2503: C2503 A Life of Abstinence Number

C2503 A Life of Abstinence Number

"If you don't die, how can I bear to die?"

His hatred towards Yang Ping was enough to flatten the entire world, "Your women, by the way, your two friends are dying. If you don't come as soon as possible, you can only take their bodies."

"Address."

Yang Ping said calmly.

Augustine gave him an address and hung up.

Yang Ping coughed, clutching his chest, his face pale. He was heavily injured and needed rest urgently. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable. Without Jiang Weimin's help, he could no longer lose his combat strength.

But he had to go. There was no choice.

Hiring a taxi, Yang Ping gave the address and sat on the back seat to rest. The driver, a woman in her forties, saw that his chest was covered in blood and reminded him, "Do you want me to take you to the hospital?"

Yang Ping opened his eyes and smiled, "No need, I still have urgent matters to attend to. I'll go after I'm done."

The female driver sighed and shook her head, "Young people these days, I wonder how much they value their lives. They fought and fought all day, but in the end, they got nothing. to wait until you're our age to know what life really needs. "

Yang Ping smiled and didn't say anything.

The female driver chatted with Yang Ping and asked him a lot of questions, but Yang Ping just nodded and went into a rest state. When they arrived at the destination, he recovered a lot.

The sunlight shone down on the four words' Jinhai Park ', reflecting a dazzling light.

Yang Ping's phone rang.

"I see you. Come on up." Augustine said coldly.

Lighthouse.

He was as famous as the big goose pagoda in Xi Jing City and became the two pagodas of Hua Xia Buddha. Rumor has it that the Damocles were at the lighthouse in Jinhai Park, with their cultivation at the level of the sariras. The lighthouse was being repaired and visitors were denied entry.

Yang Ping jumped over the wall and arrived at the door of the lighthouse.

The two security guards at the door were lying unconscious on the ground. It was obvious that Augustine had used a hypnosis technique to knock them out. As Yang Ping stepped into the lighthouse, a person's hands were tied to a rope hanging in the middle of the hall. He was covered in blood and his breathing was erratic. His pupils were unfocused as he muttered to himself.

Yang Ping was furious. He put Liu Cheng down and felt for his pulse as his expression changed. Liu Gan's mind was in a mess. There was a strange dark energy in his body that was constantly eating away at his mind. If his willpower was not strong enough, he would have already become a lunatic. However, the situation was still grim. Yang Ping took out a silver needle and pierced it into the God Repository and the Baihui acupoint.

Not long after, Liu successfully woke up. When he saw Yang Ping, he shouted, "Boss, hurry up and leave, that bastard is so scary."

Yang Ping indicated for him to be quiet, shook his head and said, "You have to leave as soon as possible."

Liu successfully got up and saw the bloodstains on Yang Ping's body. He said in shock: "Boss, you're injured?"

Yang Ping smiled lightly and advanced step by step.

Liu Cheng continued sensing and suddenly, his face changed drastically and his body trembled uncontrollably. He sensed that Yang Ping's aura was unstable and could collapse at any time. This showed that Yang Ping was hurt too badly.

"Boss!" Liu Gan's eyes were bloodshot as he worriedly said, "You can't go up there again. Zhu Yan and the others caused you severe injuries. If you do not recover, you do not even have the qualifications to participate in Dragon God Competition s in a few days. "

Yang Ping didn't answer and walked upstairs with firm steps.

"Boss!"

Liu Cheng could not help but shout out.

Yang Ping turned around and shouted, "Go back!"

Liu Gan shut his mouth and clenched his fists. He was unwilling to give up, and a trace of guilt flashed across his eyes. If he was not useless, he would not have been caught by Augustine and he would not have implicated the old Daoist. Haudu Hotel were used by Zhu Yan because of their incompetence. Otherwise, Yang Ping would have left long ago.

"I want to go with you!" Liu Cheng gritted his teeth and followed.

