Now Chen Qiping looks at his two broken legs which were cut off by Zhang Xiaofan not far away, and his face is also drawn, which is a match with the pig's head.

The teeth of a mouth are scattered by the fan, so it's not easy to speak.

A little white face is full of blood. How miserable it is.

It's really the rhythm of looking at the sadness and hearing the tears

"Chen Dashao, you... You must hold on!"

"After you go back, the clan leader will surely invite the master of Xinglin to treat these two broken legs for you."

"Please hold on, I'll call right now, cough... Cough..."

With that, Chen Haisheng just wanted to continue to say something.

But at this time, he was covering his chest and coughing violently, and coughing and bleeding directly from his throat.

Previously, Zhang Xiaofan, like Chen Haisheng and Fang Yongkang, who had been dragged away like a dead dog, directly abandoned Dantian Qihai by Zhang Xiaofan.

For a practitioner, once their Dantian Qihai is abandoned, it means that he has to draw a full stop on the road of martial arts and cultivation.

Therefore, it is no exaggeration to say that the situation of Chen Haisheng at this time is much more serious than that of Chen Qiping whose two legs were discarded.

At this time, Chen Haisheng's old face was as if he had been coated with white lime powder. He didn't even have a trace of blood.

Seeing the miserable appearance of Chen Qiping and Chen Haisheng, one by one, Wu Tianpeng felt very happy from the bottom of his heart.

Fortunately, he didn't listen to Chen Qiping's "two hundred and five" suggestion. He would rather die than follow Zhang Xiaofan.

Otherwise, I'm really going to sacrifice my life for righteousness now. I'm not as good as death to be tortured by Zhang Xiaofan

"Cough... Chen Dashao, in fact, you don't have to be too pessimistic."

"At present, the medical conditions have been so developed, Chen Dashao, as long as your broken leg is still there, there is hope to be cured."

"OK, if it's unnecessary, I won't say any more. Chen Dashao, just stay here and take good care of yourself. I have to leave in advance."

Wu Tianpeng rushed to Chen Qiping, who was holding his two broken legs and screaming. He threw a "you do it yourself" look in his eyes.

Then, he motioned to a few black bodyguards who had survived without being shot.

These black bodyguards also came forward one by one with strong eyesight and helped Wu Tianpeng, who was a little weak now, to walk out of the box.

"Hey, Mr. Wu, don't rush away first!"

"I just asked Chen Haisheng to call 120. It's almost time. The ambulance should be coming soon."

"I think you are seriously injured, Mr. Wu. Why don't you stay here a little longer, and when the ambulance comes, we can still form a team and go to the hospital together as a companion?"

When he saw Wu Tianpeng, he wanted to treat others as if he wanted to leave. Chen Qiping, who was still holding his two broken legs, also took the initiative to suggest at this time.

"Ha ha, Mr. Chen, I'll take care of your kindness first."

"My body is just a little skin trauma..."