Village Doctor's Magic Hands

There is a mountain near the sea in the capital of the island country. Just a hundred meters into it, there is a huge luxury manor. At present, the team of 1000 people gathered in the manor has not dispersed, but it is much better than the crowd of more than 10000 people before.

The manor, of course, is the base of the Jiaji gang. The one or two thousand people left at the moment are just to clean the battlefield outside the manor. The thousand people army hidden in the hundred meters also left long after receiving the instructions of Suzuki Saburo.

However, in a conference room in the manor villa, the atmosphere was still a little tense, as if another war was about to break out if one was not careful.

Sitting in the first seat of the conference room is still the male and female Shangguan Miyazaki, with Lin Qingqing and Liu Ye on the side, standing motionless like two patrons, with highly vigilant eyes as if they could deal with all emergencies.

In two positions beside the first seat of the conference table, Zhao Sanjin still frowned at Lin Qingqing. He chose to remain silent about the "demon refining pot" mentioned by Shangguan Miyazaki, and asked, "I want to know what's going on with Lin Qingqing!"

From Zhao Sanjin's entering the conference room to now, Lin Qingqing feels very different to Zhao Sanjin. Originally, Zhao Sanjin thought that after a long separation and reunion, Lin Qingqing would jump directly into Zhao Sanjin's arms, then cry and complain with Zhao Sanjin.

But the reality gave Zhao Sanjin a slap.

Zhao Sanjin can attribute the improvement of his strength to the force of external forces, but with the loss of his mind, Zhao Sanjin can't figure out how Shangguan Miyazaki did it.

"I think you don't know what I said. For you who don't even know Gu Wu and Feng body, can you understand even if you say it?" Shangguan Miyazaki smiled faintly, looked at Zhao Sanjin with pity, shook his head helplessly and said, "I think you'd better hand over the 'demon refining pot'."

"When I hand over the 'demon refining pot', you will restore Lin Qingqing and let me take her away?" Zhao Sanjin hesitated and asked.

"Restore Lin Qingqing and let you take her away?" Shangguan Miyazaki looked at Zhao Sanjin like an idiot and asked, "when did I say you would let you leave even if you handed over the demon refining pot? Not to mention what made Lin Qingqing go with you. "

"So, do you want to get rid of me?" Zhao Sanjin is not a fool. Shangguan Miyazaki said this for his own sake. He almost told Zhao Sanjin to kill him. If he didn't understand, he could only say that he was stupid.

"You're not too stupid!" Shangguan Miyazaki glanced at the corners of his mouth and nodded noncommittally!

"It's just a dream!" Zhao Sanjin suddenly mobilized his mysterious strength. Since Shangguan Miyazaki has killed him, it's useless to continue to ask Lin Qingqing questions. If you can't leave this place alive, even if you know Lin Qingqing's situation, you can't help Lin Qingqing.

"I think you're overestimating your strength!" in the face of Zhao Sanjin's sudden punch, Shangguan Miyazaki still sat in his position. He just looked at Zhao Sanjin quietly and didn't mean to fight back at all.

Just when Zhao Sanjin's fist was about to touch Shangguan Miyazaki, the fist style emitted by his strong fist had blown Shangguan Miyazaki's hair twice in front of his forehead, but Zhao Sanjin suddenly stopped.

Yes, I just stopped suddenly

This is not because Zhao Sanjin can't put his fist into another penny, but because Zhao Sanjin can't get down, because a sharp knife suddenly appeared in front of Shangguan Miyazaki's forehead.

And the owner holding a sharp knife, who can let Zhao Sanjin take the initiative to retreat, I'm afraid there is nothing else except Lin Qingqing.

"Qingqing, I'm Zhao Sanjin, Sanjin! Don't you really know me? Wake up!" Zhao Sanjin stepped back two steps, looked at the sharp knife and held it back. Without saying a word, he stabbed Lin Qingqing directly at Zhao Sanjin. He stepped back and shouted again.

Unfortunately, in the face of Zhao Sanjin's anxious cry, Lin Qingqing was as if she hadn't heard of it. The sharp knife directly to Zhao Sanjin's neck didn't stop at all, and stabbed Zhao Sanjin directly and ruthlessly.

He rolled awkwardly on the ground and avoided the position where the sharp knife stabbed his neck, but he still hung his back. The warm blood wetted the clothes on his back in an instant.

"Qingqing!" even if he was hurt, Zhao Sanjin still shouted, as if praying that such a practice could make Lin Qingqing remember who he was.

