363 Dream Awakening

363 Dream Awakening

Hearing Zhang Shaoqiang's words, Sha Tears understand that at least I will not die today, which is also a great blessing in misfortune. Sha tears smiled bitterly in his heart. It is reasonable to say that in the face of such a siege, everyone will feel a little nervous, but I don't know if there is something wrong with the nerves or some special reason, Sha tears did not feel a trace of fear.

Of course, there is no feeling of excitement. These people who rushed to themselves can't mention his desire to fight at all. At all, it's just like fighting with some slightly stronger ants. At this moment, there is only helplessness and ridiculous smile in his heart.

Just when he was stunned, the gangster waving the chain had approached him, and the chain in his hand roared and hit the head of the sand tears.

At that second, sand tears almost had an illusion. The chain was like a forbidden cloud in the air, without a single millimeter of speed. Just the silk lines on those chains, sand tears could see it clearly. But the next moment, the chain had fallen on his head.

Flashing to the side in front of him, the chain did not hit Shaqi's head, but fell on his shoulder, and the clothes on Shaqi immediately showed a blood stain. Pain, which is stronger than expected, took one billionth of a second from the shoulder to erode the brain of sand tears. He was a little surprised in a trance, and he always felt that such a blow would not cause him any harm at all.

However, contrary to expectations, not only the chain, but also the slow-looking fists of those strong men fell on the body of the sand tears, destroying his body, "Why is this?" The inexplicable courage was defeated in an instant, and then he realized that he was not the sand tears that could escape from heaven and earth in his dream.

The heavy fist fell on his weak body, and the huge force "banged" on his body. Sand tears could only endure the pain into the bone marrow and curl up his body, trying not to let the rain-like fists fall on his point.

It was a terrible illusion. He could always see the trajectory of every blow without a fist, but his body could not use any strength anyway. Not to mention counterattack, even a decent defense was incomplete, and his body was hit by countless heavy blows.

Sometimes he even thought that it would not be an easy thing to faint like this, but there was a voice in the depths of his soul that kept stirring his brain. He could not go into a coma like this, and he might never wake up again.

Sha tears raised his arms and protected his head desperately. He clenched his teeth and let the pain pierce the nerves. The blood on his lips flowed out. In the rain-like attack of several people, he curled up like a cooked fresh shrimp, leaning against the wall and curled up in the corner of the wall.

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound from his right shoulder, and the pain of drilling his heart spread along the muscles and blood vessels of his arm. Shaqi's body immediately stiffened, and his right hand hung down weakly. "Um..." Shaqi snorted and tried his best to lift the unconscious arm, but everything was in vain.

Looking at the yellow-haired gangster wearing sharp fist gloves sping his round arm and aiming the spikes at his cheek, the sand tears had no power to fight back! When the thousand troops started, they waved their left arm to block the sharp spikes. The soft sound of the sharp weapon into the body makes people's scalp numb, and the long spikes rubbed the muscles and bones of the sand tears and cut a huge cut.

This punch makes the foot of sand tears no longer have a center to speak of. All defenses are useless, and the key points of the head are exposed to the enemy! The slippery sand tears on the soles of his feet fell to one side, where the strong man's heavy punch had been waiting for a long time!" Hula!" With a sound, the strong man's right fist hit the bridge of the nose of sand tears.

It's sour, painful and mixed! The original living world was covered with a layer of gorgeous blood red in the eyes of sand tears, and its head was weak, and there was only a buzzing in its ears. The summer cicadas and the enemy's roar were as far away as a silent mime.

Even at this time, his body is not listening to his own command, and the spirit of sand tears is extremely clear, and he can put the look of the people around him into his eyes one by one. He could see the ridicule in their eyes, their cruelty, and the bright watermelon knife cut at him.

The watermelon knife lit up a white light in front of the sand tears. He could see the surface of the knife clearly, but he also knew that he could not avoid this knife. "I'm really unwilling!"

"Bang!" Suddenly, a kick came from the world around his eyes and kicked the bright habit aside. "Did I say I wanted to kill him? What are you going to do?" Zhang Shaoqiang slapped the face of the gangster with a watermelon knife, "I don't want his life. I just want him to wake up in his life. I just want him to wander between life and death forever and endure endless pain!"

The resentful light shone directly from Zhang Shaoqiang's eyes and fell on his embarrassed and bloody face.

