Chapter 1292

The child in his arms is as angry as a gossamer. He may die at any time. Beside him is his closest relatives calling in despair. His grandfather's cry reminds Lin Tian of his parents. He can't help but move his heart and feel sad.

The hand can't stop. The silver needle sticks on the body and keeps twisting. Lin Tian's needle fingers are powerful, constantly pushing the silver needle in his hand, which makes the internal force constantly surge in the patient's body. The appearance of full attention has long forgotten the noisy scenes around him.

Just at this time, a group of Hooded thugs with equipment appeared. They were dressed in uniform black suits, jeans, chains, whistles, and choppers. They didn't even shout, and they kept throwing cold arrows at the confused crowd.

All the people who fled around were beaten up. No one thought that they were just watching the scene. Unexpectedly, they were beaten up in such a situation. There was also a fat aunt. The whole person was put into the practice of self Immolation. He looked at the mob in front of him in a daze and forgot how to escape from the danger.

As the mob got closer and closer, the fat lady seemed to be standing still and even forgot to run away.

A strong bald head, came to her in front of her, according to her head ruthlessly, fat aunt fell to the ground, forehead suddenly become bloody.

"You... You..." a stick, fat aunt seems to return to the original position, she can't believe pointing at the perpetrators in front of, just about to reprimand, see the shaved thug impolitely again waving the stick in her hand, forcefully knocked her to the ground.

Fat aunt in front of a piece of blood red, red from the wound constantly gushed out, stained her clothes, pants, and even the ground everywhere, in front of a piece of blood red, head Weng Weng Weng sound, a blank.

Fat aunt sitting on the ground, eyes lax, the perpetrators did not let her plan, but also on her head hard blow, bang, head and stick contact sound.

Fat aunt's face suddenly changed shape under the impact of the stick. She could no longer resist it. She leaned back, fainted and fell into a pool of blood. She didn't even bother to see the extra sight of violence. She stepped over her body and walked over.

His feet were stained with thick blood, and he stepped out blood footprints one by one. The stick in his hand was still stained with blood, trickling down. Other perpetrators, like him, abused innocent people violently.

No one knows who sent these guys. They just feel that they are more terrible than the evil spirits in hell. They have no faith, no mercy, no everything that human civilization has, and some have only savage killing and blood.

Innocent people have just been baptized by the explosion, and they are dazed by the thugs who come from nowhere. The young and the good ones can escape, while the old ones who are injured can only become lambs to be slaughtered.

"There he is." One of the perpetrators, with his bloody machete, points to Lin Tian, who is giving the needle to the child. Now Lin Tian has entered a state of selflessness, and he has long been unaware of what is happening around him.

In fact, only Tu Hu knew that angel Lin had gone out of the nine needles of the dragon and entered the state of too empty soul. Lin Tian must save the dying child. No one can stop his determination.

However, the mob found him, let go of the object of violence, they gathered together again, murderous approaching to Lin Tian.

Tu Hu, who is rescuing the wounded, sees about 17 or 8 thugs approaching Lin Tian. He is very anxious. He will never allow anyone to hurt Lin Tian. The scenes just now make his hand still shaking.

Lin Tian's injury made him unable to ignore it. He took a deep breath and encouraged himself. He went to the open space between the thug and Lin Tian. He overcame his inner fear and stood up straight to meet the approaching thug.

The gangsters were holding bright machetes. In the sunshine, they were so bright that Tu Hu could hardly open his eyes. He was still struggling to stay alive and refused to step back.

"I can't let them hurt Shifu even if I have to die." Tu Hu is breathing for himself.

With his thin body and open arms, he wanted to stop the thugs. He knew it was futile, but he still didn't want to give up his last insistence. He hoped that through his insistence, he could win time for master, even at the expense of the ego.

"Get out of here!"

The leader of the mob was wearing the mask of ghosts and gods. Through the eyes of the mask, he was cold and murderous. He was carrying a bloody machete in his hand to drive away Tu Hu coldly, as if driving away a disgusting fly.

The tyrant leader's powerful sense of oppression made Tu hu want to escape, but reason told him that he must not escape at this moment, otherwise, Lin Tian's life would be in danger.

He bravely straightened his waist, fearlessly met the mob leader's eyes, and said, "I know you are very good, but I'm not afraid of you."

"To die." The tyrannical leader showed a trace of playful pity in his eyes. He was like a God in charge of life, overlooking the earth. Tu Hu was just a living mole ant in his eyes.

"No!" Tu Hu was shaking all over, but his tone was surprisingly firm.

