The space boss's daily life of raising cubs, loving husbands and farming

Liu Tong covered his injured arm and stared in amazement at the squad leader who pointed a knife at him, "Why?"

"It's your fault that you know too much!" The squad leader looked fierce and slashed at him again.

"Ouch!" The sharp blade cut a long bloody wound on Liu Tong's stomach. The pain made him shrink back and turn to run.

Xie Zhiqiang came behind him at some point and kicked him, knocking him onto the prison van.

The prison van shook, Lu Chengjing opened his eyes, and a bright bead of blood fell from his long eyelashes.

"Xie Zhiqiang, I regarded you as my best brother, but you actually wanted to harm me!" Liu Tong stood up while grabbing the prison car, and asked angrily in disbelief.

Xie Zhiqiang sneered, "Brother? When Lord Li appreciated and promoted you, why didn't you think of me as your brother? The idea of ​​sharing happiness and hardships is all fake!"

"It's not fake." Liu Tong explained, "Lord Li has promised me that he will transfer you to his side in two days, and you will be his right-hand man with me."

"Hypocrisy!" Xie Zhiqiang snorted coldly and drew his knife to stab Liu Tong.

He didn't need Liu Tong's hypocrisy. As long as he killed Liu Tong, Lord Tian would promote him to the position of captain of the police and he would also get two hundred taels of silver.

His luck is yet to come!

Xie Zhiqiang was filled with passion and chopped faster and faster with the knife in his hand. Liu Tong could only draw his knife to deal with him, with blood all over his body.

While the two were fighting, the squad leader opened the prison van with a knife and dragged Lu Chengjing out.

Lu Chengjing fell heavily to the ground. Under the heavy shackles, the numb pain in his body suddenly intensified, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He coughed again and again, his thin back rising and falling, as if he was going to cough out his lungs.

The squad leader pulled him over, took out the key and opened the shackles on him.

"Cough, cough, cough..." His shoulders and neck relaxed, and Lu Chengjing's breathing gradually became even, and his coughing became weaker.

Just as he was about to stand up, a foot in a soap boot stepped hard on his shoulder, forcing him to fall to the ground with his face buried in the dirt, almost suffocating.

Almost instinctively, Lu Chengjing struggled hard.

Just when he thought he was going to suffocate to death in the dirt, he was suddenly pulled up and punched in the stomach.

He immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood foam and his vision went dark.

The squad leader pulled Lu Chengjing up by his hair, and when he found that Lu Chengjing had fainted, he put him down with satisfaction and turned to look at Liu Tong and Xie Zhiqiang.

Liu Tong almost turned into a bloody man. Now he was able to stand only because of his hatred.

"boom!"

Xie Zhiqiang knocked the official knife out of Liu Tong's hand and stabbed it into his abdomen. The silver-white blade instantly turned red, and blood dripped down from the tip of the knife.

Xie Zhiqiang pulled back hard, and Liu Tong spat out a mouthful of blood and fell limply to the ground.

Xie Zhiqiang kicked Liu Tong and saw that his chest was still rising and falling, so he said to the squad leader: "Alright, take that kid away!"

He screamed and ran towards the class leader, but it was too late.

A knife pierced through his chest. The squad leader only had time to lower his head to take a look before he died with his eyes open.

Lu Chengjing's face was covered in dust and mud, but his eyes were surprisingly bright, like a hungry leopard lurking in search of food in the middle of the night.

He gasped for breath, staggered and tried to pull out the knife. Bright red blood splattered on his body and face, but he laughed heartily with a terrifying look of madness in his eyes.

A small white porcelain bottle rolled half a circle at his feet.

Lu Chengjing immediately bent down to pick it up, carefully wiped the mud off the porcelain bottle with his blood-stained sleeve, and then carefully hid it in his arms.

Xie Zhiqiang was so shocked that he forgot to react.

Is this still the banished immortal, gentle as jade, Lu Sanlang?

The one in front of him was simply an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

A chill ran through his body, and Xie Zhiqiang couldn't help but shiver, and then his face became gloomy.

He was just a weak scholar who was also suffering from a long-term illness, but he was so scared that he was trembling.

Holding the official sword tightly, Xie Zhiqiang became extremely alert and rushed towards Lu Chengjing.

Lu Chengjing came forward with a knife in hand.

But he was already at the end of his strength, and his outburst just now was only due to the elixir in the small porcelain bottle.

He had been waiting for his opportunity since three men escorted him out of the cell.

He pretended to faint. The squad leader had his back to him, concentrating on the fight between Liu Tong and Xie Zhiqiang, and was completely defenseless against him. He knew his chance had come.

The water in the porcelain bottle was colorless and tasteless, but drinking it could increase his strength in a short period of time and reduce the pain in his body a lot.

Pick up the knife, kill the person, draw the knife, all in one go.

He thought his hands would shake, but they didn't. They were as steady as when he wrote or drew.

He thought he would feel guilty, but he didn't. His heart was as calm as a mirror, without a ripple.

Maybe his mother was right, he really was a monster.

Monsters shouldn't be cared about, shouldn't be loved, and shouldn't be born into this world.

It's all over now.

His slender hands could no longer hold the blood-stained official knife. Lu Chengjing closed his eyes and waited for his fate.

Xie Zhiqiang had several wounds on his body and was extremely angry.

He is clearly a scholar, yet he could hurt him so much!

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

His eyes turned red as he slashed fiercely at Lu Chengjing's neck with the knife.

Suddenly, a green shadow appeared between the two of them like a ghost, grabbed the long sword, and gently bent it. The long sword made of fine steel broke into pieces and turned into a pile of useless fragments.

Xie Zhiqiang widened his eyes in astonishment and broke the blade with his bare hands. What kind of monster is this woman?

Before he could think of an answer, Shang Wan slapped him on the head with a cold face, knocking him unconscious.

"Tsk tsk, so embarrassing." Shang Wan squatted down, stretched out his hand to pinch Lu Chengjing's jaw, took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the blood and mud off his face bit by bit, and asked with interest, "Whose blood is it?"

"All of them." Lu Chengjing felt like his whole body was breaking apart due to the pain. He looked at the person in front of him weakly with his eyes half opened.

It's clearly the same face, but everything is different.

"It's not a loss." Shang Wan was reluctantly satisfied and pinched his mouth open to feed him spiritual spring water.

Lu Chengjing thought Shang Wan was holding the bottle and pouring it into his mouth. When the familiar liquid entered his mouth, his throat rolled and he swallowed it all.

Shang Wan put his hand on his pulse, and when he felt strong again, he stood up, intending to check on the person who was bleeding all over the floor but still breathing.

Shang Wan felt a slight force on the hem of his clothes, and he paused and looked down.

A beautiful blood-stained hand was grabbing the hem of her clothes. Because the owner had no strength, she only hooked two fingers lightly. As long as she took another step forward, the hand would be left behind.

"You want me to stay with you?"

The owner of the hand didn't answer, but his fingers were so tense that the knuckles turned white.

"Okay." In Shang Wan's heart, his own beautiful vase is naturally more important.

She squatted down again without hesitation, stretched out her finger and gently poked the damaged half of Lu Chengjing's face, feeling a little unhappy.

Lu Chengjing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he fainted completely.

"What a weird temper." Shang Wan muttered, picked him up and carried him sideways, and went to see Liu Tong who was lying in a pool of blood.

As for witnesses, the more the better. She can't let this vase go back to jail to suffer.