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Ye Que stood still, allowing the wound on his back to slowly stop the bleeding and slowly begin to heal.

In Xiang Lan's incredible eyes, the wound healed at a strange speed.

Although the healing of the wound can be seen with the naked eye, the healing rate is much slower than before.

However, it can make Xiang Lan see the improvement of the wound, which also makes her feel more at ease.

From the very beginning, I knew that the night was extraordinary, but I didn't expect it to be so ******, simply speaking, such a large area of wounds, not lying in the hospital for a long time, using expensive wound medicine, but also to prevent infection and a series of measures, want to stand in front of you alive, it is simply a fool's dream.

But everything in front of him completely subverted the tradition, no means were taken, let alone corresponding protection, just exposed without care, but it also recovered so quickly, so quickly that even Xiang Lan was a little jealous.

Not to mention the hemostatic effect, just a small section of complete recovery, you can no longer see where the scars are, the skin is as smooth as the beginning, and there is not even the troublesome healing bump. If the whole wound heals, it is not difficult to guarantee that in addition to leaving the mark of blood flowing, it is completely impossible to see that there is such a serious wound on the back, such a tear, almost all the muscles are completely turned out.

Xiang Lan watched like this, like a miraculous scene. Although I know all the strangeness of the night shortage, seeing it up close is always ten thousand times more shocking than those imaginations in my mind.

On the one hand, there are facts, and on the other hand, there is no boundary brain supplement.

wiped the seemingly ordinary hand clean, and didn't even give a chance to adjust his breathing, the curvature of the corners of his mouth slowly disappeared, and the cold light flashed in his slightly squinted eyes, and he roared towards the night lack again.

There is no change, the speed is similar to that of ordinary people, but the strange arms swing at the sides of the body.

It's very attention-grabbing.

When he got closer, he still raised his arms in the sprint, and his palms were close together, forming a knife-like shape, and he wanted to slash down again.

The movement is exactly the same as last time, except for the reduced pace.

Such a distance is completely beyond the length of the arm, and at such a distance, it is completely impossible to touch the edge of the night shortage, but the distance that can suddenly increase, how far away is it safe to step on it, the night lack has no bottom in his heart, and he has no intention of betting.

The sharpness of the knife is obvious, and if you hit it solidly, you can't guarantee that you are still complete, even if your body is strong, the meat still can't fight the knife.

Without hesitation, after Ye Que took the initiative to take a step, his body leaned back, and he took advantage of the situation to raise his foot and kick at the other party.

The hand knife arced and stopped at the position of Ye Que's chest, and he could clearly see that the whole palm was like metal, although it had the color of flesh, but the hard state and the slight metallic luster could indicate that it was completely a metal product, and the wrist had a strange lengthening, like dough, which was stretched and elongated.

The big foot board of the night was in close contact with the other party's stomach, and the huge force forcibly stopped the other party's footsteps and kicked it out fiercely.

Strange feeling, even through the thick soles of the shoes, the night can feel the uncomfortable feeling from the soles of the feet.

There are countless people who have been kicked, all parts, all directions, and there has never been such an awkward time as this one.

It doesn't feel like it's in contact with the real thing, it's not like the touch from the human belly, it's soft, it's like stepping on a mess of mud, it's soft, it's a little slippery, it seems that with a little more strength, you can sink your foot into it, not like kicking people through with a kick, but it's a little like falling into a swamp.

The other party was kicked back, flew out as expected, stood and retreated, his slightly bent legs motionless, and his feet plowed two deep marks on the ground.

At the moment of retreat, Ye Que clearly saw that the elongated wrist was very decisively retracted, and after the palms that were put together suddenly lost their metallic luster, they danced flexibly in the air, as if this could achieve the effect of balancing the body.

Holding the ground with one hand, a beautiful flip with a high difficulty coefficient landed firmly beside Xiang Lan.

Without any words, Xiang Lan, who was kneeling on the ground, put his arm around the girl who was still sleeping with one hand, and groped around Ye Que in a panic with the other.

From start to finish, everything was fast. No matter how fast it is, she can't suppress the fear and uneasiness in Xiang Lan's heart, even if Ye Que stands firmly beside her, she will be very worried that Ye Que will be injured.

The contact time is not long, maybe everything happens because Ye Que pulled himself in, but along the way, Ye Que has been protecting himself and his children, even if he is scarred, he still protects the two of them steadily.

