The gangsters walked away, but the old living room had been ruined, and it was a mess. The ground was lying everywhere. The walls and the floor were covered with sticky and disgusting meat and pale bone slags, and the air was filled with pungent and bloody smell...
Brother Dadong, are you okay?
Ming Jiali quickly squatted down to check Brother Dadong's injuries, but saw a huge wound in his lower abdomen, two of the fingers, which were very deep. It was obvious that the blade was completely stabbed in when he was stabbed just now...
Brother Dadong is a strong man of 1.9 meters. He has an extraordinary physique. If he is stabbed in normal times, he will not be in danger of life. However, since the end of the world, he has not been able to continue three meals, has been poor in nutrition, and his physical fitness has declined a lot. In addition, he has been hungry these two days and has had problems with his stomach. So hard that he has been stabbed in the stomach again...
Cough...you, you are the inheritor...
Blood kept flowing from the corner of Brother Dadong's mouth. His eyes widened to the limit, and his body was still spasming. He grabbed Ming Jiali's sleeve tightly, and said hoarsely after using all his strength:
Me, I can't do it, but I hope you can help me with one thing...
Don’t, don’t talk. Ershazi uses true qi to help you treat you. Although he has never tried to help others heal his injuries, Ersha has seen Master Haitang use it...
Ming Jiali hurriedly pressed his palm on Dadong's abdomen and continuously injected his true qi, but it didn't work. The true qi input by Ming Jiali was too fierce and domineering. Not only could not protect Dadong's heart, but it accelerated Dadong's death!
I can no longer do it... Promise me, please promise me that after I die, I will help take care of my wife and children, at least... at least make the mother and son not hungry. Is it OK? I, Li Weidong, will be a cow and horse for you in the next life...
Every time Brother Dadong said a word, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength. Mingjiali was almost in a hurry to cry. He wanted to help this man, but he couldn't help...
Ersha will help... Ersha will ask Master Haitang to help apply for relief food...
Thank you, thank you again...
Brother Dadong murmured, and a gratified smile appeared on his face. It was a kind of relief without regrets. He could entrust his wife and children to a powerful inheritor before he died. I think his wife and children could not be bullied and hungry, right?
The vitality completely dissipated from the middle-aged man's body, and he slowly closed his eyes and swallowed completely.
The injured refugees were crying, holding Dadong's body and crying loudly. Just at this moment, the baby's loud and shrill cry came from the side room, as if playing a sad song for his father's death...
Ming Jiali stood up, swallowed a mouthful of bitter saliva, and felt the thick sadness for the first time.
He looked around, but saw several corpses lying on the ground. Yes, in the melee just now, several pale-faced and thin men were stabbed to death by the gangster...
These are all Ming Jiali’s fault!
If he hadn't meddled with other people's business and went to catch fish and make soup for this family, how could he have caused those gangsters and gangsters because of the smell of fish soup?
If he had ideological awareness and had a tough attitude when both sides started fighting... those refugees would not be stabbed to death, and Brother Dadong could also be his father and take good care of his wife and children!
In an instant, Ming Jiali felt guilty...
Meditation on others is indeed harmful to others and oneself. However, if we let this group of people ignore it, wouldn’t they still starve to death because of lack of food? Then, whether I did it right or wrong, can anyone tell me the answer?
Lost a dog!You fuckingly killed Brother Dong, I want you to pay your life!
Can he afford Dong Ge's life? Can he afford his brothers' lives? Kill him will not relieve his hatred. I want to eat his flesh, drink his blood, pump his tendons, and peel his skin!
No matter so many, beat him, beat him to death!
After mourning the death of Dadong and his companions, the remaining refugees were filled with hatred and stared at the persevering dog. Both of his wrists were twisted unnaturally, red and swollen, obviously broken bones.
The dog was originally extremely persevering and could take pain and endure pain. A broken bone was nothing. However, a trace of strong true energy that Ming Jiao had just strengthened and rushed into his body, raging his meridians like a running knife, causing him to roll on the ground, tears falling.
A group of refugees carried the stool, picked up the knife, picked up the iron pillar, and greeted Sang Dog mercilessly. They beat Sang Dog to howl, and struggled as if they were tiny white rats thrown into the oil pan. Then several refugees even more severely picked Sang Dog's tendons and slashed off his eyes, and forced the two disgusting eyeballs that were red, white and black into Sang Dog's mouth. Sang Dog was unwilling to eat them, so the refugees cut off Sang Dog's lips and tongue with a knife!
