C93

Since meeting Su Qing, Ling Mo has rarely started with others if he doesn't have to. At the moment, he feels that every violent cell in his body is restless.

Every second, they are constantly clamoring for themselves not to stop. He wants to let those people shed more blood. He wants to spread thick bright red everywhere he goes, and let these people pay for the damage they bring to Su Qing with their cheap lives.

"Up

Seems to be ready, those gangsters make a wink each other, a slogan from all directions toward Ling Mo at the same time attack.

Although Ling Mo seems to be so powerful that no one can stop him at this time, what if he is one against ten or even more? It's said that they are outnumbered and occupy an advantage in number. The gangsters think that their move may still have a chance of winning.

But they totally misjudged Ling Mo's ability, because Ling Mo could not be regarded as an ordinary person from the beginning.

These people think that the fierce offensive in Ling Mo's view is just a slow motion children's game.

He turned to the left first, dodged the bayonet of later people's sneak attack, and took out his hand in time to clamp the man's wrist. When the next man waved the stick at him, he threw the man who had just been caught by him and couldn't move his hands face to face.

The bayonet turned a direction, then stabbed the head of the first gangster.

"Ah

The gangster's cheek was cut a deep hole in an instant, and the blood suddenly gushed out like a broken tap.

Ling Mo disgusted to shake hands, he threw aside like garbage.

All of a sudden, he felt a gust of wind coming over his head. He stepped back alertly and kicked up with a flying leg.

However, there was no expected pressure on his legs. It turned out that the gangster had two brushes. In the face of Ling Mo's attack, he responded in time at this critical moment.

He controlled his body, which was about to fall forward because of inertia, and let his body lean backward desperately. He really let Ling Mo kick in the air.

"Oh."

But he just breathed a sigh of relief. Before he stood still, he heard Ling Mo give out a sneering cold laugh.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah

Then a shrill scream came back to the abandoned factory. He covered his crotch and rolled on the ground. It turns out that he was kicked in the lower body by Ling mo.

This unfortunate elder brother hasn't eased his breath yet, and a man rushes to him. He doesn't take anything in his hand, but just hugs Ling Mo's waist.

And then came one, and another, and then another.

After fighting with Ling Mo these days, the gangsters on the scene basically don't hold any idea of muddling along. What they are thinking at the moment is that they must work together to defeat the devil in front of them.

Because he was so terrible, they lived so many years, never thought that someone would be so strong. Is such a person human?

Even if they go out alive today, they will be killed by him in the future!

So all the people rush on, almost become human flesh sandbags hanging on Ling Mo, trying to limit his action. Obviously, their strategy really played a role, and Ling Mo's action really stopped under their imprisonment.

However, Ling Mo stops not because he is suppressed by the crowd, but because he sees Su Qing move in the corner of his eyes.

Looking at Su Qing's naked appearance in the cold wind, Ling Mo subconsciously reaches out to her, only to find that her arms are tightly entangled by several people. It is clear that he is only a few steps away from Su Qing, but he seems to be separated by a whole century.

Yes, now he has no time to entangle with these scum, the most important thing is to take Su Qing out!

It was only then that he regained some sense.

While lying on the ground, Su Qing turns her head slightly. She looks at the familiar and strange tall figure in front of her eyes. Her first reaction is to hide.

She looked down again at only a few pieces of broken cloth left on her body. Compared with the cold weather, her heart was colder.

He has become like this, what face to see Ling Mo?

Su Qing curled up and buried her head between her knees. In her mind, she recalled the disgusting eyes of those gangsters and wensuho.

Will Ling Mo do the same?

She didn't dare to look directly at Ling Mo, but her whole body trembled, until the fear that didn't appear just now appeared.

See Ling Mo stopped action, let a group of people pressure on him. The bully who gives orders thinks that his scheme has succeeded, and he begins to be elated.

He picked up a dagger with his own blood from the ground and walked to Ling mo. Regardless of his hands can't help shaking, raise to want to toward Ling Mo to stab past!

"Go to hell!"

However, in the twinkling of an eye, when everyone didn't see clearly, the silver light flashed, as if he had life, and suddenly changed direction.The gangster fell to the ground before he could moan. And in the center of his brow was the dagger he had just held in his hand.

People Zheng Leng for a few seconds, numb toward his arms to see, only to find that they do not know when Ling Mo broke away.

And the thugs who were knocked down by Ling Mo can't help but be afraid any more, and they fainted directly. Even in the moment before they fainted, Ling Mo's deep and dignified face could not be erased from their mind.

A kind of fear named Ling Mo dominates the whole venue. They begin to think that this man should have another name, death.