Women are emotional, hurt again and again, in front of themselves again and again, but there is no half a word of complaint in her mouth, she has never disliked such two oil bottles, but she is protecting them wholeheartedly, even if she has another purpose in her heart, even if it is a wood carving, she will be moved without reservation.

Xiang Lan's hand moved inch by inch on Ye Que's body, examining it very carefully.

Gentle caressing, firm muscles, warm skin, and a strong masculine vibe. Knowing that the timing was wrong, he couldn't bear to move his soft palm away, and he almost blushed with shame.

The hand was moving unhurriedly, perhaps unintentionally, and the clothes on the night were neatly slipping off the clothes on his chest.

It's neatly unfolded, like behind it.

The sturdy clothes were pulled in unison, and the ones below the chest lost their last support and fell to the ground.

As the clothes fell, a very small scratch appeared on Ye Que's chest, and after a slight pause, a few drops of bright red blood began to ooze.

There wasn't much blood, and it dripped down Ye Que's sturdy chest and fell on the back of Xiang Lan's hand.

A trace of warmth made Xiang Lan tremble.

The head that had been lowered because he was a little shy was raised suddenly, and his eyes swept over Ye Que inch by inch.

A very small wound made Xiang Lan's pupils shrink, and in an instant, his eyes were full of mist, and he tried to stretch his arm to hold down the wound that was still slowly oozing blood.

The hand was gently held in mid-air.

Some cold little hands suddenly felt unprecedented warmth.

He glanced down lightly, held Xiang Lan's small hand and gently took it away, and stretched out his index finger in Xiang Lanqing's tearful gaze.

After a slight pause, he gently pulled the long hair that Xiang Lan blocked in front of his forehead behind his ears, and he didn't even leave a smile, but turned away in great strides.

Only half of the beheaded clothes are still hanging on Ye Que's body, and with his almost perfect figure, it can only make people sigh secretly, what a crop top.

Maybe there is the friction of the clothes, which will affect his movements, Ye Que grabbed the clothes on his shoulders violently, and with a bang, the remaining clothes immediately turned into pieces.

The solid figure was exposed, and the presence of wounds was no longer visible on the smooth skin, except for the blood stains that were about to dry after the red print.

Ye Que's gaze did not completely depart from the target of being kicked back by him, the feeling of that kick was particularly bad, and he could only be secretly guarded, with Xiang Lan and the girl behind him, a little farther away, the ball with faint fighting power was also trampled under the feet of a character who looked like himself.

stared at each other, without any active action, but still maintained a high level of vigilance. The visible green tendons protrude and spread on the muscles, which is a sign of dark exertion.

"Heh~" A shallow sneer came from the other party's mouth, the voice was not loud, but it was cold and piercing, and he looked down at his abdomen that was kicked by the night, "He~~", followed by another sound.

The abdomen had completely collapsed, arching high on the back, and it looked as if the entire abdomen had been moved backwards. The clothes on the back have bloomed, if it weren't for the high quality of the uniform, without this layer of cushioning, maybe the abdomen would have been pulled farther away, maybe the abdomen would have completely detached from the body.

It's a very weird image, it looks like a concave existence, and even Xiang Lan hurriedly glanced at it and then put all his attention on Ye Quan.

Slowly straightened his waist, a bunch of protrusions behind him began to slowly flatten, and the sunken abdomen began to slowly bulge. Soon, the whole body returned to its normal appearance, and Ye Que's powerful kick may have just kicked the clothes on the other party's back.

Stretched out his hand, took out an index finger, and shook it lightly at Ye Que, his eyes still shining coldly.

Such actions are very arrogant and domineering. At least the ball that was stepped on the ground and looked at it all felt like this, always thinking that he would change places with him, and he must be more handsome, at least the temperament of the two people was not at the same level at all, and the goods must be lucky to be in the limelight, except for playing handsome a few times, I didn't see anything powerful.

Yes, yes.

With a slight step on the ground, he rushed towards the night again, the same speed, without the slightest change.

The hand swayed gently beside him, and the palm of the hand faintly began to glow with a slight metallic luster.

Ye Que squatted slightly, his fists clenched tightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the opponent's movements without blinking, and he was completely ready to strike.

Closer, when there were still three meters away, he waved his arm violently towards the night.

It's much farther than the previous two times, even if you wave your arm early, you can't attack your target, but instead completely expose your attack trajectory and give the opponent a complete counterattack, which is extremely irrational.

Ye Que just wanted to step forward to attack, but subconsciously he suddenly dodged, a black curve crossed, and a small wound on his neck suddenly appeared。。。。。。