At this extremely urgent moment, Fan Xiao had no intention of arguing with Wang Ying anymore. Even in a second, it was extremely critical. It happened that this was a slope. When Fan Xiao heard Wang Ying shouting, he unexpectedly raised his foot and kicked Wang Ying's waist and abdomen, kicking Wang Ying over in an instant. At the same time, Fan Xiao also shouted at Long Wei on the side, "Run!" This loud roar made Long Wei panic. Without saying a word, she turned around and started running.

It was delayed that the two figures who rushed to the front side had already rushed up. They held weapons and were about to shoot at Long Wei below. Fan Xiao made two pistols with one hand and one hand. After shooting these two people, Fan Xiao gritted his teeth and threw them directly. A dagger appeared in the other hand, and he jumped out. He jumped directly into the crowd of the other party, and he jumped into the crowd of a large number of people. He took one hand and one hand.

The dagger was like a tiger going down the mountain, and the move was fatal, and a bloody slaughter whirlwind was directly lifted among the other people. In the blink of an eye, he killed seven or eight people one by himself, and he directly dragged all the nearly twenty holes of people. Fan Xiao move was fatal, his neck and heart, and he waved the dagger like a god of death and reaped his life. He was also anxious and played his life. In a daze, almost all the half of the people who rushed down were killed.

The last group of dead soldiers, seeing Fan Xiao in the crowd was so brave, his group of people were his opponents, especially in close combat, and the guns did not have much effect. They suddenly stopped, held weapons, and pointed the trigger in the crowd without hesitation. Their storm was called by their own people. Fan Xiao had just wiped a man's neck open and looked up to see this scene. He almost subconsciously raised his hand and hugged the figure in front of him, hugging the man in front of him. The sound of gunshots all over the sky was heard one after another. The man he was holding in front of him was almost instantly beaten into dice. After the four or five people standing there, after a storm, each of them had a look.

A grenade was frantically swung towards Fan Xiao. At this moment, everything was like slow motion. At the same time, on both sides, many militants surrounding Zhang Fan and the bats were surrounded, and the guns were all aimed at Fan Xiao. Fan Xiao turned his whole person into a bloody man. He looked at the crowd around him and knew that he had no way to retreat. His last action was to turn his head and look at Wang Ying who was kicked down by him. At this moment, he and his best brother in his life looked at each other, with only one look, and the two of them didn't need to express anything at all. He saw the madness in Wang Ying's eyes, and saw Wang Ying climbing up from below without hesitation. He also saw the police rushing up behind Wang Ying.

At this moment, the most familiar smile on Fan Xiao's lips was on the corner of his mouth. A grenade was the enemy magic not far from Fan Xiao, and it exploded first. Then, one after another, the sound of explosions around him came out. These militants, holding weapons, also shot at Fan Xiao like crazy, and shot at the police behind him. During the explosion, Fan Xiao's body floated up like a leaf, falling heavily to the ground. At this moment, the police had rushed to the side of Wang Ying and Long Wei, and directly protected the two people, and began to shoot at the armed forces chasing behind.

Wang Ying stood there and witnessed all this with his own eyes. In this moment, Wang Ying's mind went blank. He pushed away the police around him like crazy. In the dense firepower, he rushed up to Fan Xiao without caring. Several policemen around raised their hands and pulled Wang Ying. Wang Ying turned to kill and looked like "Let me go!" He roared and rushed out of the protection circle, regardless of any firepower blockade around him, and rushed towards Fan Xiao who was lying on the ground. At this moment, Wang Shumao behind him also followed. He looked at the situation and "protect him!" He followed him without caring about it. All the police behind him rushed up. At this moment, the sound of gunfire continued.

Wang Ying rushed to Fan Xiao's side and knelt down immediately. At this moment, Fan Xiao was covered in blood and could hardly recognize him. The only thing he could see was the familiar look. Wang Ying's tears flowed out instantly. He felt like he was dreaming. He raised his hand and grabbed his face and scratched it down frantically. For a moment, his face was full of blood. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!!" Wang Ying could no longer speak, and the severe grief from the heart made him completely unable to control his emotions. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" Wang Ying could only say this word now, and the explosions around him were one after another.

As the three came out, Wang Ying's face was covered with blood and tears. He raised his hand and hugged Fan Xiao. Looking at his brother who had been with him since his school days, the brother who had been by his side for more than ten years and saved his life countless times, his body was twitching, and tears kept flowing down. He opened his mouth and could not speak at all. Fan Xiao was very weak. He looked at Wang Ying and looked at his close friend who changed his life. He raised his hand gently and wiped Wang Ying's tears. Another sunny smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. His voice was very weak. In his words, the blood at the corner of his mouth was still flowing down.

