World Tibet Bureau

They are all tried and tested safflower sticks.

There is a world of difference between Wang Datou and Hu San.

On strength.

I can turn over four or five without blood staining my clothes.

Fatty Xiao is relatively worse.

At this moment, he was facing a gang fight with more than a dozen Honghualang sticks with explosive force values.

The only way to survive is to die.

We picked up our sticks and roared forward.

A fight.

In the light of motorcycle lights.

Bizarre.

Thrilling.

As soon as we made contact, we directly knocked down five or six people.

But Honghualang sticks rely on force to make a living. If he loses, his job will be completely ruined.

Although they were extremely amazed by our combat power, they were very tenacious. They fell and rose again, and fell again when they got up.

Round after round, without end.

Fatty Xiao roared, the stick in his hand was flying up and down, his fists and feet were like a torrential rain.

With scarlet eyes, I almost knocked them to the ground one by one.

We also suffered a lot of sticks.

He was bleeding all over his head, face, and body.

gradually……

My whole body was covered with blood, and I could no longer feel any pain. I could only hear the whistling of sticks and the wailing of people.

Fatty Xiao fell to the ground.

him at this time.

But like a mad wolf, he forced himself to get up from the ground, his body swayed, and he turned over two more times with a stick, his face was covered with blood, and he shouted: "Come on! Come on!"

Fatty Xiao was knocked down by two red sticks again.

The two red sticks stepped on him and beat him furiously with their sticks.

I rushed over, kicked them flying with both feet, and knocked down a Lang stick who wanted to charge up again with a backhand.

As such.

Everyone started fighting around me.

They were venting crazily.

He vented the anger that was like thunder in his heart.

I don't know how long has passed.

My vision began to blur, blood dripped from the hand holding the stick, and I couldn't stand upright.

but.

What I won must be taken away.

unless.

Die here today!

Fatty Xiao also stood up from the ground.

I endured the infinite pain in my body, and endured the violent wind and rain of sticks. I stood tall and began to laugh wildly: "Happy!"

between voices.

I stick and sweep.

Several mournful screams came.

Several more red sticks fell to the ground.

after many years.

I recalled the scene of this fight and felt like a madman.

The bald head and the others began to look frightened, and panic appeared on their faces.

They were badly hurt.

A few people got scared and started to back away.

Once the potential falls apart.

unstoppable.

Fatty Xiao's face was extremely ferocious, his body was trembling, and he shouted: "Come on! Come on again! Don't be cowardly!"

No one dared to step forward anymore.

When we stepped on sluggish steps, showing murderous eyes, stepping towards them step by step.

They were hiding, shivering and recoiling.

Since then.

I can walk.

If you can't go, throw the red stick on the ground.

Throwing the stick means that there will be no more fights.

This is a complete surrender to us who are not afraid of death.

I tucked the stick into my waist.

Supporting each other with Fatty Xiao, they walked to the side.

Lu Cenyin and others have been standing behind us.

When passing by.

Lu Cenyin was completely stunned.

And the scar-faced Uncle Wang beside her showed admiration in his eyes.

It was a gift of attention from an old red flower stick man in the rivers and lakes.

we won.

Today, neither Brother Pei nor Lu Cenyin will take away the gold-plated doll.

This is the difference between the antique rivers and lakes and the young and Dangerous.

street light.

Pulling the shadows of the two of us into an illusory and ethereal state.

After seven 800 meters.

Fatty Xiao couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed.

Lu Cenyin's red coupe stopped beside him: "I'll take you to the hospital."

I ignored her and said to Fatty Xiao, "Get up!"

1 minutes later.

For the third time, Fatty Xiao got up tremblingly from the ground, supported me, and continued to walk forward.

When we got to the main road, we started waving for a taxi.

But since the two of them were covered in blood, almost no taxi driver dared to take us.

Until later, I took out the money.

It took a brave driver to let us get into the car.

After sending Fatty Xiao to the hospital for bandages.

I asked the taxi driver to take me directly back to the rental house.

In the old society, Red Flower Gun Lang made an appointment to fight. If he killed the other party, the boss would give him a handsome fee and let him go away.

In the current situation, most of them are beating the disabled and the useless.

It is shameful to report to the official, and no one will sue.

Even if you go to sue, it's a fight if you die.

The winner will go to jail, not for long.

Compared with the generous remuneration, a few years in prison, people can afford it.

In the final analysis, it is still a good word.

Winning and winning treasures is worth tens of thousands of dollars. Antique dealers will never treat a good red flower stick badly.

As long as it is beneficial, Honghua Gunlang will go on and on, throwing his head and shedding blood.

After I went back to the rental house.

Xu Qing was brushing his teeth.

She saw me coming back covered in bruises and dripping blood, with foam in her mouth, her eyes widened, and she was terrified.

"Little brother, why... how did you make it like this!"

Got home.

My eyes suddenly went dark, and my body couldn't support anymore, and I fell to the ground suddenly.

Wait until I wake up.

It was already the afternoon of the second day.

There are Yunnan Baiyao, gauze, iodophor, and opened antipyretics on the bedside table.

I have changed all my clothes.

The whole body was clean, and the wounds were all carefully bandaged.

The tip of the nose also smelled a strong fragrance.

Xu Qing walked in with a bowl of soup in both hands.

She was delighted to see that I woke up, and quickly put the soup on the bedside table.

"You woke up. You really scared me to death yesterday. You are covered in blood, have a high fever, and talk nonsense."

I asked, "Nonsense"

Xu Qing nodded: "Nong Gang, 'Sister Jiu'er, did you see, I didn't lose!', I kept talking over and over all night... who is this Miss Jiu'er, is it your girlfriend?"

I was a little embarrassed, and replied: "No, she is my sister."

Xu Qing was very surprised and asked, "Where is your sister?"

I replied: "I don't know."

Xu Qing probably thought that I didn't really want to talk about it, so she didn't ask any more.

She said with resentment and concern on her face: "Why did you get hurt so badly? Who beat you, didn't you Hu San! If it was Hu San, my sister would immediately borrow usury and hire someone to fight this bastard! Fuck it! Than adoptive son!"

My heart suddenly warmed up, and I replied: "Sister Xu, it's not Hu San, he doesn't have this ability yet."

Xu Qing heard the words and asked, "Who is that? I'm telling you, little brother, don't be afraid. You are willing to shave your whole body and dare to pull the emperor off the horse! My sister is also dead, and at worst she will become a bowl of rotten dirt. If you tell me, my sister will definitely Accompany you to avenge this revenge!"

I replied: "It's just... an appointment to fight, it's over after the fight, there's no reason to settle accounts after autumn."

Xu Qing said strangely: "Appointment"

I didn't know how to explain it, so I said, "Sister Xu, what... don't ask me about this."

Xu Qing replied: "Okay, but you can't lie to me if you have something to do."

I nodded and asked, "Who changed my clothes?"

Xu Qing replied: "I! I washed you last night. There is too much blood on your body, and there are wounds everywhere... Oh, why are you still blushing, giggling."

I thought Xu Qing called the doctor.

Unexpectedly, she did it by herself.

The key is.

I found myself changing my panties too.

After laughing for a while, Xu Qing took a look at me, and said in a slightly coquettish tone, "My sister has seen many men, and I'm not shy, why are you so shy?"

I:"……"

Xu Qing looked at my embarrassment, leaned closer to me, and asked in a low voice: "Isn't it still...a virgin"