." Don Juan comforted.
"No, although he is not injured, but without me, he will be chased by the enemy, I beg you, you bring him, only by your side, he will be safe, we will repay you." Pray earnestly.
Don Juan laughed, you are dying, and you may repay me. However, looking at each other's sincere eyes and looking at the ignorant teenager, he can't help but feel soft.
If it is in China, this age is still in junior high school, or carefree age, but he has already experienced the baptism of war, and experienced life and death.
He... is really a little pitiful.
Tang Zhen couldn't help but think of his original scene. He also thought of Grandpa. He and his grandfather lived together. However, this boy was even more pitiful than himself. Even Grandpa had to leave him.
He moved his heart, and nodded: "Old man, you can rest assured that there is me, I must protect him."
"Thank you, thank you!" Although the old man did not know the coming of Tang Yan, he did not see the killing of Tang Yan and those people. He could judge from the sound. He knew that this person is very strong, so he would solve it so easily. Chasing troops.
Today, his grandson is in need of such strong protection to survive in this area.
"But I won't be here for a long time, I will go back to China." Tang Yan suddenly realized a problem.
"No matter how you arrange him, I have no opinion." The old man is not picky.
In this case, then Tang Yan can not deny.
The old man took the boy's hand, and he said it was a local language, not a Chinese language.
The young man cried and hugged the old man’s arm. He also said a pass.
The old man touched the boy's head, comforted him, and sternly slammed it. Then, put the boy's hand on Tang Yin's palm, solemnly said: "The strong man, I will give the thousand rain to You, rain, from now on, you have to listen to him, understand? To live well, there is no such thing as our Ling family."
The young boy looked at Tang Yan with tears and nodded.
"Old people, you can rest assured." Tang Yan said.
The old man smiled. Suddenly, his arm slipped from the boy's head and slowly closed his eyes. It was lifeless.
"Grandpa..." The teenager screamed at the old man and cried.
Tang Yan sighed and walked away with Wu, leaving the teenager alone.
After a while, the footsteps sounded behind the two people, turned around, the teenager came over, the tears had dried up, and there was a bit of tenacity in his eyes.
Not an ordinary person!
If ordinary people come out of grief so quickly, this person is obviously much stronger than his peers.

Can you help me to bury my grandfather?
the boy asked calmly.
"You are called Ling Qianyu?" asked Tang Yan.
The boy nodded and asked: "Is it ok?"
"no problem."
Tang Hao took the old man, the driver and the gunman out and went to a hill next to him. He said, "Let's here, the scenery is good."
Ling Qianyu nodded and agreed.
"I dug myself." Ling Qianyu used a piece of wagon pulled down by Tang Yan to dig up the soil, bite his lips, and the color of the pupil in his eyes was strong, but he always resisted, and no tears fell. .
Tang Yan soon dug two pits and buried two other people. Ling Qianyu only dug the grave. He took the grandfather hard and gently placed it in the grave. He whispered: "Grandpa, the rain will Strong, thousands of rain will certainly avenge you."
Then, the grandfather was covered with soil. After a while, a small grave was covered. Ling Qianyu squatted in front of the tomb and slammed three heads. The whole process was silent.
"Go, where are you going next?" Tang Yan sighed and asked.
Ling Qianyu looked at Tang Yan intently and said: "Where are you going, I will go there."
"Do you have any loved ones?"
Shake his head.
"Then you have a place to go?"
Shake his head.
"You don't want revenge?"
Ling Qianyu’s eyes finally had a wave of volatility, flashing the spark of hatred, and nodded:
Yes, I want revenge.

"That took me to find your enemy and help people help."
Unexpectedly, Qian Qianyu immediately shook his head and his eyes were firm. He could not be suspiciously said: "I have to report my own hatred. I don't want to borrow the hand of an outsider."
"Oh, it really has a bone." Tang Yan laughed dumbly, nodded with approval, the toughness of this kid is very appetizing.
"But I can't do anything, the strength is too weak, so I need your protection now, but I will remember this kindness. Grandpa taught me the fascination of the water from an early age, and I will repay you in the future."
Tang Hao shook his head: "From the moment I promised your grandfather, I didn't expect anything to repay. If you live well, even the best filial piety to your grandfather, the biggest reward for me."
Ling Qianyu was undecided, but the big eyes showed everything. His heart must still insist on his own opinion, and he was not impressed by Tang Yan’s remarks.
Tang Hao’s eyes are of course eye-catching, but he has not said much. After all, everyone has their own set of principles of doing things, and they are forced to do so.
"Grandpa said, you are a master, can you teach me martial arts? Then I can take revenge." He stared at Tang Yu.
"Wu Gong is not impossible, but I will not teach martial arts casually, but I think the time is ripe, and I will naturally teach you." Tang said.
"I can wait." Ling Qianyu focused on the head, no complaints, only a confidence in the depths of the soul.
Wu has been silently observing Ling Qianyu and suddenly said: "He is a good seed for studying martial arts."
Tang Zhen was dumbfounded, how could he not see it, but now his arrogance is too heavy, and it is not a good thing to swear by martial arts. It is also possible to rush to get rid of it, and it is counterproductive.
Ling Qianyu did not show the slightest excitement because of this praise, but instead looked calm, as he said, he can wait, wait until Tang Yi believes that the time is ripe.
"Let's go, let's go on the road, the sky is getting dark," Tang said.
The three turned over the hill and saw a small town standing far away.
"Let's go to the town tonight for a night."
Ling Qianyu wants to stop.
"If you have something to say, I don't have so many rules here." Tang Yan looked at him and said.
"That is the land of my enemies."
"Why, don't you dare to go?" Tang Yan deliberately provoked the road.
Ling Qianyu said nothing, but answered Tang Yan with practical actions - trotting and rushing to the town.