Chapter 187 You can stand up again

The battle on the Caisha River made the entire northwest boil.

After the Shura League, the Qinghe Gang became the new darling of the kingdom on the northwest road, and the legend of Thirteen Blood Hands also became a myth. More and more young people regard Thirteen Blood Hands as their idol and want to join the Qinghe Gang.

These people only saw the glory of glory, but did not see the efforts of the Thirteen Blood Hands behind the glory. In the battle on the Caisha River, the Thirteen Blood Hands were seriously injured and eight minor injuries. Even Lu Tianfeng, the boss, was very tired.

The worst of the five serious injuries was Sun Kexi. The boy was cut thirty-six times and was almost covered in bruises. According to Tian Feimo, his intestines were squeezed out, but he was not dead. Three days later, he opened his eyes in a secluded hospital, which made the director of the hospital breathe a sigh of relief. He did not doubt the words of these people. If anyone of them died, the hospital would be buried with him.

These people are not good men and women.

"Monkey Sun, it's not bad. He's a man. He finally holds up and does not die." Luo Yuhua's fierce eyes flashed with a calm and violent rage. Before, he was a person with an undepressed temper, but after experiencing life and death, and the baptism of blood flowers of killing, he has slowly integrated into a new life.

But this time, he was deeply injured. One of his right arm was neatly cut off from his elbow, but he also cut off more than 30 people's hands alone. In general, he made a profit.

He wanted to leave, but was kept by Mo Yan and Tian Feimo.

At that time, Luo Yuhua was as sad as a bird, and just wanted to find a corner without anyone else to end his cowardly life. He did not hate anyone, but only hated his incompetence, and did not dare to accept the pitiful gazes of his brothers. He was a person who did not need pitiful others. Since he could not live on his feet, he would die on his feet.

"We are the Thirteen Blood Hands, and we are indispensable. Yuhua. From today on, all our Thirteen Blood Hands brothers are your right hand, so you have nothing to lack, and you are still Luo Yuhua from the past, and will be stronger than before."

"As long as we don't die, each of us will stay here, and we will always be good brothers."

Tian Feimo and Mo Yan, one word of each other, is both encouragement and comfort.

No one died of serious injuries, and there is no need to say much about minor injuries. Mo Yan, Tian Feimo and others even avoided bandaging. They took it with hot water and wiped a towel. The next day, the wound became scarred and there was no problem at all. It was just that the physical strength was consumed and they could not recover in a few days.

The widow Luo was shy and anxious, but she was powerless to resist. She had to be asked too much by this man and was drunk and dreaming of death.

A week passed by quickly, and Lu Tianfeng finally returned to his usual calmness. This battle with the Three Thousand Shura Iron Guards did gain a lot. Although it was not as improved as a battle between masters of the same level, there were still many things that could be obtained by killing. The proficiency of combat skills and the improvement of fighting spirit were also very obvious.

The most important thing is that after this battle under such strong pressure, the Thirteen Blood Hand should have grown up, and there is a sense of heroism in my eyes that no one else can be afraid of any enemy.

Although he paid a lot, Lu Tianfeng felt it was still worth it.

"Young husband, you are so awesome. You actually repelled the guards of the Shulu League. Let me tell you good news. All the people from the Shulu League have evacuated S City today. It seems that they have really given up S City."

Lu Tianfeng sat up, with only a pair of shorts left on his body, without any cover, and got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. However, when he arrived at the door, he asked: "Don't there still be a Jinwei from the Shura League, why did he withdraw so quickly?"

Widow Luo said, "The three major powers of the Shura Alliance have now lost two powers. If even the Jinwei loses it, it is not a matter of retreat, but the Ye family has been destroyed. They are not fools. They choose to retreat at this time. As long as the Madman Shura can come back, they still have a chance to rise again. If the Ye family is destroyed, even if the Madman Shura comes back, they cannot reborn the dead!"

Lu Tianfeng stood in the spray of hot water and the fog of rain. His slender body was clearly presented. Widow Luo leaned against the sliding door and looked at Lu Tianfeng. His charming eyes were filled with a hint of desire and said with a smile: "Husband, your figure is really good, full of explosive power, which can make women want to die in ecstasy and unable to stop!"

Faced with such rude actions, the widow Luo just smiled, and his eyes were filled with fire when he looked at Lu Tianfeng's face.

