"Pound!"

Gunfire rang out again. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Han Ziyan and the old man closed their eyes at the same time.

It's not that the old man doesn't want to see it, but he can't bear to look at it at all, his old face is already full of guilt at this time, and his heart is full of apologies for this young man who has saved him several times. If it weren't for himself and Zi Yan, maybe Cheng Xin wouldn't have died.

"Ahh

However, when they closed their eyes, they heard the screams of the man in the trench coat.

The old man quickly opened his eyes, only to see that the man in the trench coat was still holding the gun, but the hand he held the gun was already bloody and fleshy.

"It can't be! How could a gun explode! ”

The trench coat man looked up tremblingly, looking at his right hand, which had revealed his bones. This gun of his was built by a professional-level gun master in the United States, and it didn't even appear jammed, how could it be blown up?

Wait a minute! Wrong! It's not a bore! The place of the explosion is not a magazine!

When he turned the gun sideways, he found that this gun was not just as simple as exploding, if it was just exploding, it would not be so powerful.

His gaze moved to the muzzle of the gun, where there were two deep finger prints.

The man in the trench coat was dumbfounded.

glanced at Cheng Xin, who fell asleep on the ground, and couldn't believe it.

"This guy... Is it a monster? I can pinch the muzzle of the gun with my hands. ”

"Shhh

When the god-level paralysis period of pain in his hands passed, the huge pain made him gasp, and after a look in his eyes, he couldn't bear the pain and passed out.

This guy has a lot of strength...... Cheng Xin rubbed his still painful abdomen with some emotion, reluctantly got up from the ground, and lifted the man in the trench coat who was sleeping on the ground.

Knowing now, he saw the whole picture of the man in the trench coat clearly.

This is a handsome guy with no expression on his face, about thirty years old, although he has passed out, but his face still reveals a temperament that regards human life as a mustard.

Cheng Xin kicked a few times, and after seeing that he didn't react, he said with confidence: "Grass, aren't you very good, hey, you can also fly knives, and you can use guns, you shoot again, shoot." Don't you know how to kick people, and so will Lao Tzu, look at your feet! Cheng Xin kicked him hard according to the part where the man in the trench coat hit him just now, until he saw his body roll out of the way, and then nodded contentedly.

Although I don't know if this kick will hurt his spleen, Cheng Xin doesn't care about this, he finally escaped from that place, but he almost confessed to this person's hands, how can he make him feel better, as long as he doesn't die, even if it is such a thing as removing one of his arms, Cheng Xin can do it.

It's just that it doesn't have a good impact on doing such a bloody thing in public, not to mention that there is an angel in his heart here, and it's not good if she scares her.

"Ahh Grandpa, what's wrong with you, Grandpa, wake up, don't scare me! ”

Just as Cheng Xin looked at the man in the trench coat and secretly slandered himself, Han Ziyan's panicked voice came from behind him.

When Cheng Xin heard this, he hurriedly turned around and looked over, only to see the injured old man lying on the side of the road with a weak face, although his chest was still floating up and down slightly, but his pale face told others that he was no longer good. And Han Ziyan kept shaking the old man's body on the side, and she was already crying into a tearful person.

Not good! How did I forget about it!

Cheng Xin slapped his head, and then there was an injured person here.

He endured the pain and quickly came to the old man's side, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

When he rushed towards the man in the trench coat just now, he didn't know anything about the old man's situation, so he had to ask clearly to prescribe the right medicine.

"Just now... That person... After the shot, Grandpa opened his eyes for a while... It's closed, you save him, little brother, save my grandfather. Han Ziyan said in a choked voice while wiping her tears.

"Don't cry yet, I'll see." Cheng Xin first calmed Han Ziyan's emotions, and then carefully observed the old man's situation.

He touched the tip of the old man's nose and leaned over to listen to the old man's chest.

Although the breath and heartbeat are very weak, they are relatively stable, which proves that the old man's life is not in danger now.

Cheng Xin shifted his gaze to the left shoulder of the old man's knife, because the old man was wearing a tunic suit, and there was a shirt inside the tunic suit, so he couldn't see the wound now, and if he wanted to observe, he had to expose the wound.

"You're not fainting, are you?"

Cheng Xin's hands grabbed the clothes on both sides of the flying knife, turned his head and asked Han Ziyan.

And Han Ziyan also seemed to know what Cheng Xin was going to do next, and immediately shook her head, indicating that she was not fainting.

"That's good."

Cheng Xin breathed a sigh of relief and exerted his arms.

"Ahh

The high-quality tunic and shirt instantly appeared a big hole under Cheng Xin's tearing, exposing the old man's entire left shoulder.

"Oh no, this throwing knife is really poisonous!"

Cheng Xin's eyes froze, and he understood. The old man's wound has begun to turn black and rot, which proves that the toxin has begun to volatilize, and Cheng Xin understands that there are only two ways to save the old man now.

The first is to quickly find the corresponding antivenom and inject the elderly.

The second is to use the mouth to suck the toxins out of the old man's body.

"Quick, go to that person and find out if there is any antivenom!" After thinking about it, Cheng Xin said to Han Ziyan almost in a commanding tone. If there is an antivenom in this place, it can only appear on the man in the trench coat.

When Han Ziyan saw Cheng Xin's appearance, she immediately nodded stunned, wiped a handful of tears, and quickly ran to the place where the man in the windbreaker was, the speed was unprecedented in Han Ziyan's life.

Cheng Xin, on the other hand, grabbed the handle of the flying knife and took a deep breath.

Now he can't put his hope entirely on whether the man in the trench coat has the antidote or not, what he has to do now is to pull out the flying knife, and then use the second method - to suck out the toxins in the old man's body with his mouth.

"Nope! No! ”

Han Ziyan's almost collapsed voice came from behind her.

Cheng Xin took a deep breath again, and now he couldn't hesitate.

His hand relaxed, clenched, relaxed, clenched, and so on several times, until finally his eyes were closed and his right arm was forced. He heard the sound of blood splattering, and because he had his eyes closed, some of it was splashed on his face.

But he couldn't control it now, so he immediately blocked his mouth at the wound and sucked hard.

Suddenly he felt a sweetness in his mouth, and a warm current filled his mouth.

"Phew."

Cheng Xin opened his mouth and spit out, and a cloud of purple-black blood spit out of his mouth.

Without the slightest reason, Cheng Xin buried his head again.

After repeating this several times, he began to feel a little dizzy in his head.

Not good! I'm going to faint, the toxins haven't been washed yet, no! Can't get dizzy.

Cheng Xin shook his head, trying to keep his mind clear.

But the feeling of dizziness is like a maggot on the tarsal bones, and it can't be shaken off.

In the end, his eyes were black, and he fell to the old man's side.

"Hurry up, Miss is here, go find the master!"

Before losing consciousness, he heard someone break down the door.

"Saved..."

Cheng Xin muttered to himself and laughed.