Long Zhan was wearing that suit, and he was staggering alone in the cold night, his right hand tightly covering his left shoulder, trying to suppress the blood as much as possible, but the cold sweat on his forehead was still bubbling out like a spring!

For the first time, Long Zhan really realized what it means to make matters worse, the internal injuries of the body, plus the blood loss from gunshot wounds, if he is not dealt with in time, he may suffer from blood loss and shock at any time, or even die!

Finally, when Long Zhan walked to the end of the alley, through a window that was not closed tightly, Long Zhan noticed that it was a kitchen, he glanced casually inside, and simply jumped in through the window!

White sugar, Long Zhan quickly rummaged through the white sugar in the kitchen, and when he found the white sugar, he took some table salt, then turned on the kitchen gas, and put a kitchen knife on the tongs and burned it!

His movements were very light, so light that there was hardly a sound, for fear of waking the family up, and all of this had to be done within five minutes!

Finally, when the kitchen knife on the tongs was burned red, and even turned out green points of light, it was like a King Kong waiting to be tempered, this is a long shape of cutting fruit guessed, a bit like a dagger, when Long Zhan held the handle of the knife, his eyes showed a trace of fear!

Obviously, he had to use this red-hot blade to burn his wounds, on the one hand, to prevent the wounds from continuing to bleed, and on the other hand, to effectively disinfect the wounds, otherwise once infected, he would have no choice but to go to the hospital, and by that time, all plans, and even all the information obtained, would be completely disconnected.

Otherwise, at that time, if Long Zhan still wanted to continue to soar in this city, he really didn't know how many difficulties he would have to face! Maybe by that time, in order to save yourself, Mo Yun will even send himself back to Longbei Mountain directly!

Long Zhan couldn't believe that when his body was carried in front of the bearded man, his expression of sadness, pain and self-blame, of course, Long Zhan was even more reluctant to see the lost face of the big family who had to force a smile when he returned to Longbei Mountain!

Thinking of this, Long Zhan couldn't help but grit his teeth fiercely, stuffed the shirt he had taken off into his mouth and bit it tightly, and his wide eyes, like the cold glow of death, stared at the red-hot blade inch by inch towards the wound on his shoulder!

"Nourishing ......"

It was the sound of the red-hot blade meeting the flesh, and the next moment, the whole kitchen was filled with the smell of burnt flesh!

"Hmmm......"

It was Long Zhan's cold snort, he instantly experienced the taste of ancient torture, his teeth that were clenching his shirt tightly, and his gums instantly seeped blood because of the force, dyeing the white shirt red!

Under the scorching of this red blade, every muscle in Long Zhan's body suddenly tightened in an instant, and almost all his strength was used on his hand holding the handle of the knife, and on his left hand that was tightly pinching his trouser leg, he was exerting his strength, turning pain into strength, so that the red-hot blade was tightly attached to himself!

In an instant, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down the contours of the muscles, like rain, and for fifteen seconds, the red-hot blade stuck to the gunshot wound for a full fifteen seconds.

But these fifteen seconds seemed to be longer and harder than Long Zhan's training in the Dragon Scale Guard, and finally, when his body adapted to this pain, Long Zhan's clenched teeth also loosened, and even his hands, and even the muscles of his body, were completely relaxed in an instant, and the whole person seemed to be collapsed, leaning on the kitchen counter softly, panting heavily!

If at this moment, someone sees Long Zhan's appearance, they may give him a thumbs up, praise him for being a tough guy, praise him for being an iron-clad man, and even praise him for being the King of Iron Blood, but for Long Zhan, he would rather call himself a big fool, a fool who has to harm himself!

Because only a big fool, in order not to let his actions be affected by gunshot wounds, he deliberately made this kind of behavior that is almost 'self-harm', and the only benefit of this behavior is to make his external injuries look like healed, but the flesh and blood meridians that were injured by bullets cannot be recovered immediately!

But this is just the beginning, because the gunshot wound on Long Zhan's shoulder is a penetrating wound, and the bullet directly penetrates the shoulder blade and bursts out from the back shoulder, so his 'self-harm' will continue!

When Long Zhan put the kitchen knife on the flame again, his hands were trembling, like sifting chaff, this kind of inhuman pain, no one wants to try it a second time, but he must continue, otherwise the pain just now will be in vain!

This time, Long Zhan didn't plug his mouth with his clothes, he seemed to have adapted to this pain, when he picked up the red-hot kitchen knife again, Long Zhan could feel that the air in the entire kitchen seemed to be boiled by this kitchen knife, and even made him feel suffocated!

But his body was cold, maybe he had just sweated and collapsed, maybe because of pain, but he still didn't hesitate to put the kitchen knife on his back!

"......"

Once again, the burning sensation, once again the smell of burning flesh and skin, but this time, there was no pain on Long Zhan's face, on the contrary, there was a smile on his face, this is a happy smile, just like those jihadists who held bombs and generously went to death, with the best memories, crocheted their own mental anesthetics in their minds!

At this moment, what flashed in his mind were smiling faces, the smiling face of the bearded man who returned to Longbei Mountain wearing a military uniform, the happy smiling face of Ling Wei'er when she looked at her marriage proposal, and the satisfaction of Mo Yun watching her apprentice become famous......

In short, the moment Long Zhan stripped the blade that was almost burned with skin and flesh from his body, he was soaked all over his body, as if he had not dried it after taking a bath, and his body was not completely anesthetized by the mental anesthetic, and he was still trembling reflexively!

Long Zhan can only use the hope in his heart, the vitality in his heart, and the persistence in his heart to give himself confidence, courage, reason to insist, and motivation to continue to be stupid!

Because he is a soldier, a soldier who regards honor as his life!

"......"

When Long Zhan opened his eyes, his eyes were diametrically opposed to his body, because at this moment, Long Zhan's eyes were full of vitality and anger, especially the sudden burst of momentum on his body, which was in stark contrast to his weak body!