The above actions are purely special effects. If the children don't have uncle Anjie's skill and character, please don't imitate them. If they are the same, it's the devil.

The hot air from the explosion not only tore his clothes behind him, but also provided him with enough leverage points to adjust his landing position as quickly as possible in the air. You know, if he jumped out of the third floor, he would be immortal if he wasn't the characters of Jin Gu Liang Wen.

Pain seems to be a kind of benign stimulation to him. The speed of the ground approaching him seems to be slowed down. Anjie's feet touch the ground, quickly follow the instinct and bend naturally, and then the body shrinks to the maximum extent to reduce the impact force. The body falls forward and involuntarily rolls thousands of degrees before stopping. How can it do.

Anjie's hands are on the ground, trying to get up. The soles of her feet are soft, but she falls back, and her eyes are black. At this time, a large piece of object with no idea what it is, with a flame, like a broom star, rushed like him. Unfortunately, for the time being, Anjie, who had lost his eyesight due to the lack of blood supply to his brain, didn't notice!

A pair of hands stretched out from the side and jerked him away. The strength made Anjie even feel that his feet were off the ground for a moment, and then they collided with another person. Then they fell to the ground together. Not far away, the UFO at the scene of the fire fell down with a roar, and the fire burst into the sky.

Anjie took a slow breath and propped up. He found that the man he was holding was mo Cong, who was supposed to be drinking tea with grandfather Zhou. He turned to one side and looked at the burning building. His eyes were shining with fire.

Mo Cong is far less calm than him. No matter how thin Anjie is, he is also a man of good height. Just after such a collision, his chest became more and more stuffy. He grabbed Anjie's collar and picked him up from the ground. His expression was a little twisted, Squeeze out a few words from your teeth: "you're here to die, aren't you?"

Anjie smiles. I don't know if it's because of the fire. Mo Cong feels that there seems to be a special excitement on his face.

When Anjie wanted to say something, he suddenly turned his face aside and coughed. When he jumped down, he naturally protected his head and neck. The wounds were all on his arms and hands. His ragged coat showed his arms, and all kinds of tiny scars were bloody. Mo can't help but let go, sighed, took off his coat, wrapped in him.

At this time, someone's voice was approaching. Anjie frowned and pulled up Mo Cong: "let's go!"

They sneak into a small forest. Anjie makes a quiet gesture to Mo congbi and carefully looks at the fire fighting situation in the dark. After a while, the fire engines and police cars come, and the voices are noisy. Many people wake up and join the crowd.

Mo Cong grabs Anjie's shoulder rudely: "what are you looking at?! If you don't want to die, go back to the hospital with me immediately! "

Anjie looked at him with a smile: "now go back, I promise you will regret your whole life. The man who set off the bomb just now is definitely not far away. Now he should be waiting for the fun like us. Son of a bitch, if I don't catch him today, he won't know how many eyes Mr. Ma has. "

There is something strange about Anjie who talks like this. Don't be surprised.

Anjie stares at the scene for a while, turns around, reaches for his hand and presses his belly, slightly bends down, frowns and snorts, and leans against the tree trunk.

Mo Cong said coolly: "I thought you superman Altman, see a small monster on the small universe explosion, but also know the pain?"

Anjie didn't care about him. He frowned, but he seemed to be in a good mood. He glanced at Mo Cong and understood something: "how did you follow me? Who told you to wake up? "

Mo Cong's face was very ugly: "you, a disabled person, can run all over the street. Why can't I follow you? Isn't it just a cup of sleeping pills... Anjie, you look down on people, don't you? "

"Nonsense," Anjie said with a smile, "even if you can't put it down, I'll fart?"

Mo Cong sneered: "yes, if it wasn't for doctor song's reminding, I didn't know you had the habit of attacking people nearby."

Anjie shakes his head and sighs. His heart says that he knows it's his father, Lin's younger brother, song Chang'an. Ya has done nothing but bad things.

Suddenly, Mo suddenly pulled Anjie, dodged behind the tree and held his breath. As soon as Anjie's face was closed, there were so many holes in his body that his senses were paralyzed. On the contrary, he was not as sensitive as Mo Cong.

After a while, the sound of footsteps slowly approached, and a man wrapped in a dark raincoat stood still, looking at the noisy crowd. The man looked very big, with his hand in his pocket and his face out of sight. He seemed to be carrying a walkie talkie or something, and said in a low voice, "no... I know..."

The sound is very hard to hear. It's very mechanical. It's like using a voice changer.

After a pause, the man said, "are you still awake? Hum... The old place. "

With that, he turned to the other direction and went, with a strange rhythm of his steps, as if the whole person was a tightly packed clock, with a good score.

"Old place..." Anjie said with a playful smile, "this word is so beautiful. Follow him."

"What are you doing?" Mo Cong clenches his teeth. When he hides, he moves so fast that Anjie is completely in his arms. Knowing that this man has a wound in his abdomen, his arm can only be encircled a little below Anjie's chest, and he can feel his ribs and the other person's slow and regular heartbeat... Of course, in this case, it's hard for Mo Cong to feel good about any ambiguous action. He tightened his arm and firmly suppressed Anjie, "you dare not even have a gun..."

"Are you here to help or make trouble?" Anjie stares at him and interrupts him. His elbow suddenly drops back and hits Mo Cong in the ribs, forcing him to release his hand. "Don't talk nonsense. Either I'll knock you out and find someone to lift you back, or you'll follow me honestly."

"I..." Mo Cong felt that his back teeth were almost bitten, "you... Anjie, you are a big motherfucker."

Anjie "hehe" smiles: "how fresh it is, you can only know. Follow me, go

Mo Cong understood why he had been followed for a month