The next day, Lu Tianfeng came to the Qinghe Gang's headquarters, which is now the headquarters of the Qinghe Gang. After this battle, the glory obtained with life and blood needs to be cherished more. In one day, the number of Qinghe Gang increased to 1,000. This was a few people who were very careful to choose, otherwise the number would be even greater. The evacuation of Shura League has turned into a vacuum of power on the road.

The Qinghe Gang needs to enter it as quickly as possible to control the order of S City. Some people who take advantage of the situation and rob in the chaos will also be severely attacked by the Qinghe Gang. Of course, Mo Yan and Tian Feim will not be ruthless. Kill chickens and warn monkeys. Darkness requires blood to prove the power of words. Only when people are afraid can they be respected by others.

Luo Yuhua has been involved in gangs for a long time, so he is very familiar with the various rules of gangs. At this time, he has already organized various frameworks of the Qinghe Gang and launched various operations belonging to the gang. Of course, he has also recruited a lot of talents of all kinds. He needs to slowly integrate into it and into the Qinghe Gang in this operation.

"Boss, Boss--" As soon as Lu Tianfeng appeared, Thirteen was surprised and several were dealing with the Qinghe Gang's affairs. Like several seriously injured, they were still lying on the bed now, but they left the hospital and went home to recuperate. They were in a very happy mood. The victory they exchanged for their lives was indeed worthy of tasting the fruits of this victory.

Lu Tianfeng was not polite to them, and said to Luo Yuhua directly: "This time everyone has paid a lot, but they have gained a lot. Luo Yuhua, you have lost a hand, now I will compensate you with a left-hand knife. As long as you want to become stronger, you can become the strongest."

This left-hand sword technique was obtained by Lu Tianfeng from a left-hand swordsman. It was the winning product he got after their battle, and it was just right for Luo Yuhua now.

Lu Tianfeng held a hand in his hand, which was holding with his left hand. There was a chain on the knife, which was tightly clasped with his wrist. The knife moved and flew like rain. Within three meters around it, the knife energy was completely ignited. As the left hand flipped, the knife force was like a snake, and the advance and retreat were orderly.

When Lu Tianfeng put the knife in Luo Yuhua's hand, the man who was bleeding but not crying, tears rolled in his eyes. Luo Yuhua was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that he would become a waste and a person abandoned by the Thirteen Blood Hands. They had so much hardship along the way, and everyone cheered each other and endured it. Now, hope is right in front of him, but he broke his right hand and became a waste.

Although all the brothers were comforting him, he was very confident. He didn't dare to face everyone, and he was even more afraid to face Lu Tianfeng. Lu Tianfeng's knife gave him a second life.

"Mr. Lu, thank you, I won't let this knife be buried."

Lu Tianfeng nodded gently, patted his shoulder, and said, "I believe you can stand up and become one of the new Thirteen Blood Hands. Qinghe Gang will always be your home."

Mo Yan and Tian Feimo were both moved. Although they were comforting Luo Yuhua, they had no idea. The dark world was a place of loyalty, but it was also the most cruel place. Luo Yuhua's broken arm not only cut off his life's hope, but also cut off the hope of the Thirteen Blood Hands. If Lu Tianfeng didn't say a word and drove Luo Yuhua out, they could not say anything.

They are the Qinghe Gang, they are the Thirteen Blood Hands, and they are synonymous with killing and heroes. They will never leave a waste to destroy their reputation. Even if they don’t mind, Luo Yuhua himself can’t accept it.

The best result is to transfer Luo Yuhua away and raise him in Qinghe Gang. Luo Yuhua's life was spent in such loss and pain, slowly consuming his life.

But unexpectedly, Lu Tianfeng actually gave him a chance and gave him a left-handed knife.

In other words, as long as he works hard, he can practice the left-hand knife to the strongest level, and can still become one of the thirteen bloody hands. Maybe he will suffer a hundred times more pain in the middle, but Luo Yuhua will not give up, no, he will definitely not.

Because of giving up, he will be completely abandoned. No one in this world will sympathize with the weak, afraid that by that time, every brother of Thirteen Blood Hand will show contemptuous eyes to him.

Lu Tianfeng looked at the envy in everyone's eyes and smiled softly: "Don't envy Yuhua, you don't have a knife in your hands, but you already have a knife in your heart. The heart knife is formed. Who else can stop your killing in the future?"
Chapter completed!