Yang Ping knew that no matter what, Liu Cheng wouldn't abandon you and leave. He could only follow him. The staircase of the lighthouse was still in the process of being repaired. As he stepped on it, creaking sounds could be heard, as if it would collapse due to the rotting of the wood in the next moment.

The smell of concrete filled the air in the lighthouse.

Yang Ping went up to the fifth floor. Liu successfully guarded the surrounding area, wanting to protect Yang Ping before the danger arrived. He smiled and patted Liu Cheng's shoulder, saying: "Augustine is a psyche controller, so he cannot be predicted while using the mind control technique."

Liu Gan smiled in embarrassment, and said: "I know, but I'm not willing to be hypnotized by him all of a sudden." He remembered leaving the hotel, and just as he was about to get into the car, he felt the world spinning around him and then he lost consciousness.

Augustine's mind control skill became more powerful, even more powerful than before he faked his death.

He had been hiding in the darkness the entire time. Through the great Mi Country of his intelligence network, he found out about the battle between Yang Ping and Zhu Yan and determined that even if he escaped, he would still be severely injured.

It had to be said that Augustine had chosen a very good opportunity. The current Yang Ping had almost no ability to resist and could only allow himself to be slaughtered by others.

The fifth floor wasn't very spacious.

There was a red candle burning in the center, and a plastic figure of Damoth sat cross-legged in a corner, its eyebrows lowered and its expression serene. He held a reed leaf in his hand, indicating that he was a small boat drifting with the current.

Sunn Wangyue leaned against the statue, back to back, eyes rolling, but unable to speak. With an anxious look in his eyes, he signaled Yang Ping to leave.

Yang Ping walked towards Sunn Wangyue.

Sunn Wangyue looked at the top of his head anxiously.

Yang Ping sensed something and raised his head to look. A fist descended from above his head, looking extremely domineering. Beverley jumped down from the high ground and wanted to destroy Yang Ping with a single punch. Yang Ping dodged, Beverley shattered the floor of the lighthouse and dropped to the ground, disappearing without a trace.

"Since I'm here, why should I hide?" Yang Ping said coldly.

"You're hurt."

In the darkness at the corner, a pitch-black silhouette seemed to have merged with the darkness, and his pupils glowed with a bewitching red light. His mouth slightly curled up as he revealed a mocking smile, "Even though you've escaped, you've lost more than half of your strength."

He grabbed Zhu Xi with one hand and walked towards Yang Ping. "Kneel."

Zhu Xi's face was flushed red. It was obvious that the drug had taken effect on her body. After hearing Augustine's description of the fight between Zhu Yan and Yang Ping, she could not help but understand the situation. Liu Gan roared and charged at Augustine. Liu Shuang's expression changed as he shouted, "Come back!"

BOOM!

Beverley suddenly rushed up from downstairs and hit Liu Gan with his fist. The two of them were entangled and fell down.

Augustine stared at Yang Ping and directly used his strongest mental control skill. Yang Ping's Spiritual World was unstable and his body was on the verge of collapsing. Seeing that he was about to fall into it, he hurriedly crippled his body to recover his consciousness. He broke out in a cold sweat and gasped for breath.

Augustine laughed loudly, and after finally confirming that Yang Ping was not able to fight back due to his injuries, he flung Zhu Xi away and said in a dense voice, "Captain Yang, your Yanhuang Team has been destroyed, leaving only you behind. I'll send you to hell now to reunite with your teammates."

Yang Ping thought of his tragic death of his opponent, who had died because of Mi Country. Augustine was the killer.

Zhu Xi got up and asked worriedly, "Yang Ping, what's wrong?"

She had never seen Yang Ping this weak. Even if he didn't know martial arts, she could tell from Yang Ping's pale face and blood that it was already difficult for him to stand.

Augustine kicked Yang Ping and sent him flying. Augustine stomped on his chest and kicked him hard.

Yang Ping lost his strength and was bleeding profusely.

