Chapter 62 New and Old Hatred [If you like it, please collect it]

The situation was so big that everyone turned their eyes to Russell. Russell did not hide it and said directly, "What is it to break one hand? The fists and feet have no eyes, and it is also possible to break the limbs.

Just now they admired Qin Shubao's courage, but now they have to admire Russell's cruelty. He wants to make the last seedling of the Qin family become a useless person!

Qin Shubao's thoughts are flying as if they were yesterday.

"Master Luo, don't fight. That woman belongs to you." Qin Shubao, who curled up his head, shouted with a cry.

"Damn, it's not fun. It will wither after two hits." The domineering Russell blew his fist and wiped all the blood stains from his fist on Qin Shubao's face.

Li Yu beside him fainted, and his whole face was swollen. The silk on his body was like a rag, and there were footprints everywhere.

The dog slave behind Russell attentively held a snuff for Russell. Russell sniffed deeply, sneezed contentedly, and said, "Surely, the Qin family's snuff smells good. Remember to bring more than a hundred to Master Luo tomorrow, otherwise I will see you once and hit you once."

"My home... No... So much..."

Hearing Russell's words for mercy, it was extremely harsh. He rushed up and stepped on a few feet, trampled Qin Shubao's face under his feet, and asked, "Is there any?"

"There are only a dozen."

Quick answer, but in exchange for heavy crushing.

"Do you have it?"

"Real. Really.. No.. Yes."

"Damn it, how dare you talk back?"

resisted by the weak ant, Russell grabbed a stool angrily, smashed it hard in front of Qin Shubao, and asked, "Is there any?"

"Yes... Yes.. Yes."

"Damn, how dare you fool me?" Russell loosened his feet, grabbed the leg of the stool angrily and smashed it down. Qin Shubao instinctively raised his hand.

"Kka."

"Ah..."

"My hand..."

Russell's face panicked, but when he saw Qin Shubao rolling on the ground, he instantly became cheerful. He half squatted and grabbed the painful Qin Shubao and said fiercely, "This is your own fall, do you understand? If you let me know that you told your grandfather, it will be your two legs next time.

Qin Shubao's bloody face was in a cold sweat. Hearing what Russell said, he nodded hurriedly. Russell abandoned Qin Shubao in disgust and patted his clothes with heartache.

"Pathetic self!" Qin Shubao sighed with emotion. On that day, he and Li Yu clashed with Russell for a woman and broke his arm. Unexpectedly, the wheel of history kept moving forward and still could not cross this point.

However, today is different from the past. Qin Shubao, who was cowardly, has died. At this moment, he will never allow anyone to step on him as a laughingstock.

The paper kite standing next to Qin Shubao found that he no longer knew the man in front of him. When was he so tough? Why is it suddenly hurt? What kind of backing dares to stand alone?

Too many doubts confuse the paper kites, and the bits and pieces in the impression can't coincide at all.

Maybe, this is called growth!

The mystery of men is often the characteristic of attracting women.

"Are you afraid? Just kneel down and kowtow a few times, and then call me Dad a few times. I may be in a good mood and let you go. Russell, who was invincible, had an arrogant face and showed his teeth and claws vividly.

Qin Shubao slowly lowered his head, and the paper kite saw that his cheek muscles were prominent, and the sound of grinding his teeth was extremely loud.

"Typ you have the guts to say it again!"

The cold tone made Zhiyuan feel afraid for a while. Her coldness was with the temperature of the world, but Qin Shubao's coldness... With dead air.

Russell sneered, spit out a mouthful of phlegm on the clean man, and said provocatively, "Even if I say it a hundred times, what can you do to me? Hit me? If you have the ability to beat these guys, let's talk about it.

"Good! Very good!" Qin Shubao slowly raised his head, and his eyes under the shadow of the corners of his eyes glowed red, as fierce as a beast's pupil.

The paper kite shook all over, and the roots of his hair stood up, and he was a little scared.

Qin Shubao's father's appearance in his mind has been blurred, with only a white shadow, but he absolutely does not allow anyone to trample on it.

Because...

He is...

Dad!

" Russell, if you hadn't killed me here today, I would call you the Luo family!"

The rich businessmen who watched the play felt that something was wrong and hurriedly left. This is not a simple angry fight, but set the bottom line to discuss the success or failure of life and death.

"Frighten me? When I was scared? Your Qin family has been a military horse all your life, and my Luo family has also been involved in war and playing with your life. Are you qualified? Russell poofed and grabbed a whistle from the servant next to him, ready to smash Qin Shubao's empty self-confidence.

