Sister, you miss me

"Ahem..." Yang Feng coughed out a mouthful of blood.

"Yang Feng, are you finally awake?" Qiao Xuan wept with joy.

Yang Feng slowly opened his eyes, showing a weak smile.

"Huh? Who is this?" Yang Feng found Wu Zhiming.

Wu Zhiming released the trigger and put the pistol back into the holster.

"Deputy Captain Wu Zhiming of the Anti-drug Brigade." Qiao Xuan stated without emotion.

"He came to save us?"

"Yang Feng, you are so naive." Qiao Xuan shook her head: "He was going to kill us just now."

"Qiao Xuan, isn't he your boyfriend? Why, even you want to kill?"

"Yes, the two of us must die together."

"It seems you are not afraid."

"With you, I'm not afraid of anything." Qiao Xuan clasped his fingers and spoke sincerely.

"Then when Nai, don't drink Meng Po soup."

"If you don't drink it, you can still be found in the next life." Qiao Xuan was affectionate.

"Enough!" Wu Zhiming roared, "It's okay to wake up, so that you can at least be a ghost."

"Wu Zhiming, you just kill me. Why embarrass a woman, and it's a woman you loved so much. That, Haruki Murakami said, if you love each other, you can carry it with your hands until you grow old; if you miss it, protect him."

"Shut up! Yang Feng, I really convinced you. At this time, are you still in the mood to chant poetry?"

"Yang Feng," Qiao Xuan said, shaking her head, "you still don't understand, he is going to kill people."

"What do we know?" Yang Feng looked confused and innocent.

"Know his cowardice. If we live, if we publish everything we know, he will lose his job, ruin his future, and even have no face to continue living."

"That's it!"

"That's it, stop talking nonsense and die." Wu Zhiming went to draw his gun again.

"Hold on."

"Why, I'm afraid, you are also a coward." Wu Zhiming felt a hint of revenge.

"I just want to give you a chance."

"what chance?"

"A chance to prove that you are not a coward."

"how to prove?"

"To prove that you are not a coward, and to compete with Qiao Xuan, should we have a duel?"

"duel?"

"Yes, a European knightly duel, or a male fight for a mate."

"This is not fair!" Qiao Xuan said excitedly, "Yang Feng, your injury is so bad, you shed a lot of blood..."

Yang Feng shook his head to stop Qiao Xuan from continuing.

Wu Zhiming hesitated, even though he knew the time was urgent, Qiao Kun would find here soon, and the most sensible way was to kill the two, and then create the illusion of homicide.

However, Yang Feng said to his heart, he desperately wanted to prove that he was not a coward, especially in front of Qiao Xuan.

Seeing that Qiao Xuan cared so much about Yang Feng, Wu Zhiming immediately made a decision.

"Coward, I'm like this, don't you dare!" Yang Feng continued to stimulate Wu Zhiming.

"Bi Bi Bi, I am going to break your neck with my hands." Wu Zhiming took off his fishing bag.

"Oh, I remember, your ass is hurt, I promise not to kick that place." Yang Feng struggled to get up, standing trembling, as if he could blow it down in a while.

"Ah----" Yang Feng stretched his hands behind his back, pulled out pieces of iron, and let out a roar like a beast.

All the iron sheets were pulled out. Wu Zhiming couldn't wait. He yelled at Yang Feng and threw Yang Feng to the ground, successfully pinching his neck with both hands.

Just being overturned to the ground by this one, Yang Feng almost fainted with pain. He grasped Wu Zhiming's arms with both hands, rolled his eyes, and kicked with his feet on the ground.

"Yang Feng..." Of course, Qiao Xuan wanted to help, but when she just got up, the sky was spinning.

Qiao Xuan fell, and in a panic, she supported her with her hands.

"Oh -" Wu Zhiming let out a painful cry.

As it happens, Qiao Xuan's hand just supported Wu Zhiming's injured hip.

Wu Zhiming was distracted by eating pain, and the strength of his arms weakened. Yang Feng knew that the opportunity could not be missed. Life and death were on the line. He clenched his teeth, squeezed out the remaining strength, and separated Wu Zhiming's hands.

However, Yang Feng was seriously injured and lost too much blood. He was deadlocked for only three seconds, and another burst of dizziness swept through.

Wu Zhiming pinched his neck again, and Yang Feng rolled his eyes again.

Qiao Xuan shook his head, yelled "Yang Feng", and smashed Wu Zhiming's ass again with a fist.

The previous time was inadvertently inserted the willow, but this time it was targeted.

"Oh -" Wu Zhiming's body stiffened in pain.

Yang Feng felt the pressure on his neck loosened, his eyes violently opened, and he pushed Wu Zhiming's arms away, his legs were tied around Wu Zhiming's waist, and once again hit Wu Zhiming's wound.

Taking advantage of Wu Zhiming's distraction, Yang Feng turned over and pressed Wu Zhiming under him, followed by a right uppercut.

The fist hit Wu Zhiming in the cheek, but because Yang Feng's strength was limited, Wu Zhiming was fine, and after Yang Feng's punch, he was unsustainable.

Wu Zhiming turned over, pressed Yang Feng under him again, and also hit a right uppercut.

With a punch down, Yang Feng was stunned.

"Yang Feng..." Qiao Xuan lay there, hoarse.

Wu Zhiming's fist rained down, and Yang Feng was like a boat in a sea of ​​anger. He had no pain for a long time, and he had never seen all this.

At this moment, there was only Qiao Xuan's sadness in his eyes, and Qiao Xuan's hysteria in his ears.

However, there was a tranquility in his heart, as if he had entered a state of no sorrow, no joy, no desire, no desire.

Suddenly, Dan Tian moved.

