Chapter 1193

Soon, the boy in cloth was brutally beaten to the ground.

Every one of them was merciless. The young man's face was not long ago painted, and scarlet blood was also found on the dusty cloth clothes.

However, even so, the boy still clenched his teeth and did not hum.

"Fight, keep fighting!" When the man in Chinese clothes saw the stubborn appearance of the young man in cloth, he was not angry.

Dense fists, such as wind and rain, greet the youth in the past.

Soon, the boy snorted and fainted. See this, the man of gorgeous dress eyebrow tip a frown, drink a way, "stop!"

Huafu stepped forward and kicked the boy's face. Seeing that he was still breathing, he said with a sinister smile, "wake him up! You know how to do it! "

A group of his attendants laughed at the words, and then several people went to the young man in cloth, pulled down their pants and peed at the boy on the ground!

"Cough!" The young man woke up and knew what he had suffered. His eyes were full of hatred.

"Take the medicine and let's go!" The well-dressed man seemed to be satisfied and ordered to go down and turn around to leave.

"You promised not to rob my medicine!" The young man in cloth clenched his fist and glared at the back of the man in splendid clothes with scarlet eyes.

"Do you have any?" The well-dressed man turned and looked puzzled, "I don't remember! Take the medicine

"No one of you is going to rob me of my medicine!" The young man rushed to the edge of the bamboo basket, held the basket tightly and stepped back step by step, with a face of vigilance.

"Against you, salted fish! Give me the medicine! " The well-dressed man cried angrily.

The young man took out the medicine from the bamboo basket and stuffed it into the clothes on his chest and held it tightly with his bow. The boy looks thin and weak, but his strength is amazing. No matter how they broke his hands, he would not let go.

So, a group of people were angry. Since you can't grab it, you can't beat him!

There was another brutal beating.

The pain on the body is boundless and endless. However, the pain is less than one tenth of heartache.

He is not willing!

Unwilling to bear this endless beating and torture; unwilling to die in such a oppressive way at any time; unwilling to bear the retribution of these bad people!

He hates it!

I hate why I was abandoned by my parents; I hate why I am a waste that can't be cultivated; I hate that I can't save my grandfather!

Dizzy and dizzy, the voice in his ear became more and more blurred, and even gradually away from him.

Is he dying?

That's good!

For people like him, death is more like a relief. That is to say, I feel sorry for my grandfather. Since then, I am alone, but I am still seriously ill.

The pupil of juvenile is gradually lax, consciousness begins to blur.

When he was about to close his eyes, there was a voice floating down, like the voice of God.

"Stop it

Qingyue's voice line, not angry from the prestige, people hear the heart of a tremor.

A dozen or so people stopped at the same time and looked at the source of the sound with a look of astonishment.

But not far away on the high slope, there is a black figure. The figure was slender, and the setting sun shone behind him, casting a long shadow on the ground, adding a bit of mystery to him.

A group of people rubbed their eyes and thought they were wrong. But when they looked again, the figure had already disappeared and appeared in front of them.

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