The Bodhi Space of the End Times

Chapter 243 It's Better To Die

Jiang Ming and the other two filled the gap, and their vigorous figures rushed towards the bandits who were breaking through.

Liao Jianjun waved his stick and stopped another gangster who was attacking Lin Xiaomei.

He easily pulled the man, and then pulled him in front of him. With one enemy three, he glanced at Jiang Ming with ease, and found that there was no danger for him and four women to beat a dozen gangsters.

He looked back with confidence.

But the three gangsters opposite him were very aggrieved. They were pressed and beaten by this man for almost half an hour, with almost no trauma.

But their viscera were about to be scrapped, and after a gangster got another stick in the stomach, they finally collapsed and sat on the ground and couldn't get up.

He cried and yelled at Liao Jianjun: "What the hell are you thinking! You hit us in the stomach every time, and my shit is almost coming out of you."

The other two followed suit, sitting on the hot ground, unable to get up, and wailed, "Either fight in another place, or kill us! We'd rather die if we're played by you like this. "

The three gangsters made such a fuss, the entire battlefield seemed to be paused, and they all looked at the three on the ground inexplicably.

Zhang Xingcheng on the other side of Lin Xiaomei and Liao Jianjun laughed unkindly: "Hahahaha! Liao Jianjun, you are so bad, it seems that you are driving people crazy."

"Hey! I can't help it! Who told me, brother Liao, that he is good at kung fu! Beating these people is like playing."

In the battle circle, more than 100 people surrounded by people were red-eyed, the big black man clenched the watermelon knife in his hand, made a wrong step, and rushed to the four of them.

The watermelon knife raised sideways, and roared ferociously: "Go to hell! Ahh!!!!"

The shadow of the knife flashed, and blood spattered everywhere.

Liao Jianjun pushed Lin Xuemei's head into his arms when the big black man rushed towards him.

The reason why he didn't kill these three people was because he wanted to keep them to train the villagers.

On the other hand, he is pure and doesn't want to kill in front of his wife.

But he couldn't just stand there and do nothing, that's why he played around with the three of them.

Besides Liao Jianjun and Jiang Ming, those who played tricks were Liu Suying who was outside the battle circle.

During these half an hour, Huang Chao used taekwondo, karate, judo, even Sanda and grappling hands.

But he just couldn't get out of the open space in front of the tent.

After getting into the tent again and being kicked out, I heard the wailing in the surrounding circle, and the angry and murderous roar of the big black man.

He gritted his teeth and propped up his broken body. The wooden stick he had snatched had long since been thrown away.

After finally standing up, the broken rib was accidentally inserted into the lung lobe, and there was a piercing pain in the chest.

"what!!!"

Scarlet blood spurted out from his mouth, and his legs fell to his knees again.

His eyes, which were not covered by glasses, were full of despair.

He knelt on the iron-like ground, facing the blazing sun, and chuckled softly in his throat: "Hehe! Hehehe! I, Huang Chao, should have died last winter, but The end of the world is here, God, let me live longer, so long, it's worth it."

He was talking intermittently, with blood spurting from his mouth all the time.

When he finished speaking the last word, his eyes, which were originally filled with despair, gradually turned gray and calm.

It seems that I am not so afraid of death, but after I die, I am afraid that I will go to hell!
What a pity!I can't go to heaven to see my father.

A violent fishy sweetness spurted out from the throat.

His gray eyes closed slowly, and his weak body collapsed down.

Fresh blood flowed slowly along the corners of the mouth and nasal cavity.

It seemed that he wanted to pay off all the blood debts he owed.

(End of this chapter)