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The boy jumped directly in front of Dorje at the moment Dorje took action against Sanzhang and kicked Dorje in the forearm.

The weapon in Duoji's hand was kicked away, and the bullet also deviated from its original trajectory.

Duoji reacted very quickly. He quickly took out a dagger and stabbed the boy who had done something bad to him.

The young man was too close to him and couldn't dodge. He was stabbed in the hand, maybe it cut an artery, and bright red blood spurted out.

While running for their lives, the three headless flies did not forget to watch the excitement. When they saw the young man being injured, they made a series of comments.

The young man didn't have much strength, so he didn't dare to fight him in close combat, so he could only keep a distance to look for opportunities.

Duoji also knew that he did not dare to step forward, so he stared at him closely, and then moved step by step to the position of the kicked weapon.

Sanzhang also saw his intention, and he was timid and jumped up and down while rushing forward without fear of death.

He was faster than Duoji, so when Duoji was still two meters away from the weapon, Sanzhang rolled up and rolled up the fallen weapon in his arms. After rolling twice, he jumped like a wild dog. Got out.

Duoji was furious and chased San Zhang with a knife.

The other three pictures are not good, but he has practiced long-distance running before, and his body looks small but he has excellent endurance.

The moment Neng Duoji got close to him, he always changed direction and avoided Duoji, who was rushing towards him like a mountain.

Sanzhang was so scared that he screamed wildly while running and dodging. His screams could be heard throughout the area.

Meng Er walked out of the room at this time and shouted to San Zhang: "Three!"

Sanzhang had never been able to grasp Meng Er's thoughts. Maybe this time when he faced the threat of death, Sanzhang was clever enough to throw the weapon he was holding tightly in Meng Er's direction.

Meng Er saw the landing spot and caught it, originally thinking that Duoji would give up three cards and chase him instead.

After getting the weapon, he turned around and ran. After running a few steps, he found that Sanzhang's voice was louder calling for help.

Meng Er turned around and found that Duoji did not come to chase him as he expected, but was chasing Sanzhang.

Meng Er:......

Okay, it’s just a waste of time.

The three screams were shrill, but in fact, Duoji didn't even touch him. He was like a flexible fish, able to find an opening and slip away from Duoji's blockage every time.

The young man stared blankly at the cat-and-mouse game in front of him, not knowing how to react.

Meng Er felt someone approaching him from behind. He quickly turned around and saw that it was the young man's uncle.

Uncle noticed his wary eyes and stopped without moving forward.

Meng Er distanced himself from him.

The uncle looked away and waved to the boy who was standing blankly.

The young man tilted his head slightly and frowned, seeming a little reluctant.

Apart from the sinister aura about him, the boy's little actions are actually quite cute.

But his uncle obviously wouldn't let him go because of his reluctance, and said directly: "Come here."

The young man walked up to him slowly, his head lowered.

The uncle's expression was serious, and he roughly pulled his arm that was still dripping with blood, took out the bandage that had been prepared in his pocket, and cursed: "You are seeking death, right? I don't know if I press your hand on the wound." Is it useless?"

The young man named Fu Qinghe lowered his head and did not refute, turning into a mushroom of autism.

The uncle bandaged the wound very quickly, and then told him to pay up and look up in a fierce tone.

Pay up and keep your head lower in an attempt to escape punishment.

The uncle would not give him this chance, and directly lifted Fu Qinghe's neck like a kitten or puppy, forcing him to raise his head, and then gave him a hard slap on his fair forehead.

Paying off and covering his forehead, he squatted down. The air within a foot of him seemed to be infected by him, and was filled with blue waves of gray mist, which represented the word "mourning" in capital letters.