old man feeding rules

Chapter 300 Ring

If he just let go, Jiang Xun might be able to comfort himself, but when Song Yuzhi's eyes darkened, he broke his hand and pushed him back to the stage, Jiang Xun suddenly felt that Olig was grabbing his ankle It's nothing more than dragging it back again, even if it's the pain of broken bones, it's not as good as his loss at the moment.

Olig saw this handsome oriental man looking at the sky blankly like a dead fish, and his raised fist hadn’t landed on his face for a long time. As a competitor and a bystander of this relationship, he was a little curious : "Why don't you fight back, you can still fight, can't you?"

"Fuck, kill me, my wife doesn't want me anymore, I might as well die..."

It was also because he had been very nervous all the time, and he couldn't notice anything except Song Yuzhi. Now that he had calmed down, Jiang Xun finally felt the pain coming from all over his body. It seemed that every part of his body was about to go on strike immediately. He didn't even have the strength to stand up.

In the fight with Olig just now, he has been in a passive state and can only dodge blindly, causing him to suffer many hidden injuries that are not visible on the surface for the time being. When these injuries occurred together, he turned over to support himself and knelt up Such a simple action cannot be done.

Olig's situation is not much better. Although Jiang Xun seldom makes a move, every attack must be predicted. The kick is fast and accurate, and the strength is also extremely ruthless. It makes people lose their mobility in an instant. Even for a big man like him, it is not easy to be hit a few times. If he does not have a well-developed muscle protection, his bones may be broken by his kick.

"You freak, it's not easy to want to die!" Olig pulled Jiang Xun by his collar and dragged him up from the ground.

Jiang Xun only felt his body soaring into the air, and before his overwhelmed body could react, he was thrown heavily to the ground, defenseless, or Jiang Xun, whose body was unable to make defensive movements at all, was convinced by this, and immediately let out a cry Crying out in pain, a fishy-sweet hot stream rushed straight into his throat. If he hadn't clenched his teeth, he would have spit out blood on the spot.

Jiang Xun realized that Olig had lost his mind, and his next attack completely ignored Bailishu's order, and was aimed at killing himself. At this time, he could only save himself...

Jiang Xun looked at his right hand, and saw Song Yuzhi standing on the edge of the ring, ignoring a simple violence, he resisted the urge to open his hand for help, saw that Olig was going to jump on him, pressed At the moment when his bones and tendons were broken, he dragged his body that was almost falling apart, forced himself to turn over and get up, grabbed Olig's wrist that was not broken by his kick, and stood up with the strength of the opponent's hand .

Olig was like a mad tiger, his eyes were red and his saliva was drooling. Under the influence of the stimulant, he was on the verge of losing his mind. Jiang Xun gritted his teeth and didn't let go. Stepped on his lower back and jumped onto Olig's body, his knees were firmly stuck on the opponent's neck, and he did not let go even though the opponent swung wildly.

He knew that if he wanted to win, he had to fight quickly. In this stalemate, he had to strike hard enough. If he didn't control his strength well, he might kill this opponent who only used brute force on the spot.

When he was almost driven crazy by the desire to survive, professional ethics repeatedly whipped his little sanity, warning him not to kill a suspect who had not been convicted in a foreign country.

He was deliberating where to start so as not to hurt anyone. Such a brief hesitation gave Olig a chance to break free from him. Jiang Xun only felt a pain in his lumbar spine, and then his eyes spun, and his body was thrown down hard. I couldn't feel the pain, and the half of my body that touched the ground became numb.

His fierce resistance and astonishing movements just now ignited the enthusiasm of the audience, and they all shouted for Olig to kill him. When everyone blushed and shouted "Tear him apart!" From the bottom of my heart, I feel that this group of people is hopeless.

He clutched his painful chest and propped up his upper body, with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were blurred, his vision was so blurred that he couldn't see Olig's movements clearly, and even the words that reached his mouth were choked by blood.

When he was lifted up by Olig and thrown towards the audience, he heard Zhou Xuan's roar: "Signal! Signal to Bai Kong, you idiot! Do you think you can beat this Schwarzenegger? You'll die if you drop it from that height!"

In a trance, Jiang Xun saw his companion who was desperate to rush to the stage, and his strong desire to win disappeared at this moment. He tried to open his hand, trying to send a signal to the snipers who were ambushing nearby, but found that he moved in unison. Even simple movements like moving a finger can't be done.

Just when he was about to give up, the gunshot rang out.

He was lifted into the air and fell with Olig, but before he hit the ground, someone hugged him to prevent him from breaking a bone or something worse.

Jiang Xun shook his head vigorously, and his eyesight slowly recovered. When he saw that the person next to him was Song Yuzhi, who was clinging to him tightly, he felt that he had come back to life. The beating was really worth it.

Only then did he remember to look at his hapless opponent, and saw that Olig had been shot through the head. He looked around to find the lurking position of his own sniper until he saw Ka Suo who was still holding his gun on the stage. .

"Drawling, it's annoying, tyrant, you come."

