Chapter 756

Whoosh -

Ye's gentle body appears like a ghost beside Fang Yan. Her arrival time is almost the same as that of song transplanting rice seedling. This shows how much she cares about Fang Yan.

Her body is in front of Fang Yan. She looks at Fang Yan eagerly and asks, "are you ok?"

"I'm fine." Fang Yan shook his head and said. What happened just now? What about the hammer of Song Dynasty's rice transplanter?

Kuang Kuang -

a hundred Li road also rushed to Fang Yan's side, looked at him anxiously, looked up and down, and asked, "can't you die?"

"Not dead." Fang Yan said. What happened just now? What about the hammer of Song Dynasty's rice transplanter?

Fang Yan has nothing to do with it and can't die. Unfortunately, it's Dao Chi and Song Dynasty transplanting rice seedlings.

Everyone's eyes were all turned to the transplanter of Song Dynasty. The focus of their eyes was on the muzzle of the bleeding gun on his back -

the transplanter of Song Dynasty was seriously injured. After he fell on the ground, there was no movement for most of the day.

When he woke up a little bit and wanted to get up from the ground - at least to change a slightly more decent posture, he found that the pain of the body cone like heart, the strength of the body was rapidly disappearing. If you don't get up, it will be very difficult to turn over.

He moved little by little, turning his back to the front, staring angrily at the gloomy sky, unable to accept the facts.

It is clear that he wants to kill Fang Yan. Why did he fall into such a tragic situation?

"And my hammer?" Song transplanting asked aloud.

"I don't know very well either." Fang Yan said with a puzzled face. "It seems that my fire dragon has taken it to the sky."

"Why can your dragon take my hammer to the sky?" When song transplanting asked this question, he began to cough violently. Cough cough, his mouth is covered with blood stars. His internal organs were seriously injured. Every time he coughed, there was a lot of blood squirting out. "Don't you have the heart of Taiji? How can your energy condense? "

"I don't know too much, you wait for me to go back to research -" said Fang Yan sheepishly. In the face of other people's open-minded asking for advice, the fire dragon's driver doesn't understand the principle. His heart is full of guilt, and he doesn't think he deserves to be a good teacher. "After all, it's just happened, and I need some time to think about some of the content -" br >

"why do you use a gun?" Asked song transplanting. "We are all people in the Jianghu. It's inevitable to compete with each other in martial arts. We don't care about using knives and swords. Why do you use guns?"

When song transplanting asked this question, ye gentleness and Bailu's vision also shifted to Fang Yan's face.

Yeah, how can this guy use a gun? At such a critical time - how could he reach for a pistol?

There are many hatred and grievances in the Jianghu. If you are cut off by someone, try to cut back one arm. If you've been stabbed by an enemy, try to stab him more than ten or twenty times - but never before has it happened that you've been cut an arm and then you've shot someone in the head with a gun.

Everyone agreed to tie into a non-existent but everyone is in compliance with the rules: no hot weapons!

Besides, what's a gun for these experts in the Jianghu? What is a bullet?

Among the world, Kung Fu is the highest.

It's their dignity, it's their pride. It's the forbidden area where they don't mix fire with water.

But you use a fucking gun - it's illegal to cheat, it's despised.

Fang Yan felt even more embarrassed. His face was burning with pain, his eyes dodged, he dared not look at Ye gentleness and Bailu's eyes, and he didn't want to look at Song tiaoyang's accusing questioning eyes. His voice explained dryly: "people are short of ambition, so take a gun to protect them. You also know that my Taiji heart has disappeared, your Kung Fu is so good, and you run too fast - I'm afraid I can't catch up with you, so I accidentally took a pistol out of my pocket and shot you. I didn't mean to. I hope you don't mind too much. "

Fang Yan's Taiji heart turns into a stillborn child. If you use your inner strength, you will burn yourself in the fire. Suddenly, Fang Yan feels insecure - especially when dealing with a group of Jianghu monsters, his heart is full of self abasement.

During the mission of Millennium palace, he and his friend Gongsun Qi experienced a life and death escape. Several times, they had no way out, and because they had no way out, they had no choice but to fight with blood - which gave them a chance to escape from the human purgatory and return to China alive.

It was this encounter that made Fang Yan feel the beauty of life and the importance of life.

