Perspective Little Poison Doctor

Chapter 687
How to do?
Cold!

Faced with the pressure of the Caucasian man, does Wang Ping really want to listen to the old man Ouyang and run away?
Even if you want to escape, where can you escape?The plane is so big, should Wang Ping jump out of the plane?

Fight!

Anyway, there is a dead end, and death must be heroic, and you must not be a coward.

So Wang Ping exerted his last strength, but his high fighting spirit could not stimulate his inner potential. As a result...

"Papa papa!" Wang Ping was so beaten that he had no power to fight back. Facing the attack of the Caucasian man, Wang Ping didn't even have the ability to defend. The race man was beaten into a pig's head.

The Caucasian man beat him like a sandbag, but he didn't kill him easily. Obviously, he enjoyed the process of abusing Wang Ping more.

"Boom!" Wang Ping was beaten out time and time again, vomiting blood again and again, and I don't know how many bones in his body were broken, and his face was covered in blood, scaring the passengers curled up in the corner. He was so angry that he didn't dare to make a sound.

"Boom!" Wang Ping was knocked into the air again, and hit the door of the cabin again. The huge sound could imagine how powerful the impact was, and the entire door panel trembled.

The Caucasian man smiled coldly, and sprinted into Wang Ping's body.

"Pfft!" Wang Ping raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, while the Caucasian man's fists hit him like a rainstorm.

"Bang bang bang!" Every punch was a muffled sound, and every punch seemed to blow Wang Ping to pieces.

"Hahaha!" He was still laughing wildly while beating the Caucasian man. He really was a guy with a brain problem. The blood would only make him more excited. He was an out-and-out combat madman.

I don't know how many times he was punched. Wang Ping's nose was bruised and his face was swollen. His eyes were blurred by blood. It felt like all the bones in his body had been broken. It was only because of perseverance that he was able to stand there.

"Hoohoo!" He gasped, looking at the white man through the 'blood mist', no matter how unwilling he was, he was helpless, because the white man didn't kill him, otherwise he would have died long ago.

'Jiuyang Zhenyuan' has been exhausted, and his physical strength has been severely overdrawn. I am afraid that Wang Ping will not be able to sustain many punches.

"It's boring to finish playing so soon!" The caucasian man licked the blood on his fist, with a look of unfinished thought, "Let me send you to see God!"

As he said that, he punched Wang Ping with all his strength and aimed at Wang Ping's head. It seemed that he wanted to blow Wang Ping's head with a punch.

"Whoosh!" As soon as the words were finished, the fist had already smashed over.

Are you going to die?

Wang Ping had mixed feelings in his heart. It was the first time he encountered such a thing on a plane, and the first time he encountered such a powerful opponent. Death is not terrible, but after death, what should he do with the people who are waiting for him at home?
What about Qin Cuili?
What about Tang Ruoshi, Chen Jingyi and Yao Hongshuang?
What about Su Yun?Who will save her?

I don't know where the strength came from, causing Wang Ping to tilt his head at the last moment, avoiding the fatal blow from the Caucasian man.

"Boom!" His fist stuck to Wang Ping's face and hit the back door panel. Wang Ping saved his life. He didn't stop there, and with the last bit of strength he threw forward, he hugged the Caucasian man. , what does he want to do?
The Caucasian man was taken aback, and immediately wanted to push Wang Ping away, but Wang Ping sensed his intention, and put his arms around his neck with one hand and his waist with the other, his whole body was like Like sticking to a Caucasian man.

This feeling is like two boxers hugging each other in the ring. Could it be that Wang Ping wants to use this method to delay time?Unfortunately, what's the point of procrastinating?
What's more, the Caucasian man would not allow such a situation to happen. Seeing that there was no way to push Wang Ping away, he raised his fist high and smashed it down on Wang Ping's back.

"Boom!" The terrible sound was creepy, and Wang Ping spit out a big mouthful of blood again on the spot, but he still hugged him tightly, refusing to let go.

"Let go!" The Caucasian man became even more furious, and punched Wang Ping's back one after another. You can imagine what kind of torture and pain Wang Ping was suffering. He was dying, but at this time he showed Strong willpower, no matter how you fight, I will not let go anyway, unless you kill me.

The Caucasian man was stunned by Wang Ping for a while and had no choice but to become more and more anxious, and his attacks became more and more serious. Naturally, Wang Ping's injuries became more and more serious.

At this time, Wang Ping suddenly opened his mouth and bit the Caucasian man's ear.

"Ah!" the Caucasian man yelled in pain, and hit Wang Ping like crazy. Every time he hit, Wang Ping bit harder.

"Let go!" The Caucasian man felt that he was about to be driven crazy by Wang Ping. Maybe Wang Ping was powerless, but he would never sit still. Even if he died, the Caucasian man would have to pay the price.

Seeing Wang Ping, who had become a "blood man", fight with the mutant man to such an extent, the passengers hiding in the corner were still too scared to move. Wang Ping's desperate efforts were not for himself, but partly for these reasons. Man, once he loses or is killed, the white man will definitely kill everyone on the plane.

No one realized this, so that when Wang Ping fought desperately with the Caucasian man, no one dared to help Wang Ping for a long time. Many people may be able to subdue the Caucasian man, but the result is disappointing.

Facing the fear of death, all the pressure was on Wang Ping's head alone.

The sharp pain in the ear made the Caucasian man's eyes turn red with anger, but he couldn't get rid of Wang Ping, so he simply picked up Wang Ping and bumped him directly against the hatch behind him.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

One stroke, two strokes, three strokes... Every stroke will make Wang Ping's body splatter with blood.

"Let go!" The Caucasian man was really going crazy, he stepped back two meters, accelerated forward, picked up Wang Ping again and hit the hatch.

"Boom!" There was another loud noise, and with the splash of blood, something unexpected happened. The thick hatch finally couldn't withstand the continuous impacts, and the parts in it had long been loose and fell off. , being hit like this, the entire hatch flew out.

As soon as the cabin door flew, the huge suction instantly sucked the unsuspecting Wang Ping and the Caucasian man out of the cabin. At this time, the plane was at an altitude of [-] meters, and the Caucasian man was startled. When Tiao wanted to find a place to catch it, it was too late. He could only watch himself and Wang Ping fall rapidly, while the plane was getting farther and farther away from them.

At this time, Wang Ping wanted to bite off his ears. The cold wind in the sky made Wang Ping regain a sense of clarity. He opened his blurred eyes and saw what happened. Smiling, opened his mouth, the Caucasian man's ears flew out, he could no longer hug the Caucasian man, let go, and fell down from a height of [-] meters together with the Caucasian man, his eyes were black , passed out.

"No!" The Caucasian man yelled hysterically. He had already won, but this was not the result he wanted, and he was not reconciled.

In the next second, the bodies of the two disappeared into the thick clouds, and Wang Ping's life and death were uncertain...

(End of this chapter)