Qin Shubao let go of Zhiyuan's hand and said without looking back, "If I am disabled today, remember not to be caught."

"I will jump down."

The cold and firm answer made Qin Shubao suddenly laugh, pull away the expensive brocade clothes, grab a round stool, bite his hair in his mouth, and look like he is desperate.

Zhiyuan looked at him coldly, without a gentle kiss, nor the children's love before farewell, but looked at him coldly.

"The brothers of the city's defense will come over later, and you go with them."

Qin Shubao's vague words stunned Zhiyuan. After understanding the meaning, her cold face was also slightly relieved.

It was originally a delaying situation waiting for backup, but Qin Shubao rushed out with a stool, and the paper kite couldn't even scream back.

Sometimes, a man can care nothing, and sometimes, for something, he can also care about himself.

"Damn it, go to hell."

The speed of rushing forward, with the force of swinging, smashed the round stool in his hand with a 'click', and the person in front of him also fell straight down, bleeding like a pillar.

After a successful blow, Qin Shubao stepped back, held his stool legs in both hands, and jumped out of the throat on both sides to attack the enemy's key points, and the enemy will save himself.

The three did not dare to meet him directly. He stopped. Qin Shubao was slightly relieved and hurriedly vented.

One breath, one breath, three forces.

Raise the stool leg and stab straight through a person's chest. The wooden thorn is broken and dyed red.

A hero can't beat four hands, hurt a thousand enemies, and self-damaged 800. Qin Shubao was accidentally slapped a few sticks on his back. At first, it was painful, and then disappeared after a moment, leaving only sourness.

"Roar!"

With a roar to relieve the pain, with a wildness, he turned over and beat, and the round stool legs in his hand flipped like a windmill, and hit a person's shoulder blade vigorously.

One wood and one shoulder, all broken.

Before Qin Shubao could see the painful face of the person in front of him, his face twitched a few times, and his left hand was numb and trembled uncontrollably.

Qin Shubao, who lost his weapon, was like a lamb to be slaughtered. Several strong servants rushed over and threw Qin Shubao to the ground in an instant.

Qin Shubao, who was suppressed and could not move, was powerful and roared loudly with strength, like a trapped beast struggling to death.

Russell slowly came over, beside him with a paper kite that resisted fiercely. The hairpin was knocked down, and the blue silk covered his face, which was desolate and cool.

Didn't you say you wanted to hit me? Did you hit me? You also learn from this weight. Do you really think you are a thousand enemies? Russell patted Qin Shubao's handsome face fiercely, and a feeling of pride emerged from the bottom of his heart.

"Are you unwilling?" Russell asked with a smile, but the next moment, his face became ferocious and raised his foot to step over Qin Shubao again.

Qin Shubao only felt that he had knocked over the seasoning jar, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. They surged up together, but his face opened a soy sauce shop, and blood came out of his nostrils like a spring.

"Bah!"

Qin Shubao spit out a mouthful of blood and stained Russell's clothes. With a ferocious smile, he wiped his bloody hand on Qin Shubao's head.

This scene was so familiar that Russell almost forgot that he used to do this often.

Do you know? I was very angry that you asked me to break my face, but later you asked me to break the bridge of my nose, so I decided to break your hand to let you understand what the pain of broken bones is.

Qin Shubao suddenly opened his mouth and bit Russell's two fingers, and a smile appeared on his bloody face, which made people hairy.

"let go! Damn it, let go!"

Russell punched Qin Shubao on the head, and his face could not tell whether it was painful or ferocious.

One after another, punch after punch, Qin Shubao refused to let go, and blood flowed out of his mouth. He couldn't tell whether it was his or Russell's.

"Don't..." Paper kites shed tears and begged for mercy.

Qin Shubao killed Wang Ba and did not let go of his mouth. Russell punched and punched him. The crazy appearance of the two shocked everyone, and even the servant who looked at the paper kite relaxed his nerves.

The paper kite suddenly broke free from the clamping, rushed to Qin Shubao, blocked Russell's punch, held Qin Shubao's head, shook his head in tears and said, "No, no, let go."

Hot tears fell into Qin Shubao's eyes, and the closed teeth were opened, revealing two exposed finger bones.

Qin Shubao's eyes had a pain in his throat, his mouth was salty, and his voice was hoarse, saying, "Don't cry!"