He wants to live for himself, his family and his lover. He can't die. He needs to protect himself well -

so when he came out to protect the Phoenix, he specially prepared a gun on his body.

Gun is not everything. For example, when he and song chuyang fight alone, they have no chance to take a gun or shoot at all. Even if you take out the gun, you may not have a chance to shoot seedlings in Song Dynasty. Because just when he raised the gun, maybe song chuyang had already rushed in and twisted one of your arms - people like them are faster than bullets.When the fire dragon top he waved went through the air hammer of Song Dynasty, Song Dynasty and Fang Yan both had some trance. I don't know what happened in the middle of this story or accident.

In Song Dynasty, transplanting seedlings even became suspicious, thinking that Fang Yan was also a master of heaven's realm who concealed his strength -

to take advantage of his illness and ask for his life. Fang Yan responded quickly, kicking in the abdomen of the transplanter. What I didn't expect was that the old man, song transplanting, was so insidious that he took the initiative to escape by the force of reverse thrust -

Fang Yan didn't want to think about it, but he took a pistol out of his pocket and shot it at the back of song transplanting.

He didn't mean it!

"-" Song Zhongyang wanted to say that I really mind. I don't mind dying, OK?

"I'm sorry for you this time. If you have any request, just mention it -" Fang Yan asked aloud, looking at Song tiaoyang with a ferocious and twisted expression. He is a kind-hearted person. He just can't see other people's pathetic appearance. When other people look at him like this, he is immediately full of compassion - even if the person he is facing is the man he hates deeply.

"Please --" Song transplanting didn't finish saying a word, and coughed violently again. He coughed so hard that a lot of blood gushed out and then fell on his face. A generation of Daochi transplanting rice seedlings in Song Dynasty, the appearance at this time is really terrible.

"Don't worry, speak slowly -" Fang Yan consoled. "Apart from you, we are not in a hurry."

"kill me --" Song transplanting said hoarsely. He knew that his vital internal organs had been pierced, and even if they were taken back, they would not survive today. Now he is hanging his life with one breath. He doesn't want to die in such a mess. "Don't use a gun --"

he wants Fang Yan to blow his head with a fist. He wants Fang Yan to smash his chest with a palm. He wants Fang Yan to step on his neck with a foot. He wants Fang Yan not to use a gun anyway.

He is one of the seven infatuates in China. He is a famous person in the Jianghu.

He is a legend of a generation and the existence admired by countless people -

he doesn't want to wait until his death. When people in the Jianghu talk about him, they all say that song transplanting is a generation of outstanding people. Although he failed to enter the main Taoist gate at last, his accomplishments are unfathomable and he is the most outstanding person in the hundred years of Taoist gate. Unfortunately, he was shot dead by Fang Yan.

He was so afraid that the last sentence would be on his head and ruin his reputation.

He hopes that he died in battle and was killed by the peerless magic of the inner Jianghu -

this is very important, which is not hard for people in the inner Jianghu to realize.

"That's what it requires?" Fang Yan asked.

"That's what it requires." Song Dynasty transplants rice seedling in the heart a joy. Fang Yan agreed? This guy is not as bad as he thought. Although he has been very bad in his mind, but - his imagination of Fangyan is still worse than the current Fangyan.

"Are there any other requirements?" Fang Yan asked.

"No more." The eyelids of transplanting seedlings in Song Dynasty were becoming heavier and heavier, and they could not be opened any more. He knew he was going to die, and he was in a bit of a hurry. If Fang Yan doesn't make a move or step out again, he will be shot dead by Fang Yan - he will be stared at the stigma of history, and he can't accept this fate.

"This is the last request before you die -" Fang Yan can't help grinning and said, "I hate you so much, how can I promise you?"

"-" Song's eyes were closed, but his body was still twitching violently.

He's angry. He's really angry.

If there is any chance, I really want to jump up and beat Fang Yan fiercely. He wants to eat his meat and drink his blood? In the face of such human scum - animal scum, it should be ground into mud as soon as we meet.

Fang Yan smiles shyly under Ye gentleness and Bailu's eyes. Then he raises his pistol and pulls the trigger on the body of Daochi song transplanter -

bang!

Bang!

Bang! ——

He finished the five remaining bullets in the pistol in one go.

A generation of Daochi and Song Dynasty transplanters closed their eyes forever.

Die in peace!

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