Until the blood fell to the ground, the sound of ticking, the middle-aged man suddenly woke up, looking at the blade of the Luchengcheng pricking into the leg, slightly stunned, only laughed, reached out, drumming open Said: "I didn't see it, you are still a kind of infatuation, it is really touching..."

The middle-aged man made an impressed look, and he read the verse with excitement: "...what is the world of love, direct religion and death..."

Stopping the action of clapping, the middle-aged man turned his voice and his tone rose sharply: "...but we said that it is three knives, there are two knives, continue..."

Lu Bancheng held the fingertip of the handle, and because of the pain, he trembled slightly, and his tight lip was lost.

The middle-aged man waited for about a minute to see that he hadn’t followed up, and he was too lazy to say a word to the man holding the knife.

Holding the knife man's hand, still not working hard, Lu Bancheng clenched his teeth and pulled the knife out of his leg.

The blood flow was even stronger. After a while, the pants were dyed red.

In the face of the middle-aged man's optimistic eyes, he raised his hand firmly and stabbed his thigh again. He wounded two wounds and let him sigh with pain. Then he pulled out and took the knife. The third time I fell, I stabbed in.

The pain made him take a sigh of relief, then he breathed, slowly raised his head, and looked at the man’s eyes. After a while, he shook his teeth, and the words were clear and word-for-word. Q: "Can you take the knife and take it away from her?"

The man with the knife looked at the middle-aged man.

I have become like this, I still think about this woman... The middle-aged man taunted in the bottom of his heart and nodded at the man holding the knife.

The man with the knife put the knife away, stuffed it into his pocket, and released the hand holding the warm collar. She still fell softly on the floor again.

The middle-aged man swept his eyes and was stabbed three times. Obviously, he could not hold it. He slowly fell to the Luchengcheng on the ground. He yelled at the man who had been smashed by the Luchengcheng. "Find a rope and put him. Bundle up."

"Yes."

Upon hearing the response, the middle-aged man touched the cigarette from his pocket and ignited it, but like a big heart, he took a leisurely pumping.

He can't just fall down, he has to make sure her safety.

What's more, whether Wu Hao can save the warmth from these three people is unknown. He can't leave her in such an unknown danger.

So even if he falls, he will save her...

Lu Bancheng endured the pain, while turning his mind in the bottom of his heart, while observing the three people in the room.

In addition to a man, looking for a rope, the other two people have already started chatting about something else.

Sure enough, as he just thought, he was not injured, and three people would not relax their vigilance. He gave him three knives so embarrassedly, protecting her is one of them, and the other is to let the three people relax their vigilance.

Only then can he find flaws.

He has injuries on his legs, and it won't last long. He must take her to the safest place in the shortest possible time.

The safest place... Luchengcheng will look at the window where there is no glass behind the warmth. The river is outside the window. Through the sound of the whistling wind, the sound of the river flowing can be heard faintly.