Chapter 470

"Mo Si, they just want to let uncle take our car to the hospital to see the elderly. Get out of the way. They have no malice." The metaphor goes straight forward and stops the ink four.

"No Is there no malice? " Mo Si's eyes are more red, he is not blind, "your neck is injured."

"He is worried that I will cure the old man and hurt the old man and be a child. I am a stranger and I am so young. He is worried that I will hurt his father instead of acupuncture. This is normal. If he is a person I don't know, I will not agree with you, right?"

"Then he has the seed. Don't let you give the needle." Ink four this just put down the dagger in the hand, looked at the man's expression also had some confidence, originally these people are not to fight, is to metaphor to save people.

Since the purpose is to save people, their business will definitely be OK.

Metaphor is absolutely OK.

"That's his father. He doesn't have seed. He knows it." Yu se said and began to smile.

Anyway, except for their own people, these Z people can't understand her.

She did not notice that the man's face sank and her eyes fell on the old man.

The silver needle fell and a minute passed.

Five minutes passed.

Ten minutes have passed.

At this time, Mo San has already vomited, and a pale face walks to the side of Mo Si. Two people, one left and one right, protect each other and squat again behind the metaphor color beside the old man.

Yu se got out of the car first to protect him and Mo Si. Now he feels ashamed.

Whether metaphor can save the living old people or not, they should protect it with death.

Around this time, a plateau scenery, which they had never seen before, was very beautiful.

But no matter how beautiful you are.

Ink three ink four as two statues of the guard metaphor, that picture fell in the eyes of several women in the car, also followed the tension up.

There were too many people on the other side. More than 40 people escorted the old man to see a doctor. It can be seen that the status of the old man in the hearts of these people is absolutely extraordinary.

This should not be an ordinary old man.

It was quiet all around.

But after another five minutes, the silence was broken.

More than 40 people couldn't help but murmured. However, the man who took the dagger before did not open his mouth, so they did not take any action. However, the worry in their eyes became more and more obvious.

Soon, the crowd moved.

All of them are going towards metaphor.

Mo 3 and Mo 4 look at each other. Mo 3 steps forward and blocks Yu se directly, while Mo 4 blocks behind Yu se. The two men hold Yu Se in the middle. At this time, either of them is destined to take the lead in attacking them.

If they want to die, they will die first.

This meeting son, because does not move does not speak, their breath has been slightly better than before.

Although still headache or nausea, but has been slightly tolerable.

They have no choice.

Seeing people rushed over, the metaphor was still motionless, and his eyes were fixed on the old man.

One side of the man is to hear the peer's query, this moment, suddenly opened his mouth, "Miss Yu, my father does not wake up, do you believe I have the seed to directly kill you?" When the dagger was picked up again, his eyes were filled with anger, as if metaphor had killed his father.

"Do you know Chinese?" Yu se was stunned, but he didn't expect that the man could understand Chinese, and he would return to her what she had said before.

"Tell me, can my father wake up?" Now the man only cares about whether the old father can wake up, and the rest doesn't care.

Figurative color solemnly nodded, "can wake up."

"How much longer? If you prevaricate me again, I will definitely kill you

"Ha ha, I was joking just to relax. Otherwise, you forty people will frighten my companion, don't you?"

"I'm not kidding you. I want my father to wake up now." One step forward, he reached out to push ink four.

Mo Si is not willing to let him push away. This is the best position to protect metaphorical color. It can't be moved.

Two men did it.

Ink four is cruel this time, although the action is still not fast up, but at last it is like a model, in a flash connected with the man's three moves, and was not knocked down.

Yu se looks at Mo Si's fight with the man. Her eyes are bright. She suddenly feels that she also needs to learn these self-defense skills.

"Mo Si, when I'm at my leisure, can you teach me some moves?" Now she has learned how to play code with Mo Jingyao, and then she has learned how to drive. If she learns Kung Fu again and the speed of her nine meridians and eight pulse method increases, she will definitely be a strong person.How did she think of learning kung fu until now? It was so slow.

"Good." In fact, Mo Si has no time to pay attention to metaphor, because although he does not seem to lose, he is already in danger. He is not good at fighting. He is a weak point in fighting, and he is hard on his head.

However, he was a little embarrassed that he had to learn from him at his level

However, we can't refuse.

So far, the only thing that makes her want to say less is to say nothing.

The old man is still lying on the ground, the silver needle is still in his chest, and there is no sign of waking up, but the figurative lip corner has aroused a smile, there is no sense of panic, that relaxed look gives people a feeling that all the people around her are under her, and they will not treat her like that.

But now, obviously, there is one thing to do to her, and she doesn't care at all.

"It's better to learn from him than from me." The man disdained to look at the four ink, cold hum after a kick to the four ink.

Ink four wants to hide, but if he dodges, the man this foot absolutely beckons to the body of metaphor color.

So, he can't hide.

The man stood there and was prepared.

Suffer, how much in the heart can be comfortable, otherwise before he is really weak burst.

However, he closed his eyes like a fool and waited for being kicked. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and directly took him away from his original position. He moved him at least two meters away. "You are stupid. Why are you passively beaten?" The metaphor roars at Mo Si.

Mo Jingyao's people are her people.

Her people, she will naturally cover.