Ye Ming broke in the back. When he heard the sound, he quickly threw Yang Jindou on his shoulder to the blood pupil soldier. His tall body shuttled in like lightning. His broad palm clasped Zhu Chao's hand and pulled it down.

Ye Ming's big palm seemed to have the power to destroy the withered and decadent, and directly dragged Zhu Chao back to life.

Zhu Chao fell heavily to the ground.

At this time, there was a "click" sound in Ye Ming's ear. A towering huge tree fell down and directly fell over to the blood pupil soldier.

"Get away!"

Ye Ming's anger sank, and his two healthy arms spread out like an eagle to protect the blood pupil soldiers, pushed them hard, and everyone fell forward.

The towering tree fell down and hit Ye Ming directly.

Ye Ming's tall and strong body fell down, and a mouthful of blood spattered from his mouth.

"Chief!"

Everyone was screaming. Everyone got up from the ground and worked together to move the big tree.

But I can't move it.

Ye Ming was lying on the ground, his lower body was under the tree, his whole body was unconscious, and blood gushed from the corners of his mouth.

He slowly turned his eyes. The Camellia in his trouser pocket fell out and fell into the pool of blood mixed with rain, which was about to be washed away.

He stretched out his hand hard, climbed on the ground with his big palm full of scars, picked up the camellia and held it tightly in his heart.

"Chief!"

The towering tree could not be moved, and all the blood pupil soldiers began to cry.

The howling cold tornado, coupled with the mourning cry, is unspeakably desolate.

Ye Ming blinked his thick curled eyelashes and lifted his dark thin lips, "what are you crying for? I'm dead?"

"Chief!"

Blood pupil soldiers wipe tears, but wipe out more tears.

For so many years, Xuetong is more of a big family. Ye Ming is the eldest parent. He protects them like his father, like his brother, and like an eagle, his tall body has never fallen.

But now he's down.

The sky fell.

The soul of the blood pupil is gone.

What should I do?

They don't know what to do?

"Zhu Chao!" Ye Ming opens his mouth. His voice is hoarse and rough. He is weak and painful, but unusually sharp.

"Ah Ming." Zhu Chao climbed over and held Ye Ming's palm tightly.

Ye Ming looks at Zhu Chao. The cold rain drops from his pale and hard outline, "take them away."

"Chief, we're not going!"

"Chief, we won't go. If you don't go, we won't go. There are many of them. That's what you said!"

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