Pirate’s Infinite Wings

This time, when I attacked another guy, he slashed my neck with a knife.

Already annoyed, I gripped the handle of the knife tightly and hit him directly on the back of the hand with the back of the knife.

His knife was still on my neck, as if he was not afraid of me being crushed by me on the back of his hand.

This is not what I expected.

I thought he would take it.

I had to give up the attack on the back of his hand and take a step back.

Even so, his knife was a shot to my shoulder.

In excruciating pain, I kicked the pale boy in the shoulder and he flew out.

I was really angry at the time, let go of the game, and knocked down everyone who surrounded me.

Although they wanted to get up and fight me, their bodies couldn't hold them up.

The only one who got up from the ground was the teenager, he was now with his white teeth tightly closed, his gums were full of blood, he looked terrible.

Bright eyes filled with blood.

The boy roared like a beast, picked up the knife on the ground, and rushed towards me again.

Although his body killer is heavy, the speed has been slow due to physical injuries, and I waited until he rushed to the front kick.

"Peng!" The boy's body flew out again and landed heavily on the ground.

He gripped the ground with ten fingers, nails dug into the ground, and in a fit of trembling and heartbreaking coughing, he stood up again, gripping the watermelon knife again.

The boy rushed over again, and the result was the same as before.

When the boy fell to the ground for the third time, I had an idea in my head, I wanted to see how many times this man could stand up.

I also wondered what turned him so strongly against me, a stranger.

For the fourth time, the young man shook his hand, and his eyes were filled with blood, as if he had just crawled out of hell.

For the fifth time, Qingqing has not yet turned into a human being, and his body muscles have not controlled the beating, I can see clearly.

. When Fang Lang came here for the twelfth time, he was obviously surprised by what was happening.

He opened his mouth to ask, but I shook my head and asked him not to speak for a while.

The thirteen-year-old young man almost shook my face, and the weapon in his hand fell off. He stretched out his fist and knocked on the door of my face. I just gently opened my palm and held this "fist".

This time, instead of kicking the child away, I patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

Clapping was the last straw for the camel's back, and the teenager finally closed his eyes and fell.

Fang Lang looked around, looked at a man and a teenager who were unconscious in front of him, and asked me what happened.

At this time, Mei also got out of the car, and Fang Lang, who I would tell Xu Xun about this back and forth.

"This guy is very interesting." I looked at the boy lying on the ground, and Fang Lang said, "I want to take him back.

Fang Lang glanced at the teenager's clothing, frowned and said, "Most of these people work for money."

"I always feel different," I shook my head.

"Take it home first.

"Then I lifted the boy into the car.

Looked at the young man for a long time at night, and then at me: "You saw your shadow in him.

At this time, Fang Lang also turned around. After seeing the pale young man for a long time, he finally smiled wryly.

I scratched my head and said awkwardly, "I could say that, but I'm also curious about him.

"She then drove to the hospital and took the boy to the ward.

"Go back and rest," I told her.

"I want to talk to Brother Mu about something.

’ Clearly reluctant, she glared at me and said, ‘I don’t know if you’re talking about black fists or black fists.

"..