Sha tears felt that his lungs were about to explode, and every breath would bring tearing pain, but he had to gasp against the cold wall and fall to the ground. His body hurt everywhere. At this moment, although his spirit is still clear, his body can no longer stand up.

"Dad! Da! "Oh!" Zhang Shaoqiang's leather shoes knocked on the uneven ground and slowly walked to the sand tears falling by the wall. He looked at the sand tears condescendingly, with a hypocritical smile on his face that made the sand tears extremely disgusting. "What did I say? In the face of absolute strength, it's useless for you to be tough. Can your mouth not be hard?"

He suddenly squatted down, grabbed Sha Ling's hair and pulled his body in front of him. "Didn't you just say it happily at the dinner table? It's like having an affair with that bitch Yang Yan. Didn't you look down on me just now? Now, try to look down on me again! Your nickname is in my hand!"

Sha tears looked up at Zhang Shaoqiang's eyes with difficulty, bent his facial expression, and made a more ugly sneer than crying. The intermittent voice was only clear by Zhang Shaoqiang in front of him, "Turtle... grandson... If you have the guts, you... kill me! If you don't kill me... I will definitely do this in the day!"

"You!" Zhang Shaoqiang stood up angrily and kicked Shaqi's waist, "Give me the knife, give me the knife, and I'll end him now!" Boy, you won't be alone for too long. When I get married to Yang Yan's bitch, I'll send you to the hardware reunion. Don't forget to give me a dream and tell me how my broken shoes taste?

He stretched out his hand to grab the machete of the gangster around him, but was stopped by three strong men. They grabbed the gangster's knife and pressed Zhang Shaoqiang's shoulder, "Master Zhang, you can't do this! This is going to kill people. It's okay to be disabled!"

He turned his head coldly, and his backhand was slapping the strong man's face. The red palm print immediately appeared, and the strong man's cheeks were swollen. "Don't worry, I will carry everything alone, and my father will settle everything for me!" Get out of the way!"

Several people looked at each other in consterance and finally gave way to Zhang Shaoqiang. Zhang Shaoqiang sneered, holding a cold watermelon knife in his hand and slowly walked step by step to the unmoving sand tears.

Sha tears can clearly see everything, but he just can't move, and his body gradually no longer feels pain. The pain has paralyzed his nerves. He can only fall in the corner of the wall and wait for Death to raise the sickle in his hand.

With a flash of light, Zhang Shaoqiang with a malicious smile, the knife light has come, aiming at the fragile neck of sand tears, and the delicate muscles will be broken into two pieces under a heavy blow! Blood gushed out because of the blood pressure of the heart and swept a few meters into the sky.

Is this the end for me? I just woke up! Sand tears sighed silently in his heart.

"Your dream is just about to end! Who can hurt your hair with this overlord!" All such familiar things, time seemed to be forbidden. Zhang Shaoqiang's knife stopped in mid-air, and the tower-like figure stood in front of the sand tears.

The red cyclone circled around and danced wildly on the man's body, "Who are you?" Sha Yu felt that the man's light was so dazzling, but it was so familiar.

"We are you, you are us! Between heaven and earth, even if others no longer exist, we will walk with you in this life!" Sha Qi looked in the direction of the voice. A heroic middle-aged man sat cross-legged on the tree with a long sword around his waist. The sky behind him turned into a flowing landscape painting! White sleeves follow the wind, splashing ink freehand, even if there are thousands of clouds, adhere to the integrity.

"You passed my house! You know who I am! But can you inherit my way?" With his hands behind him, the old man put the painter's cap on his head. "Ignorance covers our eyes and makes us go astray. Look at your current appearance. Don't complain about the pain of bloodshed. You should know that pain is good for people!" The old man was like a ghost coming out of the wall beside the sand tears, staring at the sand tears with his eyes that see through everything. "You know who we are, but do you know who you are?"

"Who am I?" Sha tears only felt a sharp pain in his brain, and something in his heart was beating violently, hitting the wall of his heart and flowing blood all over his body. "I'm Sha tears..." Sha tears raised his head and slowly stood up. "I'm the captain of the desperate team, Sha tears!"

Familiar figures, short and clear past events flashed in front of Sha Yu's eyes. Who is a dream and who can forget them!

Time flows, "When!" With a crisp sound, the watermelon knife cut on the surface of the sand tears and collapsed and shattered.