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- Seeing the opponent's reinforcements arriving, Ye Cong was really at his wits end.
A person¡¯s power is limited after all. In Guo Degang's words, how many nails can you drive if you are covered in iron?
The so-called green mountains outside the mountains and the buildings outside the mountains mean that each mountain is higher than the other.
Is Xiang Yu fierce? Death!
Is Lu Bu fierce? It¡¯s also a violent death!
Is Zhang Fei fierce? Still dead!
No matter how they died, they did not die of old age anyway - no matter how fierce a person is, they will eventually stumble.
At this point, it is completely impossible for a person to resist, and it is difficult for a person to fight with two fists. Of course, the fierce man may have to count more, and may be able to defeat six hands, eight hands, ten hands, or more. But what if it¡¯s twenty hands? What about thirty hands? What about dozens more sticks?
At this time, most of the ordinary fierce men will leave behind sighs such as "A dragon swims in shallow water and is tricked by a shrimp, and a tiger falls flat and is bullied by dogs" to express the huge contrast between their powerful abilities and the harsh reality: Look Look, it's not that our army doesn't work hard, it's that the enemy is too cunning!
However, Ye Cong didn't express his emotion. Because, no matter how short the emotion is, you have to have time to say it out. With Ye Cong's current situation, he doesn't even have time to say harsh words.
In the twilight, Ye Cong stood in the middle, with the big man Ding Meng in front and the lollipop Tang Mingshan behind him. The sides were surrounded by members of the Qingshan Gang, all gearing up and preparing to give him a blow. Someone had succeeded just now, which made the gangsters suddenly excited.
"Master" is an identity, an idol for people to worship. What is more attractive than worshiping is getting to know a master personally. What is more attractive than knowing a master is worshiping a master. What is more attractive than becoming a master is learning from a master. The master stepped on it.
Everyone is thinking: How proud it is to be able to give this fierce man a blow with your own hands!
Now, at the outermost part of the circle of people, there are more longing figures surrounding them, all of them holding thick guys in their hands. Even though Ye Cong has three heads and six arms, there is no hope now.
¡°Forget it, I¡¯m giving in this time. If you can¡¯t kill me, just wait until I recover from my injuries and take revenge!¡±
After making up his mind, without saying a word, he lay down on the ground with his head in his hands and his knees bent.
You often walk by the river, how can you not get your shoes wet? Since I have practiced beating people, things like being beaten are naturally not unfamiliar.
As soon as he lay down on his side, Ding Meng and Tang Mingshan felt a little stupid: No, we were not fighting, why did he fall down? Look around again, what¡¯s even worse is that we have all left in droves, so where did these people appear from?
The two of them stared at each other, stunned on the spot.
However, the two did not remain stunned for long. These latecomers rushed into the crowd and, without saying a word, picked up the guy and hit him on the head indiscriminately.
Ding Meng became anxious, waving his hands desperately and shouting: "It's the wrong one! It's the wrong one! Brothers who are helping, you have the wrong one!"
? ? ? ? ? ? ? This kid thought he was sent by the boss to help!
Ding Meng kept shouting, and someone in the crowd answered: "If you call a bird, you will be beaten!"
Tang Mingshan looked in the direction of the sound, and suddenly felt something was wrong. He said to Ding Meng, "It's broken. They are not our people. Look at their arms."
Ding Meng also figured it out now. Although the sky is very dark, there are patches of white shaking in the black shadows. If you look carefully, you can see that there are white towels tied around the arms!
"Fuck!" Ding Meng scolded, "And wearing a white towel? Do they still think they are revolutionaries?"
Tang Mingshan was a little panicked: "Brother Meng, what should I do?"
Ding Meng looked around and felt that his boys could hold on for a while, so he spat hard on the ground: "What else can I do? I'll kill him! But I have to finish cooking this kid first." "
Just as the two were about to take action, a man jumped out from the crowd, wielding a big stick, and hit Ding Meng on the head.
Judging from the voice and posture, this person is really extraordinary: he holds a big stick on his head, drinks a few breaths to explode the spring thunder, is angry to death and flies violently, and does not give in to the black Li Kui at all. He is really a warrior. !
But wait, you look at his feet again. He staggers in three steps, grabs in five steps, staggers, and somersaults. This is clearly a silver-like wax spear head, and there is no threat at all.
Ding Meng didn't care about this. He didn't even look at him. He grabbed it with his big hand and the stick fell firmly into his hand. He then raised his other big hand like a sunflower fan and hit the man with a snap. on the face.
With a sound of "ouch", the unlucky guy flew three feet high from the ground. After a moment, he suddenly landed on the ground, rolled three more times, and stopped motionless.
However, this man's attack had no effect, but it successfully attracted the attention of the group who came out halfway.
"The boss is here!"
"There is a wrongdoer and a debtor, so let's find someone bigger to cut him off!"
So, these people abandoned their opponents one after another, rushed into the circle of people in three or two steps, raised their big sticks and waved at Ding Meng's head vigorously.
Someone may ask at this time, aren¡¯t there two people here? Besides Ding Meng, isn't there also a lollipop Tang Mingshan? Why did these people only greet Ding Meng but not trouble Tang Mingshan?
You are asking this, haha, why? There are only two words: conspicuous!
It¡¯s past seven o¡¯clock now, and the sky is already 80% dark. These days, the street lights in the center of the city are not uniform, let alone in this wilderness. The two groups basically relied on the weak moonlight to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, which is why the later groups were all wearing towels.
Therefore, apart from the conspicuous white towel, all that everyone can see is the dazed figure. However, don¡¯t forget, this figure is also different.
"If your whole body looks like an international standard, then if you don't look at your arms specifically, then everyone is basically the same, and the natural firepower will be dispersed.
But Ding Meng can¡¯t do it. We specifically explained in the previous document that Ding Meng is just like an animal, big and thick, fat and strong. With that size, one person can outshine the others. Standing in the dim moonlight, he is as eye-catching as an iron tower. You say, with such an obvious target and such a threatening opponent, if they don¡¯t greet you fiercely, who else can they call on?
Tang Mingshan? At this time, he had already hidden away!
Big sticks fell like raindrops, and Ding Meng was beaten so hard that he had no choice but to run away. Therefore, after Ye Cong, Ding Meng became the second tragic person today.
well! A dragon swims in the shallow water and is teased by a shrimp; a tiger falls down and is bullied by a dog!
Huh? This seems to have been mentioned for the second time today.
?????????????????????????????????????????????????? off. Let¡¯s take a look at Ye Cong again.
Ye Cong was already confused at this time, and his head was filled with black lines.
What was originally a certain death situation turned into a shocking reversal?
He got up from the ground in a daze and looked around. The surroundings were already in chaos. Ye Cong was lucky. He had an international standard figure. No one paid attention to him for a while.
At this moment, the fighting was raging around him, big sticks were flying all over the sky, screams of "ouch" and "mom" were everywhere, and no one knew who was suffering.
Ye Cong touched his head: "That's not right, I am the protagonist, but why is no one paying attention to me now?"
He tilted his head and thought again, it seemed like the big guy just slapped someone away, right? That scream sounds so good, but so familiar?
Although the voice is gone, the more I think about it, the more I feel like it¡¯s Wu Sihai¡¯s voice. It¡¯s broken. Isn¡¯t it really this kid?
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