What did you say? Am I a pauper again?

Chapter 89: One hand for a life
At this moment, Liu Deming was pressing forward step by step, and Jing Yuan could no longer resist.

boom!
This time, Jing Yuanzhi was hit hard on the stomach, and his whole body was sent flying out, hitting the old solid wood cabinet at the head of the bed.

Although the cabinet is made of solid wood, it has been there for many years. When Jingyuan smashed the cabinet, it fell apart.

Jingyuan's stomach suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if the river was turning upside down.

When Liu Deming saw it, he felt even more proud.

He stepped forward and pulled Jing Yuanzhi to the bed.

boom!
Liu Deming was hit on the head, but it was hit crookedly, not on the head but on the shoulder.

Jing Yuanzhi looked at this and his heart suddenly lifted, it was Song Yan!

Liu Deming patted the dust on his shoulders and turned around slowly.

Song Yan stood at the door and looked at Liu Deming angrily, with hatred rolling in his eyes.

He just heard it all.

He was outside before he learned the cause of his parents' death. He originally wanted to find tools to come in and help.

But when he suddenly heard the cause of death of his father and mother, he was stunned.

The death of his parents was not an accident, he turned out to be a person who could have parents!

Tears burst out instantly!

The little man stood outside and was shocked by the news. He was filled with hatred that was about to burst his whole body!

Just when he came to his senses, he heard his sister's cry of pain, and then he came back to his senses, picked up the stick that the Liu brothers had left here in the afternoon, and hit Liu Deming on the head inside.

However, he was too small and couldn't reach it. Even if he jumped up very hard, he still couldn't reach it!

Song Yan looked at the intact Liu Deming and wanted to go up and kill him.

He harmed his parents and now he wants to harm his sister, he deserves to die!
When Liu Deming saw that it was Song Yan, he smiled.

He smiled casually, not taking him seriously at all.

Walk over and lift it up.

Song Yan knew that he was going to take action, so he prepared for the battle according to what Brother Jiang had taught him in the past few days, but in the face of absolute power, any preparation was useless, not to mention that he had not even learned much.

The whole person was kicked by Liu Deming directly from the door of the room to the center of the yard.

He held his stomach in pain, and his whole face was twisted in pain.

"Yanyan!" When Jing Yuanzhi saw it, he stood up and attacked Liu Deming regardless of his injuries.

Liu Deming smiled and glanced at Song Yan who couldn't get up, then turned around and slowly faced Jing Yuanzhi.

"Ha, I advise you not to struggle pointlessly. You might as well save some energy and save it for later. Otherwise, I'm afraid your little body won't be able to bear it and you will faint."

At this moment, Liu Deming's face didn't have the kindness and fairness that he had during the day. His eyes were full of lust and evil, making people feel sick just by looking at them.

Go up to Jingyuan.

boom!
Another punch hit his abdomen head-on. Jing Yuanzhi felt so painful and nauseous that he almost vomited.

There was cold sweat on his forehead. Liu Deming seemed to have deliberately hit him on the abdomen. After all, that face was too beautiful and he couldn't bear to part with it.

Jing Yuanzhi huddled in the corner, stood up holding the wall in pain, and rushed towards Liu Deming again.

Uh!
Another punch, still in the abdomen, but this time, Jing Yuanzhi was not knocked away. She grabbed Liu Deming with one hand.

When Liu Deming saw this, he thought she wanted to fight him desperately, so he raised his hand and grabbed her wrist and twisted it hard!
click!
The hand is broken!
Liu Deming proudly wanted to raise his head to see Jing Yuanzhi's expression, but he didn't want to. As soon as he raised his head, the proud expression on his face stopped instantly. He opened his eyes wide and looked at Jing Yuanzhi in disbelief.

The hand that broke Jingyuan's hand has not been withdrawn yet.

With a ferocious look on his face, he said, "Bitch, since I can't survive, you can't even think about it."

