Chapter 265

Smell speech, should Yong Xi smile, put the orange petals into his mouth, taste the sweet, sour, way, "cold, since I came to life and death street, I am the most comfortable time, I no longer have to work, just need to bask in the sun every day, very comfortable."

She knew that she could not live without the street of life and death.

"Is there anything else you want to do?"

He peeled the orange and asked her. His voice sounded calm, but he still shook.

Ying Yongxi turns her eyes and looks at him. She sees his head hanging all the time, which makes her sad. "Han, I'm not a good mother. I thought I'd last until at least your adult day, but I can't. I'm sorry..."

"You're not sorry, you're just tired."

He put the peeled orange into her hand, which had begun to grow.

For so many years, no one knows her better than him.

Ying Yongxi nodded, "yes, mom is tired."

“……”

"Han, I want to go to the dock and see the direction of my hometown." For a long time, she told him.

"Well, we'll go after this orange."

He replied, concentrating on peeling the orange, one by one, to give it to her.

After stripping, he got up and went back to the room. He took the blanket, medicine and hot water and stuffed them into a bag. He carried them on his back. As soon as he walked out of the door, he saw Jiang's father running in a hurry, followed by Jiang's mother.

"Cold! Cold! Let's go

Jiang's father rushed over angrily, "I just saw a lot of local ruffians gathering and said they were looking for your mother! I don't think it's a good thing that I look so aggressive! "

Hearing this, Ying Hannian's eyes were startled. He stood up and ran with Ying Yongxi on his back.

He heard Ying Yongxi smile bitterly on his shoulder, "who in the end hates me so much, I'm still so unwilling to let me die..."

Tears fell on his shoulder.

He didn't care to ask, so he ran with her on his back.

The sound of shouting and killing kept approaching.

"It's the cold that hurt you..."

Ying Yongxi embraces her son's thin shoulder and can't bear to ask him to put down himself. She knows that it makes him more painful.

Soon, a group of murderous and arrogant local ruffians rushed over, each with a machete in his hand, all of them wanted to see blood.

Jiang's father and mother protect them to escape.

Ying Hannian gives Ying Yongxi to Jiang's mother, picks up a stick and greets the group.

Jiang Fu went up with him. It was the fiercest fight in Ying Hannian's life. He couldn't see people clearly. He just fought back with all his life. Blood splashed in front of his eyes and fell down one by one in front of him. He was slashed one after another, and he didn't feel it at all.

When he turned back, Jiang's father was chopped to death on the road, his eyes wide open.

Jiang's mother fell in the corner of the room, with a blood hole on her forehead. She had lost her breath.

Ying Yongxi is lying on the ground, and his feet are dragged into the room by two grinning men.

"Ma!"

Ying Hannian shouts out, grabs a machete and cuts at the person in front of him. He rushes towards Ying Yongxi, but is chopped down on the ground.

He stood up in desperation and slashed people everywhere.

The road was covered with blood.

But there are too many people on the other side.

It's too much for him to cope with.

After a heavy blow, he vomited blood and fell to the ground heavily.

Several people stepped on his body at the same time, strangled him in the leg with a machete, and laughed wildly, "this boy is quite fierce."

"Han, come on, have a good look at your mother..."

"Your mother is so beautiful. I used to think about her for a long time, but I didn't have money for her."

“……”

Ying Hannian was trampled to death on the ground and couldn't move at all. He bit his blood and wanted to stand up. Someone stabbed him in the shoulder.

Pain tearing, like countless insects in his body crazy hiss bite.

He looked up, his eyes covered with blood mist.

Not far away, Ying Yongxi's clothes were torn off one by one, and those people acted recklessly on her. The small dagger stabbed her thin body one by one.

"You are very expensive. Someone paid us to solve you!"

"Ah -"

he cried out in pain, his fingers stuck into the mud, and blood ran down his shoulders.

"Han, go, go..."

"Mother, please, please live! Please

Ying Yong hopes for him. She doesn't care how much abuse she has suffered. She just begs her son

Ying Hannian gnaws his teeth and climbs forward, stabbing his shoulder and leg with a knife. He doesn't care.

The way he didn't want to die scared the villains.

So he dragged his blood forward, trying to cross the short road to his mother.

In the bloody sight, Ying Yongxi finally broke his breath in those red daggers that fell again and again, and fell there without dignity, with the whole beautiful face stained with fresh blood.After all, she didn't realize her wish to look at the direction of her hometown.

Ying Hannian looked at it and suddenly stopped climbing.

He knew that Ying Yongxi was dead and would never dance or smile at him again.

He fell there, his head down to the ground, his body full of wounds, blood completely fascinated his eyes, nothing to see

"Dead or not, boy?"

Someone kicked him.

"Dead, still."

"If you don't think you're dead, cut two more!" Someone impatiently said, "hurry back to get the rest of the reward, our people have died a few, and the money can be more divided."

"It's all rolled up Where are your knives? "

"Damn, there are so many things. Is it going to build a house over there? Just stir good cement, throw in, still afraid he won't die? "

Said, should cold year body light, was carried up, and then heavily fell into the cement, rotten cement bit by bit did not pass his body, did not pass those blood.

He opened his eyes and looked at the sky above his head

Originally, the color of the sky is blood red.

Little by little, the consciousness pulls away.

He didn't understand why he and his mother tried so hard to live, but they lived so hard.

He didn't understand who was trying to harm his mother.

What kind of hatred, what kind of resentment is crucial to this situation.

I can't figure it out. He's going to die, too.

"Brother Han! Brother Han

A cry came.

Ying was still stuck in the cement until a pair of hands caught him.

"Brother Han? Brother Han? Are you dead? "

Jiang Qixing tears as he pulls away the cement beside him and drags him out of the rotten cement.

“……”

He was as still as a corpse.

Jiang Qixing knelt down beside him and wept bitterly, wiping the cement off his body as he cried, "my father is dead, so is my mother! Brother Han! Brother Han! Don't you die

But what's the point of his being alive?

Mom's gone. He blinked. The pain was just like the one growing on his body. He couldn't move. He could only stand the pain and wait for death to come closer.