In the laughter of the two, the car quickly drove to the villa.

Although Han Jing always attacked Ye Tianlong, she had already regarded him as a friend in her heart. This **** was a hooligan, but the hooligan was upright.

At least better than those like Ma Gang who like to talk about body art.

And Ye Tianlong helped her a lot. Han Jing was very grateful to Ye Tianlong, and regarded him as a good friend invisibly, willing to share his joys, anger, sorrow and joy.

Han Jing found that the two people got along with joy and happiness that other people couldn't match. She was like a flower, and she began to flow her own tenderness.

Ye Tianlong looked at the woman of this savage girlfriend, and there was also an indescribable emotion on her face. This woman is a rare stream in the entertainment industry.

He could not talk about love for Han Jing, but he was willing to protect her as best as he could, so that her flower could bloom more beautifully.

"boom!"

Just as Ye Tianlong thought about turning, the car suddenly came to a sudden stop, and then the front of the car shook, as if something bounced out.

Ye Tianlong and Han Jing both leaned forward heavily, almost hitting the back of the seat, but the ground kuangtian in the front passenger seat did not respond and continued to close their eyes and rest.

Ye Tianlong rubbed his head: "What's the matter?"

"It seems to hit someone."

Tian Mo, who stepped on the brake, frowned: "A bright light came over just now, and my eyes narrowed uncontrollably."

"Then I saw a car parked on the side of the road. There was no sign that someone rushed out. I stepped on the brakes, but it was too late."

Tian Mo glanced at the front: "He came out too suddenly, too fast."

Han Jing was slightly surprised: "Have you hit someone?"

Ye Tianlong squinted his eyes and looked forward. He saw a gray-haired old man lying in the rain more than twenty meters away, with a large pool of blood beside him.

An umbrella fell four or five meters away, and several ribs were broken.

The white-haired old man twitched lightly, as if pained.

Han Jing reached out to pull the car door: "I will go down and have a look."

"Don't move! You call for an ambulance."

Ye Tianlong held down the woman, and then pulled the car door to go out by himself: "Tianmo, you stay in the car to protect Beibei, I'll go and see."

He didn't let Tianmo go down either. Although Tianmo killed a lot of people, they were all those who should be killed, bruising innocent people, and emotions would fluctuate somewhat.

Di Kuangtian, who had been silent and closed his eyes, slowly opened his eyes. Instead of looking at the injured old man with white hair, he looked around at the surroundings.

His nose twitched lightly, as if smelling something...

Ye Tianlong quickly ran up with an umbrella. The white-haired old man was lying on the ground. The white hair not only concealed his injuries, but also his facial features.

What Ye Tianlong could see was his white hair, his wrinkled hands, and a pool of blood flowing out.

He used an umbrella to shield the gray-haired old man from wind and rain, and shouted aloud:

"Old man, how are you? Can you still talk?"

He didn't dare to move the opponent indiscriminately. First, he didn't know where to hit, and second, the old man's bones were fragile, and accidental injury would cause secondary damage.

The white-haired old man lying on the ground didn't make a sound, but shook a few times, spewing out a big mouthful of blood, it seemed that the situation was very serious.

"Old man, hold on, the ambulance is coming."

Seeing this, Ye Tianlong leaned down hurriedly and shot the pulse to see how the white-haired old man was doing.

Just when he was about to touch, Ye Tianlong's eyes suddenly stagnated, his eyes flicked over the ankle of the white-haired old man, and his face instantly became a little more interesting.

"boom!"

Ye Tianlong, who was about to give the white-haired old man's veins, suddenly slipped, and he staggered over from the white-haired old man's waist.

This foot was heavy, and the middle part of the foot was clicked, almost breaking the waist of the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man shook his body, but he didn't scream, he just snorted, indicating that he had forgotten the pain because of the bruise.

"Sorry, slippery!"

Ye Tianlong hurriedly stopped, then turned around and approached the old man with white hair. This time he stepped too far and stepped on the fingers of the old man with white hair.

Both fingers were about to be squashed by Ye Tianlong, and a trace of blood flowed out.

"flutter!"

The white-haired old man snorted again, spit out a big mouthful of blood, the **** breath became more concentrated, but still did not scream.

"Sorry, I stepped on you again..."

Ye Tianlong's face was very apologetic: "Too nervous."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Tianlong's body trembled again, and he stepped on the white-haired old man's ankle.

Great momentum!

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the calf of the white-haired old man was forcibly broken by Ye Tianlong...

"what--"

The white-haired old man couldn't hold back anymore, he raised his head like an arrow swan and let out a tragic roar——

"Wow!"

At this moment, someone flashed out in the dark, took a step forward, and suddenly raised his right hand.

A ray of light burst instantly.

Han Jing subconsciously shouted: "Be careful!"

Ye Tianlong seemed to be prepared, and moved away from the spot.

"when!"

Like a thunderous blow, a saber flashed through the air like lightning and slammed into a tree behind Ye Tianlong.

penetrating!

In the rain, five middle-aged men walked out, looking at Ye Tianlong murderously, with endless sadness and indignation...

Ye Tianlong stepped forward very eagerly and snapped off the other leg of the white-haired old man.

"what--"

Another scream rang out, and the white-haired old man rolled all over his face with aggrieved and angry face.

Wanting to be a yin person, but Ye Tianlong calculated it against him and broke two legs. How could he not let him be miserable?

A bearded man flicked the cigarette in his hand and let out a murderous cry: "Boy, dare to hurt my brother, you are done."

"I don't want to hurt him either, but his drama is really crappy, and you guys are also very unprofessional. Isn't it clear that you have to do a full set?"

Ye Tianlong smiled: "Pretending to be a white-haired old man attacking me? The hair is good, and the wrinkles on his hands and neck are also good."

"But after doing so much, why don't you deal with your ankle? Even if you don't deal with it, you should cover it with your pants if you are hit by a car and fall."

The bearded man's eyelids twitched. He didn't expect that something went wrong here, and he had to admire Ye Tianlong's carefulness and at the same time, he was surprised at his experience:

He's hit someone, and he's still so vigilant, what is the life of this kid?

"Go ahead, who are you?"

Ye Tianlong took a step forward and looked at the bearded man and said, "Why don't you find me unhappy? I don't seem to have any grudges with you."

"You really have no grudges with us, but you have offended someone who shouldn't be offended."

The bearded man said coldly, "So you must die tonight."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes became rigid, and in his vision, Earth Kuangtian opened the car door and slowly appeared in front of them.

"Miao Biao, you say, who is going to die?"