Song Yuzhi looked at him suspiciously, as if he couldn't understand the meaning of the order.

"Don't listen to him! Xiao Yuzi, don't listen to his nonsense, look at me, I'm your man, look at me!"

Jiang Xun twisted Song Yuzhi's chin, but no matter how much he begged, the man's eyes never fell on him, but looked at...

Jiang Xun turned his head and saw Bailishu standing by the side of the high platform. Song Yuzhi pushed him away again with just an understatement like nodding his head.

Jiang Xun, who fell to the ground, curled up his painful body, and smashed the floor under him angrily, "What did you do to him! Give him back to me!"

"Give it back to you? What are you?" Bailishu sneered, "I want him, but I don't even think about whether I deserve it. Why don't you open your eyes and see who he listens to." Order: "Tyrant, kill him."

"No! You can't!" In the crowd, Zhou Xuan's angry roar cut through the noise of people booing, "Bailishu, you can't afford the consequences, and you can return him to us while he left you room. What you do here afterward has nothing to do with us, we only ask you to release the Chinese citizen!"

Ka Suo sarcastically said: "What qualifications do you have to negotiate terms? If you recognize who is in charge here, and if you violate the rules here, none of you can leave. Besides, you don't think that you are worthy of having him now, right? "

Bailishu did not intervene in the dispute between the two, but gave Song Yuzhi another order, "I said, kill him."

Song Yuzhi looked down at Jiang Punishment, cold and gloomy, with strange emotions in his eyes that he had never seen before.

Jiang Xun struggled to stand up, trying to press Song Yuzhi's shoulders to calm him down, but as soon as he stretched out his hands, his wrists were bound, and then Song Yuzhi threw him away at a speed that was difficult for him to react His shoulder fell heavily to the ground, and Jiang Xun, who hadn't expected him to shoot suddenly, was unprepared. When he hit the ground, his whole body was slapped on the ground, and the pain hit him instantly. Even he couldn't help but yelped in pain.

"Song Yuzhi! You fucking beat me, you actually beat me! You can't go home and close the door to solve the problem if you have a grudge in your heart. If you insist on beating me up in public, I don't want to lose face!"

Fearing that this ignorant wolf cub would hit him hard, he would pin him on the stage and beat him to death in public. Jiang Xun, who couldn't afford to lose this man, quickly rolled and opened the distance between him and him, holding on to the railing to keep Balance half kneeling on the ground.

He was still a little dizzy at first, but the sharp pain in his right shoulder forced him to stay awake. He touched his dislocated joint, gritted his teeth and snapped the misplaced bone back to its original position. The pain was so painful that he could hardly kneel. He stopped, looking at the person who made him extremely strange, feeling very sad in his heart.

Ka Suo ordered someone to drag Olig's body down, and Song Yuzhi walked towards him step by step, stepping on the wet blood.

Jiang Xun took a deep breath, took out from his pocket the velvet box that he never left his body these days, and carried it around like a treasure, took out a crystal ring from it and held it in the palm of his hand, then ruthlessly threw the box into the off stage.

"Xiao Yuzi, come home with me, look at your injuries, think about how they treated you, I..."

He stood up staggeringly, and stretched out his hand to Song Yuzhi, but the man seemed to be frightened, frightened by his action, he took half a step back, subconsciously turned his head, obviously in afraid of what.

Jiang Xun's heart picked up, and he explained again and again: "I won't hit you, come here, let me hug you, and then go home with me, okay?" Seeing that the man didn't respond, he tentatively moved forward slowly. One step, "If you don't come over, I will pass over, don't do anything, I just want to hug you, trust me, I won't hurt you."

He approached Song Yuzhi step by step, and as the distance got closer, the joy of seeing the result of victory slowly rose, until he saw Song Yuzhi make another shot, choking his wrist that had just returned to his position and was troubled by disasters, Throw him out again.

That power didn't seem to come from a human body. If it wasn't for the gunshot wound on Song Yuzhi's shoulder that hadn't healed quickly and hindered his movements at a critical moment, Jiang Xun would have been thrown offstage at this moment.

He realized that something was wrong, and immediately adjusted his body balance. By luck, he corrected his posture in the air and landed with both feet, thus avoiding the consequences of half-body paralysis.

He tried to withdraw his hand from Song Yuzhi's palm, but that person's strength was too great, as if he wanted to crush his bones. Seeing the person lift his leg, he pushed his hands forward in reverse, pressing Song Yuzhi's shoulder and making a move The action of vaulting, jumped over him, stood firm, and then pushed Song Yuzhi who had just turned around. He planned to get away while the man was staggering, but he didn't expect his body to be so stable that he couldn't push it. the point.

Jiang Xun was stunned for a moment, "Damn, you fucking... Fuck, why did I forget, I should be the one who knows how stable your foot is, the fucking bed is comfortable, and it's hard to be beaten, you Almost got it!!"

He heard Zhou Xuan yelling from the audience: "You're almost done! Quick and fast, what kind of yellow accent, can't you see that you're bleeding!!"

