Chapter 120

Zhao Qikun looked at the man with a gun. He thought that only Xiao Yue would have the temperament of hell among the people he had met, but he didn't want Huo Tingchen, whose white clothes were stained with blood, whose beautiful face was full of blood. The emotion in those dark eyes surged up a wave of black, almost engulfing people.

And the foot he stepped on him

"Ah

Zhao Qikun's scream had never been heard before. Huo Tingchen stepped down along his legs and crushed the bones and muscles of his legs. The pain engraved into the bone marrow can't be tolerated by ordinary people.

Not only that, as soon as Huo Tingchen started, the bones of his upper body fell apart. That kind of professional catcher knows how to torture people best.

First take apart every bone of the body, and then hit the most vulnerable cartilage, to achieve the effect of heartbreaking.

Zhao Qikun is in agony. He is carried by the people brought by Song Qing Dynasty. Like a puppet, he moves his body and his bones ring once. He has lost his voice in pain. Now he just wants Huo Tingchen to give him a good time and let him die happily!

Half of Huo Tingchen's face was stained with blood. He was cruel and surly. "Send him to the police station."

"What? Go to the police station... No! You kill me

Zhao Qikun was crying.

The police will find out all his crimes, and there will be people tormenting him. He is afraid! He's afraid!

He doesn't want to go to the police station. It's better to die if he goes in like this!

It's good to be dead!

"To kill you?"

Huo Tingchen raised a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, "dirty my hands!"

Zhao Qikun was dragged away by Song Qing. Huo Tingchen rushed to Ye Mengxi. Ye Mengxi was holding Xiaobao. Xiaobao's breath was weak, and his forehead and arm were still bleeding. When Huo Tingchen and Zhao Qikun robbed him just now, Zhao Qikun threw him to the ground and knocked something sharp. His arm was cut and his head was also broken.

"Lao Huo, it hurts so much..." Ye Xiaobao had tears in his eyes. He grabbed Huo Tingchen's sleeve and cried softly.

Huo Tingchen's eyes suddenly wet, the impression of smelly boy always have something to fight with him, never called him a father, no big or small called old Huo, also ghost spirit, now lying in Ye Mengxi's arms, all the body is injured, he weak with him called pain.

His heart is unspeakable pain, stroking his forehead, Huo Tingchen will hold him and ye Mengxi together, "don't be afraid, the ambulance will come soon, it won't hurt for a while."

"Oh, Mommy, you see, old Huo said, the ambulance is coming, I'll soon stop the pain, Mommy, don't cry..."

Ye Xiaobao's chubby little hand clenched into a fist, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes for ye Mengxi, and grinned at her.

His face is very painful, but in order not to let mommy worry, he still very difficult smile.

"My child..."

Ye Mengxi can no longer control crying out, how useless she is, will let her such a good child suffer such suffering!

"Mengxi..."

Huo Tingchen finally takes his mother and son to the ambulance. Song Qing takes people to catch Lin Xiaoxiao, but finally tells Huo Tingchen that Lin Xiaoxiao has rolled down the hill and fallen into the river. They want to go down the river to find him.

Huo Tingchen with Ye Mengxi mother and son came to the best hospital, directly with the helicopter will Rong Yan.