There will be no masters in the world in martial arts novels, and there are no world-shattering skills, but special forces must have the vigilance of the masters in kung fu movies, otherwise the enemy will get close, be wiped on his neck, and die of many grievances, grievances, and nests.

At the moment when Nalan Tongtong was willing to block the knife, Yang Chen had leveled the group of people in front of him and noticed the movement behind him, but he was a human after all, not Ultraman or Spider-Man, he was half a beat slower, and he didn't have time to make the most appropriate defense or attack, so he simply turned around and rushed forward, holding the stupid Nalan Tongtong at the waist, and turned around almost recklessly.

Use his solid back to meet the sharp dagger.

Most of the iron-clad fierce men in film and television dramas gritted their teeth when they were stabbed, but Yang Chen's resolute face did not have a trace of emotional fluctuations, as if he was not the one who was stabbed.

Scold!

The faint sound of a blade sinking into a muscle.

It seems that everyone present hears these almost inaudible sounds, and the hustle and bustle on the street is stagnant, blocking knives for women, just like a man's swear on the chest, easy to export, but difficult to do, life and death, if you don't pull the women around you to cushion your back, you are already a kind person.

Yang Chen blocked the knife very calmly, staring at Nalan Tongtong's sluggish face affectionately, smiling gently, Nalan Tongtong stared at his beloved blankly, tears came out of his eyes, more painful than being knifed.

The pain was about to suffocate.

The man who attacked from behind succeeded in one blow, and did not hesitate to withdraw his hand and draw the dagger, his movements were neat, and he had the demeanor of an expert, Yang Chen shot a stream of blood from his back, spilling the road, the crowd of onlookers was restless, and several exclamations broke out, Yang Chen did not move at all, which was no different from a pervert who lost his pain nerves.

He turned around, a sinister smile on his handsome face.

A pair of bright black eyes burst out with the killing intent of Sen Ran and the ruthlessness of the iron-blooded soldiers.

Although he was injured, he did not have the decadence and desolation at the end of the crossbow, but the momentum was even stronger, this is the heroic spirit and male blood precipitated by countless battles, and it is the blood-stained demeanor!

Yang Chen turned around slowly, beckoned to the young man who was a few meters behind, and said calmly, "Come again." ”

The bystanders, who had been gloating for a long time, were finally infected by Yang Chen's momentum alone, and applauded, applauded, and the siren sounded, and the young man who injured Yang Chen calmly put away his knife and flashed people, and the more than 20 people who had been besieged before no longer stayed, stumbled into the van, and fled the scene.

These people would never have imagined that they would pay such a heavy price for besieging a single person before they started.

"Are you stupid?!" Nalan Tongtong cried bitterly and lost her temper, a delicate face with pear blossoms and rain was full of reproach, blaming Yang Chen for blocking the knife with her body, this girl forgot, just now she was so stupid that she didn't want to die, Yang Chen gently rubbed her woman's wet face, and smiled gently.

"I said that I would protect you for the rest of my life, and I have to do it, you are injured, my heart hurts more than I have been cut by a thousand knives, and it is nothing for me to suffer a little flesh wound." Yang Chen's rough thumb wiped the tears under the corners of Nalan Tongtong's eyes.

The police arrived at the scene, briefly questioned Yang Chen and sent him to the hospital, in the hospital, Yang Chen had no choice but to take off his shirt, more shocking than a body of strong muscles were hideous scars, surgeons and nurses had seen all kinds of injured people, only the first time I met Yang Chen, a man who was covered with knife and gun wounds.

The male doctor in his forties knew which were knife wounds and which were gunshot wounds, and his hand holding the tweezers trembled involuntarily.

Nalan Tongtong stood beside Yang Chen, her eyes slowly swept over every scar on Yang Chen's upper body, every time she saw these scars, her heart hurt like a knife, she bit her lip lightly and wiped her tears, and choked up: "Husband, I won't let you suffer a little more in the future." ”

Yang Chen sweated wildly, these words seemed to be the lines he said affectionately, but they were said by Xiao Nizi, it sounded really awkward, but his heart was still warm, someone cared, and he was really happy.

The middle-aged doctor's trembling hand clenched the tweezers, and carefully stretched the degreasing alcohol cotton into the wound six or seven centimeters deep to disinfect, so that others always had to grin and scream a few times, and the young man who was deeply shocked did not frown, no matter how the novel and TV series of Guan Erye scraped the bones and healed the wounds in "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" were rendered, it was not as shocking as witnessing it with his own eyes.

"Does it hurt?" Nalan Tongtong looked at the doctor's disinfection method and trembled.

"It doesn't hurt." Yang Chen shook his head and chuckled, not with a hard mouth, when a woman's face pretends to be a man, this guy was knifed for the first time, in the deep mountains and old forests, how can there be doctors and nurses, they poured the gunpowder in the bullet into the wound and quickly ignited it, so as to disinfect, that kind of pain is called heartbreaking.

However, after many times, it gradually became numb.

At this time, the tweezers holding the alcohol cotton stabbed the wound, and what is it.

Half an hour later, Yang Chen and Nalan Tongtong walked out of the city's No. 2 Hospital, except for the leather coat that was two or three centimeters open, it was difficult to find the clues of Yang Chen's injury.

In the People's Park, the grass and trees, streams, and buildings are all dressed in holy silver, three or four degrees below zero, the park is quite lively, people come and go, Nalan Tongtong points and points, tells interesting stories about childhood, Yang Chen lights a cigarette, laughs while listening, and his mind is in the snow scene in early winter, the scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting, the founding great man of the song "Qinyuan Spring. The first few sentences of "Snow" really describe the northern winter vividly, a few words outline a vast and magnificent picture of the north, and the last few sentences of the uninhibited style of writing are like the bones of the northland man, wild and heroic, swallowing the world.

Even though the graceful scenery of Jiangnan has a large number of talented and beautiful people, it lacks this refreshing momentum.

The men of the north yearn for Yan Zhao warriors, the vast and desolate land breeds many heroes who conquer the world, write a sung and lamentable iron-blooded legend, and leave every paragraph of text in the thick annals, condense heroic feelings, Yang Chen was born and raised in the north, the people in the south of the Yangtze River are outstanding and spiritual, the literary brilliance of the talented man, and the smile of the beautiful woman is captivating, in his opinion, he is weaker after all.

A stunning piece of writing.

A bloody story of seven in and seven out of Dangyang Changban Slope.

Yang Chen, who prides himself on being a rough man, of course loves the latter, Nalan Tongtong noticed that the man who was slowly smoking next to him was absent-minded, pouted, and said angrily: "Husband, is your heart here with me at this time?" ”

Yang Chen chuckled, shook his head very honestly and said no, Xiao Nizi just wanted to show her brutal side, and the gentle and slightly deep voice drilled into her ears again, "Girl, I'm thinking, how can I give you a lifetime of happiness." ”

Nalan Tongtong's slender jade hand had already put on the slender jade hand of Yang Chen's waist, hanging down weakly, and her beautiful eyes were full of affection and tears.

In the Potala Palace, there is no spiritual platform, ** Lama Cangyang Gyatso wrote: In that month, I shook all the prayer cylinders not for excess, but only to touch your fingertips; That year, kowtowing on the mountain road was not for the audience, but for your warmth; In that life, turning mountains and rivers and turning pagodas, not for the sake of cultivating the next life, but just to meet you on the way.

Nalan Tongtong was once moved by this poem.

used to yearn for love and look forward to her true destiny.

Now, Yang Chen's simple words gently struck her heart, and her bowels turned softly, and she suddenly felt that the most touching love poems in the world were much inferior to her man's words.