If possible, he really wanted to send a signal for Jiang Xun, but they had previously agreed that Jiang Xun's signal would prevail, and other information would be shared through communication, but they never expected that such a large group of lunatics would gather here, and the atmosphere at the scene was boiling , making it impossible for them to communicate through the walkie-talkie at all, the sniper must be highly focused when targeting Jiang Xun, and cannot take into account the other companions who were scattered by the crowd. If Jiang Xun persists, this will be a dead end!

Jiang Xun lowered his head, and sure enough, the knife edge showed signs of cracking, and the trauma that Olig had just shot was also oozing blood, and the clothes were soaked in a large area, and blood beads fell on the ground in strings. If it weren't for the black physical clothing on his body, He could be in a horror movie.

When he was very tense, he still couldn't feel anything, but now that he saw his injuries, the breath in his chest inevitably dissipated, his eyes became dizzy, his feet felt weak, and he began to shake uncontrollably, waiting When he saw Song Yuzhi who jumped up and kicked him in the neck, it was too late to ask for peace.

The kick changed direction midway, instead of attacking his weaker neck, it kicked him in the chest, kicking him seven or eight steps away.

Jiang Xun knew that it wasn't the time for the pain, so he also became ruthless, got up with the last of his strength, ran towards Song Yuzhi, predicted the direction of the man's dodge in advance, stepped on his knee, borrowed With his strength, he rose into the air, clamped his legs tightly around the man's waist, wrapped his arms around the man, and shouted hoarsely: "Song Yuzhi! Wake up, open your eyes and see who I am!!"

Song Yuzhi, who was completely enraged, also went mad, and couldn't break free from the bloody man. He was stimulated to the blood in his bones, and several elbows with full strength hit Jiang Xun's ribs hard, as if he couldn't hear him at all. Seeing the man's wailing and screaming in a different tone, he just pulled him off his body, swung half a circle and threw his hands out.

Jiang Xun slammed into the metal corner post halfway through the devil-like brute force, and then heard a crisp sound of bone shattering. The severe pain gradually spread and became clearer. He was extremely weak and wanted to sit up again. But because of his inability to support his body, he collapsed again, and a big mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth. It was the first time in his life that he felt so aggrieved.

It's okay to be beaten by outsiders, but even the people next to him are so merciless to him. He has been a capitalized "miserable" in his life.

"Jiang Xun! Don't get up, he doesn't have the thinking ability of a normal person now, but he doesn't want to kill you, don't let him think that you mean to hurt him, he will really kill you!"

"Jiang! Wayne and Bai won't kill him, please help!!"

"Brother Jiang, admit defeat, you will die if this continues, Song Yuzhi doesn't want to hurt you, when he wakes up, he will collapse!"

The screams of the crowd seemed to be very close, but also seemed very far away. Jiang Xun opened his eyes with difficulty and saw Song Yuzhi who had already walked in front of him. He forcibly supported his crippled body and sat up. Not obvious, but enough to convey his intentions.

— He opened his arms and embraced the man.

He said, "Come here, let me hug you again..."

Even though Song Yu just rode on him with murderous intent and still greeted his face with his fists, Jiang Xun still hugged him.

Song Yuzhi's movements stopped immediately.

He looked blankly at this man who was bleeding head but had never touched him from the beginning to the end, unable to understand his behavior at the moment.

At this moment, he realized what the man meant when he said "I won't hit you" just now.

Why?Doesn't he want to kill him?impossible!That person clearly said that a person who stepped into this ring had to kill his opponent to survive, but why didn't he attack, or even fight back?

Did he want to let himself live?

Song Yu, who couldn't understand this, only remembered the order Bailishu gave him, which was to kill this man, but he didn't want to use fists and kicks like other people, it would make him bleed a lot, and it would be very painful. If he really wanted to If you kill him...

Just use the gentlest and smoothest way.

Song Yuzhi was confused for a moment, and then his veins bulged, and his hands, which were already stronger than ordinary people, grabbed Jiang Xun's neck, and slowly tightened...

The companions in the audience shouted Jiang Xun's name frantically, and tried to climb up the ring, but were stopped by the people around them.

Even at this time, Jiang Xun still clenched his right hand tightly, refusing to make a gesture for help, and grabbed Song Yuzhi with the other hand, and the force on his neck suddenly loosened.

Jiang Xun coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood foam, his eyes were full of affection, and his voice was weak: "I know you don't understand, and it's useless to say it, but I just want you to know... I'm holding this thing because I'm afraid I can't help but open my hand, making them think it's a signal for help, and accidentally hurt you... This is something I owe you for a long time. Today, I finally replenished it... In this way, I can protect you without messing you up. Lost... Lost the promise to you... Say it one last time, Xiao Yuzi, come home with me..."

Feeling the strangeness, Song Yuzhi lowered his eyes, and on his left middle finger, there was a dazzling platinum ring.

The blood on the ring is too dazzling...

The author has something to say: Thank you for reading the text, the little cute duck~

Thanks to Brother Xun's little wife, cute, for donating a grenade, thank you for feeding! !