After saying that, Jing Yuanzhi's twisted hand was forcefully twisted in the opposite direction by Liu Deming.

Jing Yuanzhi was in a daze because of the pain, but the other hand holding the wooden stick still plunged deeply into Liu Deming's abdomen.

This wooden stick was from the old cabinet. It was broken by Jingyuanzhi, and it was full of sharp wooden thorns.

Just now, she used that hand to attract Liu Deming's attention. This hand took advantage of him not paying attention and thrust the wooden stick in. However, she didn't expect that Liu Deming had such good endurance. He still had the strength even after the wooden stick was inserted. Come and deal with Jingyuanzhi. But she only lost one hand, and he lost his entire life!
No matter how good Liu Deming's endurance was, he slowly lost consciousness under such a fatal wound.

Jing Yuanzhi looked at the person in front of him and closed his eyes. He was afraid that he would not die, so he stirred the person with a wooden stick. After he was sure that the person was dead, he took out the wooden stick.

A big hole was made in Liu Deming's abdomen by Jing Yuanzhi, and blood flowed out in a blur.

Jing Yuanzhi was lying on the ground. She had no strength left, and the palm of her left hand turned over in a circle. It should be completely broken.

"Zhizhi, you, are you okay?" Bamao didn't dare to look just now. Now he opened his eyes and saw that Jing Yuanzhi's entire hand was broken and connected to his arm at a weird angle. .

"It's okay, I'm still alive." Jing Yuanzhi curled his lips with difficulty.

Bamao was about to speak, but then he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

"It!"

"what!"

Jing Yuanzhi twisted that hand back, it was so... so painful!
Jing Yuanzhi leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. His whole body was sweating like rain, and his face was pale!

"Are you okay, Zhizhi!"

Bamao was almost frightened by what she had just done. How could this person be so aggressive!

You are so cruel to yourself!
"It's okay, just rest for a while." Jing Yuanzhi closed his eyes tiredly and wanted to rest for a few minutes before looking for Song Yan outside.

As a result, as soon as I closed my eyes, I felt someone standing in front of me.

"elder sister!"

Song Yan heard her cry of pain just now and ran in struggling.

His sister is his only relative, and he can't let anything happen to her!
But as soon as he came in, he saw the scene just now, and saw Jing Yuanzhi twisting his hand back.

"elder sister······"

Song Yan stood in front of Jing Yuanzhi and cried bitterly.

Blame him!

It's all because he's too weak!

Jing Yuanzhi looked at Song Yan who was blaming himself in front of him, and wanted to reach out and touch his head, but he was too tired to lift his hand.

Trying to slow down his voice, "Stop crying, sister is fine, the bad guy has been defeated."

"I...I know..."

Bad guy, yes, that bad guy!
Song Yan wiped away his tears and walked up to Liu Deming who was not breathing. The way Jing Yuanzhi straightened his wrists in pain just now replayed in his mind over and over again.

Song Yan looked at the man on the ground, his eyes full of hatred, and his eyes were black and red.

Suddenly, he picked up the thorny stick and stabbed Liu Deming like crazy.

a bit.

a bit.

Again...

I can't count how many times I did it until I had no strength left.

Jing Yuanzhi watched, just because Song Yan heard the truth about his parents' death and was venting his anger on Liu Deming, he didn't care and let him do what he wanted.

Bamao was shocked by Song Yan's appearance in the space.

But thinking about Song Yan's experience, I understand.

It's better for him to vent the emotions in his heart like this, otherwise it will get ruined if he keeps it in his heart.

Song Yan didn't drop the stick until he used up the last bit of strength in his body.

Jing Yuanzhi estimated the time and slowly stood up holding the wall.

When Song Yan saw it, he quickly came over to help her.

"Sister." Song Yan's little person looked at Jing Yuanzhi worriedly. How could her sister still stand up after she had just suffered such a serious injury?
(End of this chapter)