"Silver, silver, this, this, this, more than ten years, yes, is my happiest time. I, I, I, have seen you with my own eyes, walking step by step, walking to today, today, today, the road ahead, no, cannot, can't accompany you, walk together, don't, don't, don't be sad, don't be sad, don't be sad, I, Fanxiao, forever, forever, forever, are here, are with you, my best brother." Fanxiao said, breathing a sigh of relief, the sunny smile, and the familiar eyes, he gently said, "Let's go." He slowly closed his eyes, grabbed Wang Ying's hand, and let go, Wang Ying couldn't even speak. In a blink of an eye, in a daze, he just recognized him.

When he met Fan Xiao, the stubborn little flat head, the young man who had just left the Ghost Island, has been in the mind of Wang Ying over the years, one scene after another, and he kept coming to Wang Ying's mind. He hugged Fan Xiao tightly and buried his head in Fan Xiao's chest. He couldn't speak and kept shaking his head. Wang Shumao looked at all from the side, and he was completely stunned. He knew Wang Ying very well. He knew what Fan Xiao meant to Wang Ying. He knew even more that Fan Xiao was one of the first group. He had been with Wang Ying for more than ten years. In recent years, he had experienced many ups and downs and downs and many life and deaths. Wang Shumao turned his head and looked at Zhu Hua next to him, "Run away, I took your head."

Zhu Hua knew even more about the relationship between Wang Ying and Fan Xiao. To be honest, no one hates Fan Xiao, a good old man. He looked up at the people around him, "No one is allowed to run away, catch them!" Zhu Hua shouted and took everyone behind him and chased them. Wang Ying still hugged Fan Xiao like this, and he couldn't bear to let go. At this moment, he felt that the sky seemed to have collapsed. For him, Fan Xiao was definitely not just a simple brother. Wang Ying's parents left so many times.

In 2008, Fan Xiao lived on Ghost Island without his parents. The years between him and Wang Ying were no longer as simple as simple friendship. A few minutes later, a figure rushed over from the side. Zhang Fan ran to Wang Ying, looked at Wang Ying's side, and then looked at Fan Xiao. His face changed instantly. The weapon in his hand fell to the ground. At this moment, Zhang Fan also knelt on the ground. The last time he saw Zhang Fan like this was when Song Jian left.

He touched his face in disbelief. His face was covered with blood. The dignified king of the jungle was like a walking corpse with a loss of soul. Tears slowly flowed out. Everything around him was forbidden to release the Buddha. Time seemed to stop freezing this place. Everything seemed to have nothing to do with them...

The sky in the ancient city is gloomy today, and dark clouds are shrouded in dark clouds, which makes people feel a little depressed. In the octagonal cemetery in the ancient city of Bajiao Hutong, there are few people standing here. Everyone is wearing black suits, white shirts, and black leather shoes. The scene is solemn and solemn. Wang Ying is standing in front of him. Behind him are Li Kang, the head blade, gray blood, Li Yao, Liu Zifeng, Hu Yili, Xiao Tie Niu, Resentful Zilong, the puzzles, Su Tuo, dolphin, chimpanzee, octopus, fox, including Liu Shengpeng, Arnold, Zhang Fan, bat, big fat, and Tie Zhuang. All the senior executives of the entire wolf nest came here, everyone stood here, their eyes gathered on the tombstone of Fanxiao.

Gao Lang also stood beside Wang Ying, staring at Fan Xiao's photo on the tombstone, always feeling that everything was like a nightmare. After a moment, he turned around and couldn't bear to look at Long Cheng, Long Wei, Long Wei's mother, and even Yan Yongqiang, all came. Even Jingxin showed up because of Fan Xiao's affairs.

The time had come, and Wang Ying raised his hand from the side to signal for a moment. Someone came over from the side to Wang Ying, Jingxin, and their children, wearing mourning clothes. On the other side, there was a cat, leading Fan Xiao's son, and also wearing mourning clothes. They stood on both sides of Fan Xiao's tombstone. In front of them, someone also placed an altar. In front of the altar was an incinerator. Among the crowd, several great monks appeared. They sat on the ground, chanting scriptures and chanting Buddha's name to save the dead souls.
Chapter completed!