Cruel?
Not cruel!
Such a little torture is nothing for a person like Sang Gou who is full of evil deeds. So many people are raped, killed, killed, and killed by Sang Gou. Their souls must have felt relieved in hell, right?
Ming Jiali looked at him blankly.
He squirmed his lips and subconsciously wanted to stop them... But as soon as the words reached his throat, he forced the impulse to suppress it.
You can't help scum like Sang Gou...
Ming Jiali subconsciously disliked a gangster like Sang Gou who stared at the nose. Although Sang Gou is also a human being, Sang Gou's heart has long been betrayed to the devil. If he continues to live, he will only endanger more innocent people, making thousands of refugees worse than death!
Yes, even babies are not spared, even food to save others' lives, and even the blood of people who are hungry... Such people are not to be cherished!
Ming Jiali suddenly felt that these refugees were even more pity than they thought. It was a miracle that they could survive until now.
There are so many people in this world who are crazy like Sang Dog... Ming Jiali can protect this room today, so what about tomorrow?
What about the day after tomorrow?
There are millions of refugees in Yongcheng, how can he protect them?
Ming Jiali felt a headache. He envied his past when he was in chaos... because he was stupid all day and his mind was blank. He just needed to smile foolishly every day and would not be disturbed by any external factors.
Master Haitang said that all the compatriots in Yongcheng were placed properly... Now Ersha saw this miserable situation. They were not full or warm in food, and were bullied every day... If Ersha could become smart, they could manage Yongcheng well. If Ersha was strong enough, they could defeat all the invading insects. If Ersha could save everyone...
At this moment, Ming Jiali felt deeply powerless, but more motivation emerged. He had a goal and pursuit for the first time, which was to end this damn end of the world!
A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. Ming Jiali did not consider the feasibility and difficulty of this goal. He just wanted to realize this ideal... Perhaps, he, a fool, should not pursue anything, but at least he could do his best to Yongcheng.
Half an hour later...
The dog was chopped into meat sauce, and the emotions of the refugees had stabilized slightly. The aunts, aunts, elderly and children who were hiding also sneaked out of the room. The originally bloody living room was also slightly cleaned, but the blood stains on the floor and the walls could not be cleaned up...
The mother was so crying that she could not accept the fact that her husband died.
The baby was also tired from crying and was falling asleep peacefully. It was carefree and had not yet formally faced this cruel world...
2. Ersha is going back...
Ming Jiali bowed to the refugees, smelling a strong smell of blood in his nose, and said in a muffled voice:
But... Please rest assured, uncles and aunts. After Ersha and Ersha return, they will definitely let Master Haitang uphold justice... and send relief food, and you will definitely not go hungry...
After saying that, Ming Jiali turned around and stepped amid the resignation of the refugees, opened the old wooden door, and stepped out of the threshold...
Outside, there was still a thick pile of pure white snow, blowing the cold wind.
But what surprised Ming Jiali was that... a graceful figure stood not far away. She stood proudly on the snow. Although the sky was dim, she exuded a terrifying light that was hard to see in the naked eye like a ball of light!
Ming Jiali couldn't see her face clearly because she was wearing big sunglasses and a big hat on her head. However, from her soft face contour and delicate lip and nose curves, Ming Jiali could still see that she was a woman, and she was a beautiful woman much more beautiful than Master Haitang...
Although she had a big hat, Ming Jiali could still see the delicate bangs hanging from her forehead. It was a pure white that was even whiter than snow, stunningly white and beautifully white. She seemed to have a simple ponytail, which did not let her hair hang on her shoulders, but she had a clean and neat beauty...
Bang bang!
Ming Jiali's heart beats wildly and his blood flows backwards!
It's beautiful and amazing. Even though he is a fool, he still feels his soul trembling!
On the other side...
Li Jiayu was talking impatiently to the dark octopus lying on his shoulder.
This is where I lived when I was a child... I saw it. It was quite dilapidated, but it was very lively when I was a child... Huh?
As Li Jiayu spoke, she saw the wooden door of the old house being opened, and an ugly man with a sterling silver mask walked out of it!
The man was ugly, his face was covered with scars, his expression was quite dull, and his eyes were not focused.
