C27 Second generation of destitute rich 2

"Scram, get the hell out of here ?"

He fainted before he could finish his sentence.

Although he spoke with a tough tone, his face was already like golden paper. The evil man who used to be so impressive and mighty had now curled up into a ball, like a homeless dog that had fallen into the water.

His arm was already hanging down, and the blood was starting to turn black. If he didn't rescue it in time, not only would his arm be crippled, his life would also be in danger. No matter how handsome Qu Cunzi was, what would it matter if he lost an arm?

Li Xiaobao frowned, she took a look at Yue Yang's wounds, why was this fellow's injuries worse than the last time? She thought for a moment, then went to find a sharp knife, an alcohol lamp, and a piece of gauze and bandage.

When everything was ready, she set the knife on the alcohol lamp and roasted it for a while, then stabbed it into his wound, whether it hurt or not.

A beast-like scream sounded out, and the unconscious man jumped up abruptly.

However, Little Treasure acted first and quickly dug out the bullet, causing the entire bottle of Cloud Southern White Medicine to fall onto the bloody mess.

Qu Cunzi was in extreme pain. His whole body trembled and his teeth bared as he tried to resist but she pushed him down with a flip of her hand. He took the bandages and gauze and started to tie him up like a dumpling.

He was furious, but had lost the strength to resist. He could not help but wail, "Scram ? Roll... Why do you care? "

"I don't care about you, you're a one-armed god. Do you think you're Yang Guo?"

Qu Cunzi glared at him. How could the f * cking One Armed God Ni and Yang Tong be compared on the same level? However, he was too weak to resist. Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. The pain was too intense, and he lost consciousness once again.

Li Xiaobao took out a pile of bloodstained clothes. After throwing out the filth, he breathed a sigh of relief and turned on the computer in the room for the first time.

There were no news reports. He only found some gossip in the forums:

"Fire Burst!" The Fourth Young Master of S City had a gun in his hands, and a fight broke out whenever there was a disagreement. "

"Two men were heavily injured in the struggle for the sake of affection. According to the rumors, the department is involved in an emotional duel, and it has something to do with the female celebrity Jiang. "

There were only a few hundred words, neither painful nor itchy, and he could not find any more detailed information. It seemed like the employees of the private club were spreading the news. However, they would not reveal any more.

So it turned out that Qu Cunzi was the what kind of young master of the capital was he?

What was the reason for his feud? And he had guns. The law of the heavens was so strict that even commoners had to use their real names to buy a few kitchen knives. However, how could the rich second generations "hold a gun and fight" every now and then?

Little Treasure's gaze fell on the jade photo of the female named Jiang. Suddenly, he was stunned: That was a shockingly beautiful face ? beauty should not have been described with this word, but Little Treasure could not think of any other word. He could not even imagine someone looking at a picture like this: moving, agile, looking forward to the brilliance, radiating in all directions ? In the past, he always thought that the words "closed moon, shy flower, city and country falling" were the YY of the literati. Today, Fang understood that there was a kind of beauty. Even women wouldn't be able to breathe when they saw this.

It turned out that it wasn't that his father never forgot what kind of woman his father was fond of, but rather branded his own appearance so that he could always have it in his heart.

The two injuries were for this woman. Li Xiaobao thought, it was worth it, it was definitely worth it. For such a woman, even if the war were to last another ten years, men would never regret it.