Augustine's heart was broken and he said crazily: "See that? No matter how powerful you are, you are still at my feet. Yang Ping, you wouldn't think that your end would end up in my hands, right? "

Zhu Xi shouted angrily, "Stop!"

Augustine laughed sinisterly and said, "Zhu Xi, I should thank your dad. If he didn't heavily injure Yang Ping, how could I have so easily trampled him? He clearly knows that he lost his ability to save you, but alas, I really don't know if it's pitiful or laughable. "

Zhu Xi's face changed: "What nonsense are you talking?"

Augustine laughed and said sarcastically, "You are still in the dark. Your father was a complete schemer, betraying anyone for his own good. I'll let you marry the Bell Family this time. The next time you meet someone with a stronger background, I'll let you marry me again. I feel bad just looking at it. Don't you think so? "

Ka-cha! *

Augustine stomped on Yang Ping's lower abdomen with his foot. Wu Tie groaned in pain as his face turned black. Apparently, he was on the verge of exhaustion.

Zhu Xi said painfully, "Nonsense, my father isn't that kind of person."

Augustine couldn't be bothered to waste his breath. His goal was to kill Yang Ping, and Zhu Xi didn't matter.

"Die."

Augustine revealed an excited expression. To be able to kill Yang Ping with his own hands was equivalent to destroying the signboard of Huaxia Military. In the future, Mi Country and China's special forces would be at odds with each other and the Chinese special forces would become a joke.

Boom!

Augustine was about to kill him when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down and a dagger stabbed into his heart. Yang Ping gripped his dagger tightly and stabbed it in bit by bit. Augustine stared with his eyes wide, he didn't understand why Yang Ping could still move.

Wasn't he crippled?

Yang Ping pulled out his dagger and touched Augustine's neck with it. Blood spurted out as Augustine fell onto the ground, dying with grievance. After struggling to get up, Yang Ping came to Sunn Wangyue's side, allowing him to regain his freedom.

When he released the mind control spell, Wu Tie threw himself onto the ground. Sunn Wangyue quickly hugged him and said worriedly, "You are too stubborn."

Yang Ping smiled lightly, shook his head and said, "It's good that you're fine."

"Aooouuu ~ ~ ~"

Beverley's miserable scream came from downstairs, and very quickly, Liu successfully walked upstairs with difficulty. There was a lot of blood on his clothes, his own, and most of it was Beverley's.

"Yang Ping, where's your dad? Did you hurt him?" Zhu Xi walked over and asked.

Yang Ping did not respond.

Zhu Xi panicked. If Yang Ping was able to rush over, it meant that he broke through father's blockade. Wasn't father in danger? She grabbed Yang Ping's arm and shook it: "You have to tell me, is there something wrong with my dad?"

"Shut up!"

Yang Ping didn't have the strength to reply, but Sunn Wangyue couldn't watch this any longer and angrily roared, "Do you have any f * cking feelings? You were almost tainted by that foreign Devil People's medicine. Yang Ping actually got seriously injured by your father in order to save you." This time, Augustine caught you and Yang Ping came to save you despite the danger. "

"If you still have some conscience, you should give up that damn dignity and think for Yang Ping."

"He still wants to duel with Jiang Weimin Jue in a few days. Even I can't win against him now, how can he duel with a Subsaint? For you, he became like this. You don't know gratitude, but you still doubt it?"

"If it wasn't for the fact that he values you, do you think that this kind of appearance of yours is worth others risking their lives for?"

"Scram to the side, your father looks down on you!"

Sunn Wangyue supported Yang Ping downstairs without even glancing at Zhu Xi. In his eyes, Zhu Xi was just a bitch, a selfish bastard.

Liu Cheng looked coldly at Zhu Xi and scolded, "Idiot."

The three of them left.

Zhu Xi froze in place, as if she had missed something.1

His heart ached.

Zhu Xi felt a sweet sensation on her throat as she coughed out a mouthful of blood.

The news of Yang Ping's imminent death spread quickly throughout the Dragon City in less than half an hour.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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