Chapter 376

"Come on, don't say it. Lu San has really helped us a lot. Can't he be any less? You know I can't make much money."

Qi Hui looks at Lu San and asks pitifully again.

"Mr. Qi, just because I know how much money you can earn a month, they want 400 yuan. I knelt down and begged them, and finally agreed to ask for 300 yuan. I advise you not to help those children any more, and Matsui will give you a raise in the future. He is short of money recently in robbing land with other gangs."

Lu San's heart is grateful to Qi Hui. Although the people who have lived these years are not as good as ghosts, he has saved his life. He always protects these Chinese people, but it's really a shame to help the Japanese do things.

"Well, Qi Rui, go and give them three hundred yuan."

Qi Hui knew that Lu San didn't cheat him. He also knew that Lu San was not in good health. He was weak since he was a child. He had a high fever several times and almost didn't survive. He couldn't do these heavy jobs. In order to survive, he found this job.

"Dad! We'll just give them a little money. What will we eat for them? "

Qi Rui collects money. She knows how much money they have. The three hundred yuan is basically all their belongings. They haven't earned any money these years. They just paid the rent some time ago, and they usually save money on food. All the money is fed to these jackals.

"Get it! If you don't give them, we won't even have a chance to eat! "

When Qi Hui heard his daughter's words, he was very sad and angry. At that time, his son fought with them because he couldn't look down on them. As a result, his son was killed alive by them. This has always been the pain in his heart!

"Whooshi! Flower girl land... "

One of the Japanese people who came with Lu San drank a little too much. When he saw Qi Rui's sexy posture, he came over.

When Lu San saw the Japanese like this, he was so scared that he quickly stopped him. His eyes showed a praying expression, and he spoke fluent Japanese.

"Baga!"

When the Japanese got interested, how could they listen to Lu San? Lu San is a dog in his eyes, even worse than his family's dog.

When he saw Lu San blocking his way, he kicked Lu San aside and went on to Qi Rui.

"You... Don't come here!"

Qi Rui is a little scared. If these Japanese take advantage of her, she won't have to live.

"Ma, little devil, fight with them!"

Menghe is this temperament, see little devil unexpectedly want to start to Qi Rui, he can't bear to go on.

"Menghe! Don't go, you'll die! "

A man sitting next to him quickly pulled him down and whispered to him.

Meng he knew that if he started, he would not survive tomorrow unless he went to other places. However, when the Japanese police outside saw him, they would definitely treat him as a dog, because he affected the appearance of the Japanese city too much. The reason is so simple.

"Grass! I don't want to live this kind of life any more. I'm a coward. If I go to other places, I will die. Even if I die, I have to pull two cushions! "

Meng he is indeed a hero. An Su Dong especially appreciates this young man. He looks at him as 30 years old, but an Su Dong knows that this man is only 25 or 26 years old.

"Meng he, you don't think death is fast enough, do you? Get out of the way quickly!"

Lu San got up and covered his stomach while talking to Meng he. He kept on pulling the Japanese's clothes and kneeling down to beg for mercy.

"Gaga!"

……

Several other Japanese face with banter, happy to watch this farce, no means to stop!

"Dead!"

Under the pressure of alcohol, the Japanese lost some sense. Looking at Qi Rui, he took out a spring knife and stabbed Lu San's arm directly. Then he kicked Lu San's head. Lu San touched the stone platform behind him. Blood flowed from his arm and head, and the ground was dyed red by his blood.

"You... Don't come here, please let my daughter go!"

Qi Hui saw Lu San, who fell on the ground and wailed. He was very upset. Looking at the aggressive Japanese coming towards him with the spring knife, he had to pick up the kitchen knife and face him!

"I'm the ancestor of the eighth generation! If I don't kill you, I won't call you Menghe! "

Looking at the blood on the ground, Meng he did not have the last trace of concern, at most is a death, he is not afraid now!

"Pull... Hold him, he'll die like this!"

Lu three pain roll on the ground, see Meng River or want to work hard, quickly said with the people next to him.

"Menghe, leave it alone, or we'll all die here!"

The rest of the Japanese looked at Meng he, who was red and angry. They all took a spring knife out of their pocket. As long as Meng he dared to go up, there would be no good end. Several people next to him quickly grabbed him and left the restaurant. They could imagine the next scene. Since there was no way to help, they couldn't bear to see it.

"If you don't help me, don't pull me. You're not Chinese men. You're not as good as Lu San's dog!"

An Sudong listened to Meng he roaring outside the door, but he was incompetent. Several men limited him to death.

When the diners in the restaurant saw this, they were all gone, and there were only a few of them left.

Lu San struggled to get up, creaking and saying something. The Japanese in front of him finally couldn't stand it. He took the spring knife and stabbed Lu San on his head. Lu San opened his eyes in horror and knew that he was going to die this time.

"Ah... You asked for it!"

An Sudong couldn't see it any more. Although he understood the Chinese who didn't do it, he still looked down on them. He was so disappointed to see that Lu San was going to die by the Japanese. He decided to do it!

With the blessing of spiritual power, the invisible sword is still shining, which makes people see it cold and piercing. With the pain on his body, an Sudong uses Luo Yanbu, holds the invisible sword, and stabs the Japanese on the neck directly!

"Ho!..." Oh

Lu San thought he was dead, and his eyes were gray, but he was not dead for a long time. Hearing this sound, he raised his head and sat down on the ground. The Japanese spring knife was only tens of centimeters away from his temple. There was a three foot sword on his neck, which was shining cold and pierced his neck because he was short of breath, That's the sound!

"Bang!..." Bang

The Japanese didn't know how he died, and he didn't believe that the Chinese would dare to kill him. But when he saw the sword around his neck, he didn't have time to turn his head, so he lay on the ground. The spring knife in his hand also fell to the ground, making the sound of metal hitting the floor.