However, Li Jiayu's whole body trembled, her eyes widened as if she was hit by five thunder, and she looked at the scared man in horror as if she had seen a ghost, with an incredible expression on her face...
Brother Dadong, are you okay?
Ming Jiali quickly squatted down to check Brother Dadong's injuries, but saw a huge wound in his lower abdomen, two of the fingers, which were very deep. It was obvious that the blade was completely stabbed in when he was stabbed just now...
Brother Dadong is a strong man of 1.9 meters. He has an extraordinary physique. If he is stabbed in normal times, he will not be in danger of life. However, since the end of the world, he has not been able to continue three meals, has been poor in nutrition, and his physical fitness has declined a lot. In addition, he has been hungry these two days and has had problems with his stomach. So hard that he has been stabbed in the stomach again...
Cough...you, you are the inheritor...
Blood kept flowing from the corner of Brother Dadong's mouth. His eyes widened to the limit, and his body was still spasming. He grabbed Ming Jiali's sleeve tightly, and said hoarsely after using all his strength:
Me, I can't do it, but I hope you can help me with one thing...
Don’t, don’t talk. Ershazi uses true qi to help you treat you. Although he has never tried to help others heal his injuries, Ersha has seen Master Haitang use it...
Ming Jiali hurriedly pressed his palm on Dadong's abdomen and continuously injected his true qi, but it didn't work. The true qi input by Ming Jiali was too fierce and domineering. Not only could not protect Dadong's heart, but it accelerated Dadong's death!
I can no longer do it... Promise me, please promise me that after I die, I will help take care of my wife and children, at least... at least make the mother and son not hungry. Is it OK? I, Li Weidong, will be a cow and horse for you in the next life...
Every time Brother Dadong said a word, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength. Mingjiali was almost in a hurry to cry. He wanted to help this man, but he couldn't help...
Ersha will help... Ersha will ask Master Haitang to help apply for relief food...
Thank you, thank you again...
Brother Dadong murmured, and a gratified smile appeared on his face. It was a kind of relief without regrets. He could entrust his wife and children to a powerful inheritor before he died. I think his wife and children could not be bullied and hungry, right?
The vitality completely dissipated from the middle-aged man's body, and he slowly closed his eyes and swallowed completely.
The injured refugees were crying, holding Dadong's body and crying loudly. Just at this moment, the baby's loud and shrill cry came from the side room, as if playing a sad song for his father's death...
Ming Jiali stood up, swallowed a mouthful of bitter saliva, and felt the thick sadness for the first time.
He looked around, but saw several corpses lying on the ground. Yes, in the melee just now, several pale-faced and thin men were stabbed to death by the gangster...
These are all Ming Jiali’s fault!
If he hadn't meddled with other people's business and went to catch fish and make soup for this family, how could he have caused those gangsters and gangsters because of the smell of fish soup?
If he had ideological awareness and had a tough attitude when both sides started fighting... those refugees would not be stabbed to death, and Brother Dadong could also be his father and take good care of his wife and children!
In an instant, Ming Jiali felt guilty...
Meditation on others is indeed harmful to others and oneself. However, if we let this group of people ignore it, wouldn’t they still starve to death because of lack of food? Then, whether I did it right or wrong, can anyone tell me the answer?
Lost a dog!You fuckingly killed Brother Dong, I want you to pay your life!
Can he afford Dong Ge's life? Can he afford his brothers' lives? Kill him will not relieve his hatred. I want to eat his flesh, drink his blood, pump his tendons, and peel his skin!
No matter so many, beat him, beat him to death!
After mourning the death of Dadong and his companions, the remaining refugees were filled with hatred and stared at the persevering dog. Both of his wrists were twisted unnaturally, red and swollen, obviously broken bones.
The dog was originally extremely persevering and could take pain and endure pain. A broken bone was nothing. However, a trace of strong true energy that Ming Jiao had just strengthened and rushed into his body, raging his meridians like a running knife, causing him to roll on the ground, tears falling.
A group of refugees carried the stool, picked up the knife, picked up the iron pillar, and greeted Sang Dog mercilessly. They beat Sang Dog to howl, and struggled as if they were tiny white rats thrown into the oil pan. Then several refugees even more severely picked Sang Dog's tendons and slashed off his eyes, and forced the two disgusting eyeballs that were red, white and black into Sang Dog's mouth. Sang Dog was unwilling to eat them, so the refugees cut off Sang Dog's lips and tongue with a knife!
