Glass slag from wine bottles splashed everywhere. Yang Jingkun was smashed with blood in the back of his head. But this kid is like a vegetative person. There was not the slightest reaction. He just looked at Xia Rou in a daze. In the eyes. It seems that your inquiries are constantly being asked: "Xia Rou. What happened to you. What happened to you. Don't you know me. I'm your brother Jingkun......"

Wang Wanjin is not addicted to playing. Pick up a few beer bottles. slammed Yang Jingkun's head with a bang. smashed his head and broke the blood. Dark red blood ran down his forehead and down his cheeks. Blurred eyes. It also blurred his vision.

"Grass. Call you brat. You think you're afraid of you when you come out. The police didn't shoot you. Count your fortune great. Didn't die under the knife of the Southern underworld. Count your fate too.

But today you delivered to your door. I'll give you a ride. You're on death row right now anyway. Even if you die. The police won't chase me over." Talking. Wang Wanjin holds a broken wine bottle full of glass ballast. Towards Yang Jingkun's throat.

At this time, Yang Jingkun finally realized that his life had been threatened. The kid quickly flashed back. Dodge this bottle. This is followed by a punch. smashed his fist firmly on Wang Wanjin's temple. A punch directly smashed Wang Wanjin.

Yang Jingkun ignored Wang Wanjin, who was already in a semi-coma. Stand up. Walked up to Xia Rou. Xia Rou's muzzle was always aimed at Yang Jingkun. But the fingers never had the heart to pull the trigger.

Yang Jingkun walked in front of Xia Rou. Xia Rou's muzzle was tightly pressed against Yang Jingkun's chest.

"Xia Rou. We...... We're finally back together again. I'm back. It's been more than half a year. You must have waited hard for me. Later. I'm not going to let you cry anymore." Talking. Yang Jingkun wanted to reach out and hug Xia Rou. Lower hands in the eye sockets. Tears have hazy. I wanted to cry out a few times. But she held back.

Xia Rou...... Shoot. Shot him ...... "lying on the ground. Wang Wanjin, who had been beaten by Yang Jingkun with a punch, shouted weakly.

"Don't touch me...... I...... I'm not the Xia Rou I used to be." Xia Rou took a step back. The muzzle of the gun was still pointed at Yang Jingkun's chest.

"Why...... Why should you help him. You didn't tell me all the time before. Isn't Wang Wanjin a good person. How. Now he's on his side.

Don't. Do you really want to listen to his orders to kill me? Good. I said it earlier. I, Yang Jingkun, am free and an orphan. I met you in this life. is my greatest blessing. Maybe I was born for you. If you want me to die. Want my life. Then you take it. I'm absolutely not going to be vague." Yang Jingkun said sincerely.

"What are you doing in a daze...... Hurry up...... Hurry up and shoot...... You...... Don't you want to continue your mother's treatment? There is no me. Your mother is going to die. If you don't listen to me. I'll let your mom die." Yang Jingkun shouted weakly.

Yang Jingkun. You...... Get out of here. Forget about the past. From now on. We are gracious and righteous. Cut it in two. No one lives for whom. I'm not your Xia Rou anymore. You're not my brother Jingkun either. Let's go. See you next time. I'm going to kill you." Xia Rou said strongly......

[Thank you for still smiling, brother. Please flowers. VIP. Let's be more violent. It's been the last three days. Help Lao Wei make up the ferry ticket. 】