Chang Yishan had no intention to shoot.
But Lin Huayin's move caught him off guard. He lost control of his emotions and his sensitive nerves were on the verge of exploding.
He would never dare to kill Lin Huayin.
The power behind Lin Huayin was not one that he dared to provoke. Even if he had Justin's support, he would not be able to protect him.
But he must kill Xiao Zheng tonight!
And Lin Huayin was his only reliance at the moment.
Once Lin Huayin escaped, his entire plan would be completely disrupted. Mu Qingsong might not be able to keep Xiao Zheng.
So, with all kinds of factors in his mind, he finally pulled the trigger!
Bang!
A bullet was shot out. Chang Yishan regretted it, but more than that, he was determined!
But.
What shocked him the most was that … When he pulled the trigger and shot the bullet, Lin Huayin's figure had changed dramatically.
The trajectory of her advance was actually so hard to grasp. The muzzle that was originally aimed at her head did not manage to capture her.
Instead, it missed!
The next moment, Chang Yishan only felt a sharp pain in his wrist. His bones were dislocated on the spot.
He could feel that it was not caused by the distance, but by a skillful force. A miraculous force dislocated his wrist.
But no matter what, his right hand could no longer hold the gun. It fell to the floor with a crack.
"You can't even beat me, and you still want to fight with Xiao Zheng?" Lin Huayin's eyes were extremely cold. She stretched out her hand again and attacked Chang Yishan's head.
The first style of the Dragon Claw was for defense, and the second style was for offense.
Lin Huayin did not have enough strength, but she used the Dragon Claw to display the skillful force. With a single strike, Chang Yishan's eye sockets were bleeding. He fainted on the spot from the pain.
Xiao Zheng saw from the corner of his eye that Lin Huayin had successfully knocked out Chang Yishan. The boulder in his heart was lifted. But at this moment, he was already powerless to stop the approaching Mu Qingsong.
The only thing he could do was to perish together with Mu Qingsong!
As long as Mu Qingsong was alive, Old Lin's safety could not be guaranteed.
Even if he had to die, he had to pave a way for Old Lin!
Bang!
Bang!
His chest was hit twice. It was as if even Xiao Zheng's three souls and seven spirits had been shaken out. For a moment, Xiao Zheng's blood froze. His vision turned black for no reason. The air that lingered around his nose was also difficult to inhale.
His entire body was instantly covered in beads of sweat. For a moment, Xiao Zheng felt as if he had stopped breathing. His limbs were bone-chilling cold.
The last time he felt like this was when he was stabbed in the heart by Soros's Hand of God.
This time, he was hit twice by Mu Qingsong's Earth-Shattering Palm.
His heart felt like it was being crushed by a huge rock. Xiao Zheng wanted to spit out a mouthful of blood to ease his breathing, but it was difficult for him to do so. His internal organs were burning with pain as if they were on fire. Waves of needle-like pain also spread throughout his body. He fell into endless pain.
But — he must not fall.
Even though he knew that he was seriously injured and the possibility of going to the hospital for emergency treatment was very small. But he could not give up just like that.
Old Lin's life was still in his hands.
Mu Qingsong's wild ambition at the last moment made him not dare to be careless.
He knew that if Mu Qingsong did not die, Old Lin's safety could not be guaranteed.
Mu Qingsong saw a cold light flash in Xiao Zheng's dark eyes, and he panicked for no reason.
He was hit twice. Even Bai Wuxia was probably exhausted at this moment and did not have any strength to fight back. But why was he still afraid of Xiao Zheng at this moment?
Could it be that — he could still fight?
When he thought of this, Mu Qingsong, who also felt a little weak, slipped and quickly retreated.
But just as he moved his leg, his left arm was suddenly grabbed by someone.
It was not someone else, but Xiao Zheng!
His arm felt like it was caught by an iron hoop. Mu Qingsong was in a panic and was about to hit with his palm. But his chest was suddenly hit by an iron fist.
Crack!
His ribs were broken on the spot. The pain was unbearable.
Bang!
In a moment of desperation, Mu Qingsong also hit Xiao Zheng's head with his palm.
The strength of the palm was shocking. It scratched Xiao Zheng's skin and made his face bleed. It was extremely scary.
Bang bang!
Another two heavy punches. Xiao Zheng was like a mindless machine, continuously hammering Mu Qingsong's chest.
On the other hand, after the second hit, Mu Qingsong had no strength to continue. He was beaten to death by Xiao Zheng's random punches!
Xiao Zheng's hand loosened, and his body fell limply on the cold floor. Because the pressure in his body was too great, blood kept gushing out of his mouth. His body also maintained the spasming posture before he died. It was too horrible to look at.
The punches had already overdrawn Xiao Zheng's body, which was riddled with holes. He let go of Mu Qingsong and did not even have the strength to turn around. He only opened his mouth that was full of the smell of blood and said weakly, "Old Lin, let's go home …"
Lin Huayin rushed over and hugged Xiao Zheng's swaying body tightly. Her face was no longer calm. It was frighteningly pale.
"Old Lin, I haven't had dinner yet …" Xiao Zheng had no strength left. All the strength in his body pressed on Lin Huayin.
"I'll cook for you. What do you want to eat?"
Lin Huayin's voice was trembling, and she could no longer speak normally.
She carried Xiao Zheng, sweating all over, and sent him to the front passenger seat.
She stepped on the accelerator and rushed to the nearby hospital.
Xiao Zheng's condition could not wait for the ambulance. He had to be sent to the emergency room as soon as possible.
Lin Huayin saw the fight just now clearly. She knew how serious Xiao Zheng's injury was. She also knew that Xiao Zheng wanted to kill Mu Qingsong without caring about his own life to ensure his own safety.
Suddenly, she hated herself.
Why did she always stand on the moral high ground and criticize Xiao Zheng for killing people?
How many grievances had Xiao Zheng suffered over the years because of her words? How many risks had he taken?
If he had not experienced it, how could she give random advice to Xiao Zheng's life?
If he did not kill, he would be killed. Did he have a choice?
No!
"Old Lin, let's go home …" Xiao Zheng lay on the lowered seat without any strength. His body spasmed involuntarily. His eyes were half open, but there was no light in them.
He did not want to go to the hospital.
He did not want to end his life in such a cold place.
He had been lonely all his life.
He only wanted to lie in his own home, on the big bed at home, before he died.
Moreover, it was unlucky to go to the hospital.
Old Lin had just gone through a storm. How could he go to the hospital?
Xiao Zheng still wanted to speak, but the blood seemed to be out of control and kept gushing out of his mouth and nose. In an instant, he turned into a bloody man.
Lin Huayin stepped on the accelerator and said with a sobbing voice, "Xiao Zheng! Don't sleep! You'll be fine, you'll be fine! "
Xiao Zheng struggled to open his eyes, but he did not even have the strength to make an expression on his face.
He wriggled his arms as if he wanted to hold something …
Seeing this, Lin Huayin held Xiao Zheng's cold palm tightly. She cried, "Xiao Zheng, don't sleep. I'm here, I'll be with you. Don't sleep … "
"It's been so many years — I've always listened to you." Xiao Zheng's eyes gradually lost their luster. His voice became softer and softer. "Will you listen to me for once?"
"I want to go home …"
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