Cruel?
Not cruel!
Such a little torture is nothing for a person like Sang Gou who is full of evil deeds. So many people are raped, killed, killed, and killed by Sang Gou. Their souls must have felt relieved in hell, right?
Ming Jiali looked at him blankly.
He squirmed his lips and subconsciously wanted to stop them... But as soon as the words reached his throat, he forced the impulse to suppress it.
You can't help scum like Sang Gou...
Ming Jiali subconsciously disliked a gangster like Sang Gou who stared at the nose. Although Sang Gou is also a human being, Sang Gou's heart has long been betrayed to the devil. If he continues to live, he will only endanger more innocent people, making thousands of refugees worse than death!
Yes, even babies are not spared, even food to save others' lives, and even the blood of people who are hungry... Such people are not to be cherished!
Ming Jiali suddenly felt that these refugees were even more pity than they thought. It was a miracle that they could survive until now.
There are so many people in this world who are crazy like Sang Dog... Ming Jiali can protect this room today, so what about tomorrow?
What about the day after tomorrow?
There are millions of refugees in Yongcheng, how can he protect them?
Ming Jiali felt a headache. He envied his past when he was in chaos... because he was stupid all day and his mind was blank. He just needed to smile foolishly every day and would not be disturbed by any external factors.
Master Haitang said that all the compatriots in Yongcheng were placed properly... Now Ersha saw this miserable situation. They were not full or warm in food, and were bullied every day... If Ersha could become smart, they could manage Yongcheng well. If Ersha was strong enough, they could defeat all the invading insects. If Ersha could save everyone...
At this moment, Ming Jiali felt deeply powerless, but more motivation emerged. He had a goal and pursuit for the first time, which was to end this damn end of the world!
A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. Ming Jiali did not consider the feasibility and difficulty of this goal. He just wanted to realize this ideal... Perhaps, he, a fool, should not pursue anything, but at least he could do his best to Yongcheng.
Half an hour later...
The dog was chopped into meat sauce, and the emotions of the refugees had stabilized slightly. The aunts, aunts, elderly and children who were hiding also sneaked out of the room. The originally bloody living room was also slightly cleaned, but the blood stains on the floor and the walls could not be cleaned up...
The mother was so crying that she could not accept the fact that her husband died.
The baby was also tired from crying and was falling asleep peacefully. It was carefree and had not yet formally faced this cruel world...
2. Ersha is going back...
Ming Jiali bowed to the refugees, smelling a strong smell of blood in his nose, and said in a muffled voice:
But... Please rest assured, uncles and aunts. After Ersha and Ersha return, they will definitely let Master Haitang uphold justice... and send relief food, and you will definitely not go hungry...
After saying that, Ming Jiali turned around and stepped amid the resignation of the refugees, opened the old wooden door, and stepped out of the threshold...
Outside, there was still a thick pile of pure white snow, blowing the cold wind.
But what surprised Ming Jiali was that... a graceful figure stood not far away. She stood proudly on the snow. Although the sky was dim, she exuded a terrifying light that was hard to see in the naked eye like a ball of light!
Ming Jiali couldn't see her face clearly because she was wearing big sunglasses and a big hat on her head. However, from her soft face contour and delicate lip and nose curves, Ming Jiali could still see that she was a woman, and she was a beautiful woman much more beautiful than Master Haitang...
Although she had a big hat, Ming Jiali could still see the delicate bangs hanging from her forehead. It was a pure white that was even whiter than snow, stunningly white and beautifully white. She seemed to have a simple ponytail, which did not let her hair hang on her shoulders, but she had a clean and neat beauty...
Bang bang!
Ming Jiali's heart beats wildly and his blood flows backwards!
It's beautiful and amazing. Even though he is a fool, he still feels his soul trembling!
On the other side...
Li Jiayu was talking impatiently to the dark octopus lying on his shoulder.
This is where I lived when I was a child... I saw it. It was quite dilapidated, but it was very lively when I was a child... Huh?
As Li Jiayu spoke, she saw the wooden door of the old house being opened, and an ugly man with a sterling silver mask walked out of it!
The man was ugly, his face was covered with scars, his expression was quite dull, and his eyes were not focused.
However, Li Jiayu's whole body trembled, her eyes widened as if she was hit by five thunder, and she looked at the scared man in horror as if she had seen a ghost, with an incredible expression on her face...
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