Peerless Physician: Miss Waste Material

Chapter 794

"It's not that easy to leave!"

Speaking, Yao Qi grabbed He Song's clothes with his left hand, and at the same time, put his right hand behind his back, pulled out the short stick with a thick baby's wrist hidden in the back of the quilt, and swung it at the opponent's The head is simmered, and all the movements are done in one go, as if they have been practiced thousands of times.

This is the survival rule of Baihu Street.

Fighting, killing and being killed don't need a reason, only action.

"When you step into this street, you must be prepared to die, otherwise, you must keep getting stronger, stronger, and stronger; be careful, be careful, be careful!"

This is also the meaning of the decapitated tiger that was stained dark red by blood at the street entrance.

As long as you are ready, or have stepped into this street, you are not allowed to relax at all. No matter what means you use, survival is the only criterion.

Only those who survived in such an environment can survive under the encirclement and suppression of the soldiers who are always several times, dozens of times the number of people on this street, and even the elite of the entire Dungan Kingdom. Baihu Street remains unchanged.

Because the people here are more cunning, ruthless, flexible, and understand the rules of survival than anyone else.

As a native of the capital, He Song has heard of the situation on Baihu Street for a long time, and even had childhood playmates hang out here, but, knowing it, people who have never really experienced it can't imagine the situation here.

Therefore, when he found the opponent's movement, it was too late to avoid it.

"and many more!"

Threatened by the rapidly growing wooden stick in his pupils, He Song could no longer remain calm and shouted anxiously. At the same time, he subconsciously raised his hands to stop him, and twisted his body uncoordinatedly to avoid harm.

pity--

"Death!" Shouted, Yao Qi only had hatred in his eyes, and turned a deaf ear to the words of begging for mercy. The wooden stick was still falling rapidly with great momentum, and the terrifying sound of piercing the air exploded at close range, as if it could pierce the eardrum.

In the black pupils, the wooden texture on the stick quickly became clear,
near,

closer...

At the moment when all eyes are occupied by sensuality, the sick Ji Hesong, who doesn't know a dime of martial arts, sincerely regrets why he didn't practice at the beginning, but unfortunately, there is no medicine for regret in the world.

When he was about to die, He Song didn't automatically review his short life in his mind. His only thought was to be sorry for the trust and entrustment of the third prince. It seemed that there was no way for him to complete his task today. He thought of the person he followed all his life. The last hope was ruined in his own hands, the corners of He Song's eyes became moist.

But at this moment——

"call out!"

Paradoxically, He Song seemed to hear another sound of piercing through the air. Although he was only one step away from death, he still had concerns in his heart that he was unwilling to die like this. Look in the direction you feel.

……

In the blink of an eye, He Song, whose body was so stiff that he could only move his eyes slightly, finally saw nothing.

But when he reacted, he suddenly found that the wooden stick stopped strangely, between his eyes, infinitely close to the bridge of his nose, and the fine hairs on his nose seemed to feel the hardness and texture of the wood .

Then,

"Come on, get rid of the unruly grandson!" Someone shouted, and the surrounding thugs immediately rushed forward.

(End of this chapter)