Zhao Sanjin chose to avoid more than a dozen moves in a row, but he was very clear about a problem. It was not the way to go on like this. He thought in his heart: "the problem of Qingqing is really too strange. Thirty six tricks can be taken as the way!"

There was no hesitation at all. After making up his mind, Zhao Sanjin directly turned and opened the door of the conference room. The Shangguan Miyazaki behind him immediately stood up and shouted, "stop him, we must not let him leave the manor alive!"

"Yes!" Lin Qingqing and Liu ye answered at the same time, and rushed out without hesitation.

Similarly, Zhao Sanjin, who pushed open the door of the conference room, was already ready outside the door, and the thugs rushed up immediately and shot directly without saying anything.

Fortunately, these people are just some ordinary thugs. Even if they are injured, Zhao Sanjin still has no problem dealing with them. While dealing with thugs, he still needs to avoid the attacks of Lin Qingqing and Liu Ye.

In less than three minutes, Zhao Sankin had reached the gate of the villa. Zhao Sankin, covered with blood, was like the God of death harvesting life. The film knife in his hand was like the sickle in the God of death's hand. The knife could harvest human lives one by one.

This time, no matter how many people there are in the Jiaji Gang, no one dares to rush directly to fight with Zhao Sanjin. After all, they have only one life. It's not cost-effective to rush ahead and die.

The blade in his hand was waved left and right, and there were more and more wounds on Zhao Sanjin's body. Fortunately, the fear of these thugs gave Zhao Sanjin a breathing space. That's why Zhao Sanjin jumped up directly and wanted to jump out of the siege of these thugs.

"Mr. Zhao! Now that you're here, don't be in such a hurry to go!" looking at Zhao Sanjin who jumped a few meters, Ichiro Takeshita was surprised and shouted quickly.

When replying to Ichiro Takeshita, there was only a cold hum from Zhao Sanjin. He really didn't expect that things would happen to this extent. If he had known that, even if Lin Qingqing was in the room, Zhao Sanjin wouldn't enter rashly. After all, Zhao Sanjin has clearly realized that such a sea of people, Zhao Sanjin can't take Lin Qingqing away.

"All spread out and let him run!" I don't know when Shangguan Miyazaki, who came to the gate of the villa, stopped everyone from continuing to fight. Instead, he looked at Lin Qingqing and Liu Ye, sketched a funny arc at the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "you two go, no matter life or death, just take the 'demon refining pot'."

There is only one purpose for Shangguan Miyazaki, that is the demon pot!

There was no tail behind him. Only Lin Qingqing and Liu Ye chased Zhao Sanjin, which made Zhao Sanjin reluctantly relieved. Zhao Sanjin, who didn't think about it, wiped his blood and sweat in front of him and ran quickly to the position of the gate.

Outside the manor, there were still hundreds of thugs cleaning the battlefield after the previous battle. Seeing Zhao Sanjin running out in such a panic, he directly blocked Zhao Sanjin's way without thinking. However, Zhao Sanjin could only run in another direction.

The manor built by the Jiaji gang has a unique terrain. It is authentic, with one side facing the sea and two sides surrounded by mountains. Only the only gate is the best way to escape into the downtown. Unfortunately, it is now blocked by hundreds of people.

Zhao Sanjin changed his direction. After only running 100 meters, he suddenly stopped, because behind Zhao Sanjin, there was only a cliff dozens of meters high. Under the cliff, there was a deep sea beyond the horizon.

If Zhao Sankin jumped into the sea with such a serious injury, the chance of surviving can only be described as small.

Zhao Sanjin, who smiles bitterly, is fully aware that he is a real wolf before and a tiger after. Whether he advances or retreats, Zhao Sanjin can't retreat all over.

Looking at Lin Qingqing and Liu Ye, Zhao Sanjin only felt a cramp in his heart. He never dreamed that one day he would die under the hands of his beloved.

Lin Qingqing, who stood less than three meters in front of Zhao Sanjin, still didn't say a word. Zhao Sanjin also chose to shut up. Things have developed to this point. Zhao Sanjin knows that whatever he says to them is useless.

"Hand over the 'demon refining pot'!" this is the only word Lin Qingqing said, but there is still endless coldness in his empty eyes.

Zhao Sanjin, the "demon refining pot", will definitely not hand it in. Not only that, it must be impossible for Zhao Sanjin to be caught like this. Even if he is dead, Zhao Sanjin will have to fight. Maybe Su Qi and they will come back to save him?

Before the last minute, Zhao Sanjin will definitely not give up.

However, in the face of the siege of so many people, I'm afraid Zhao Sanjin will only die