There was a little appreciation in the mob leader's eyes, which soon disappeared. His height was about 1.9 meters, and he was big. Standing in front of Tu Hu was like a huge mountain. No wonder Tu Hu had a strong sense of oppression.

Fear, helplessness, uneasiness and complex emotions spread and interweave in Tu Hu's heart. He helplessly raised his head, opened his arms and tried to stop the thugs.

"Things that don't know how to live or die."

As soon as the mob leader's voice fell, the fierce light in his eyes soared, and his fist like an iron pestle hit Tu Hu's face. The poor Tu Hu still had half a chance to fight back, and he fell to the ground unprepared.

Lying on the ground, Tu Hu completely lost consciousness in a few seconds. It was dark in front of him. He instinctively tried to get up from the ground, because there was always a voice calling in his heart.

"I must guard Shifu and not let him do any harm."

"I must..."

“……”

Urged by his strong belief, Tu Hu struggled to get up from the ground. A big foot in a cowhide high boot forced him to step back. The leader of the mob, arrogant as the king who came back from the ancient Roman war, stepped on everything and looked down on the world.

He stretched out his hand to point at Lin Tian, who was applying the needle, and ordered to his subordinates behind him: "kill this boy for me."

His order sentenced Lin Tian to death. The thugs, like bloodthirsty jackals, rushed to him, but Lin Tian didn't realize it. The consciousness of slaughtering tiger, who was trampled on his feet, still didn't recover.

The blow was really heavy. When his sight was blocked, his consciousness was confused, and his nose was broken, blood flowed out of his nose, and he couldn't stop it. He couldn't take care of all this.

"Master, master..." Tu Hu screamed in his heart, but he couldn't make a sound.

Tu Hu's weak call didn't wake Lin Tian from his concentration. His call was futile. It couldn't stop the mobs from attacking.

A thug rushed to the front and raised his hand to chop at Lin Tian. Once he was stabbed, Lin Tian might be dead on the spot, with blood splashing on the spot, and the child in his arms would also die because of the halfway treatment.

Tu Hu finally regained his consciousness. What he could do was to watch the thug with a knife chop Lin Tian alive and powerless. Looking at the tragedy, he cried hoarsely not to do it. Tears had already overflowed his eyes and blurred his vision.

The cry of despair can only be a helpless struggle against fate, which is of no help to Lin Tian. Tu Hu closes his eyes in despair.

A bat solidly hit the Thug's head. The Thug's head solidly got a sudden mug, and fell to the ground without humming.

LAN Yanmei is standing in front of Lin Tian with a stick like a ghost. Her blue suit is open, and she knows two buttons on the white shirt with the base inside. She is very aggressive and shows her thin chest.

Behind her, there was a line of security personnel to maintain order. Most of them were carefully selected. Even if their strength did not reach the level of special forces, they were veterans.

At the moment, they form a row with their bodies to isolate Lin Tian. LAN Yanmei, the leader, points to Lin Tian with a bat and says: "this is my man. If you dare to touch him, I will play with him."

LAN Yanmei kicked the thug lying on the ground like a dead dog, spat, showing extreme disgust, and said to the group of thugs who were still watching: "who dares to step forward, just like him."

Most of the thugs are desperators. At first, they were frightened by a sudden bludgeon, but soon they all saw clearly that there was just a pretty woman standing in front of them.

Many of them even fantasize about taking off the clothes of a woman who is just like a beautiful woman in blue smoke, and try their best.

Especially the snow-white gully in front of her chest attracts the eyes of people with ulterior motives. A series of evil eyes wander on LAN Yanmei. LAN Yanmei can't see it. Instead of being afraid, she is proud to stand up, like a provocation, more like a show off.

"Kill the man and take the woman away." The leader of the mob, wearing a cold mask, gave the final order with the eyes that made LAN Yanmei very uncomfortable.

For such an order, the mobs of course can't wait for it. They rushed up and waved their machetes and whistles to take away LAN Yanmei.

At the beginning of the mob's activities, a group of security guards in uniform behind LAN Yanmei take out the retractable stick around their waist, throw it hard, and rush to the front of LAN Yanmei one after another.

Two groups of people and horses quickly gathered together. For a moment, they were equally matched. LAN Yanmei looked back and looked at Lin Tian, who was totally unconscious. The sad old man had been frightened by the scene in front of him. He didn't even have any idea at all. He looked at Lin Tian and didn't move.

Lin Tianze is like a clay sculpture. There is no movement