Yang Feng was surprised to find that everything slowed down.

Qiao Xuan's words prolonged her tone, Qiao Xuan's tears slowly dripped, and Wu Zhiming's fist also...

The whole world is slow, just like slow motion in a movie.

So Yang Feng raised his hand and grabbed Wu Zhiming's fist.

This time, it was Wu Zhiming's turn to be astonished, and he punched another fist.

Similarly, as soon as he swung it out, he was held by Yang Feng.

Wu Zhiming was still behind in amazement, Yang Feng actually sat up, then stood up, and gave him a push.

"Yang Feng..." Qiao Xuan also couldn't figure it out, but there were more surprises.

"Damn it!" Wu Zhiming sipped, and Yang Feng, who was dying just now, could actually stand up, "Oh, I understand, it must be a return to the light, I don't mind seeing you again."

After all, Wu Zhiming fisted.

"Too slow!" Yang Feng came first and hit Wu Zhiming's left eye with a punch.

"Oh!" Wu Zhiming was slapped with Venus in the eyes, but his lips were reluctant, "Come again, give me some strength."

Wu Zhiming punched again, Yang Feng also punched, this time it hit Wu Zhiming's right eye.

"Damn!" Wu Zhiming cried: "Can't you change places?"

Before the words fell, he punched in the neck.

This punch knocked Wu Zhiming back three steps, almost unable to get up in one breath.

Wu Zhiming just stood still, Yang Feng shot a cannon into the sky, from bottom to top, hit Wu Zhiming in the chin.

Wu Zhiming flew upside down, fell three meters away, his injured buttocks hit the ground heavily, and he let out a roar of pain.

Yang Feng stretched out his right hand, thumbs up, and then turned it down.

Wu Zhiming said intermittently: "You...fuck you...don't you come back?"

Yang Feng smiled faintly, tried his best to control the shaking of his body, and turned around calmly, but couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood.

"Yang Feng..." Qiao Xuan originally wanted to applaud, but now she can only swallow it all back, just stretch out her right hand at Yang Feng.

Yang Feng's footsteps are heavier, his body is shaky, his eyelids heavier and heavier, his body is getting colder and colder...

"Yang Feng, I want to die with you." Wu Zhiming yelled, rushing from behind, strangling Yang Feng's neck with his left arm, and taking off a grenade on his waist with his right hand. Without hesitation, his thumb picked up the tab and pulled it up. firing pin.

"No!" Qiao Xuan shouted.

With a roar of "Yeah", Yang Feng pushed Wu Zhiming back. His purpose was obvious, hoping to stay away from Qiao Xuan.

The two men moved small steps, like they were playing a game of "going together", but Qiao Xuan was still within the scope of the explosion.

"Sorry, I have tried my best?" Yang Feng just moved his mouth, but couldn't make any sound.

Suddenly, a scorching air stream passed over his nose, and Wu Zhiming's right forearm disappeared with a pop.

The three of them were dumbfounded, and the picture freezes for three seconds.

Looking at the forearm that was seven or eight meters away, and at the broken stubble at the elbow, the blood was flowing like a spring, Wu Zhiming made a hysterical cry.

"Ah-oh..." Wu Zhiming fell to the ground holding his broken arm, convulsed all over, almost in shock.

"It's Dad, Yang Feng, Dad is here, we can be saved." Qiao Xuan shouted excitedly.

Looking at the mighty and late arrival of the police force, Yang Feng barely squeezed out a smile on his face, turned his head to look, his face changed greatly, and suddenly threw Qiao Xuan down.

Boom-a loud noise.

Before Qiao Xuan could react, Yang Feng sprayed a mouthful of blood on her head and face.

"Yang Feng, Yang Feng..."

Qiao Xuan was yelling, many people were yelling, footsteps everywhere, it seemed that someone was pushing him and running, and incandescent lamps flashed above his head.

The sound fades away, the light no longer exists, and consciousness enters a silent, dark world.

...

Dong Yongcheng felt that his face was lost, and he couldn't swallow that breath anyway. So, taking advantage of the silence of the night, he opened the fuel tank cap of the roadside car and sucked out a barrel of gasoline with a pipe.

Shun down a bicycle, carrying a barrel of gasoline, destination, Sister Hu's hair salon.

"Three bitches, I want you not to see the sun tomorrow!"

...

Yang Feng opened his eyes and saw the snow-white roof, the warm-colored ceiling light, and smelled a faint smell of disinfectant.

Yang Feng's thinking was a little slow, but he still reacted. This is a hospital ward.

Turning his head slightly, she saw Qiao Xuan lying sideways on the bed next door, facing him.

Yang Feng let out a sigh of relief, slightly propped his neck, and saw that his body was tied into zongzi.

With a wry smile, he shook his head, raised his left hand to touch his face, and put his heart back in his stomach, "Fortunately, there is no shame."

I don't know if I open my mouth, Yang Feng discovered how hoarse and unpleasant the voice is.

"Are you awake?" Qiao Xuan in a hospital gown immediately got out of bed and sat next to his bed, "How do you feel? I call the doctor."

"Bring some water."

"Ah." Qiao Xuan poured a cup of warm water and tasted it herself, "Just right, Yang Feng, can you get up?"

"I'm afraid not, find a spoon and feed me."

"There is no spoon, and no straw." Qiao Xuan bit her lip, glanced at the door quickly, then took a big sip, held the water in her mouth, bowed her head, and stunned Yang Feng's lips.

Yang Feng's eyes widened, his body froze, and his heart said, is this beautiful reward?

"Brother!" There was a girl's babble at the door.

The two hurriedly separated, Yang Feng turned around and Qin Xue slammed the door and left.