No one saw Song Ye's strange technique clearly, only to see that the little hand was slender and weak, but he pinched the thick arm of the knife in the palm of his hand, twisted it arbitrarily, and the sound of broken bones came and went, with the uncontrollable scream of the knife, in the dim light, it looked extraordinary.

Several people on the other side were stunned for a while, and they didn't care about going up to save people, until the knife was paralyzed on the ground, and several people could catch him, looking at the twisted arm, they all shivered.

"Ah, stinky girl, ah, I can't spare you, kill her for me, kill her!" The knife turned pale with a pale face, covered his arms, looked horrified, and gritted his teeth to let the people under his hands come forward.

Only then did those people snort, and they pounced on Song Ye with hideous faces, "Stinky girl, you are looking for death." ”

The head of Song Ye took a step back, moved his wrist, was full of wine and food, and planned to exercise and practice his hands, his delicate chin was raised, with a hint of arrogance, "Let's go together." "These force values don't need to be broken one by one.

A few men whose self-esteem has been greatly challenged still want to rob at this time, holding a fist the size of a bowl, just wanting to teach the stinky girl in front of him a lesson to death.

But at the moment of getting close, Song Ye's slender figure was like a ghost, avoiding the oncoming fists, and several people only felt a flower in front of them, and in the next second, the ribs, lower abdomen, armpits, and nose bridge were all greatly impacted.

"Hmm......" Several people snorted and stepped back again and again, covering different injured parts and looking up, but there was no one in front of them.

"Here." A faint voice sounded, like a ghost, cold and unfluctuating, several people were startled, and found that the sound came from behind, Kankan was about to turn his head, but in an instant he felt a pain in his neck, and he collectively lost consciousness.

Until the moment before they fell unconscious, their eyes were still wide in disbelief, because they didn't see each other's movements clearly at all.

A group of four people, solved three, and left an old knife sitting on the ground, looking at the girl who was slowly walking towards him, he only felt cold, "You, don't come here, this is my territory, it hurt me, and you won't have a good life in the future." ”

Obviously stammering in fear, but still delusional about intimidation.

Song Yezhen didn't know whether to say that he didn't know whether he was fearless or had a sick brain, "Just now, you said that you wanted to scratch my face." She squatted in front of the knife, held the folding knife that fell on the ground in her hand, opened it and put it away, and played a dazzling appearance.

And then...... And the man fainted.

Song Ye was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips, feeling a little bored, he thought that he was full and found someone to practice his hands, but he didn't expect that a few people were so weak, and it was not enough to warm up.

As a killer, Song Ye's training method is, of course, based on actual combat accumulation, and only a fast and accurate fighting method can improve his skills the fastest.

There was no after-dinner entertainment, she walked around the house, and before going out, she glanced at the unconscious man in the corner, and in thought, her footsteps turned back, and she half-helped the person out of the alley, and found a clinic for treatment.

"Eh, how do you beat people like this, you children know that you cause trouble all day long, don't study hard, and if something really happens one day, it depends on who you go to cry." The barefoot doctor reprimanded him, examined the wound, and hurriedly took iodine wine and cotton to clean the wound.

Song Ye sat aside and didn't speak, and when she finished cleaning up the bloodstains, she found that it was not a man lying there, but a boy, because she was dressed and proud of his height, but she didn't fail to recognize it.

After the doctor treated the wound, he prescribed some anti-inflammatory drugs and went to rest, and before leaving, he also instructed, "The family should watch carefully, and call me again in the middle of the night if I have a fever." ”

Seeing that righteousness and courage were treated as family members, Song Ye looked at the person on the bed, and then looked at the medicine in his hand, feeling somewhat thankless.

The wound on the other party's head was not big, and Song Ye didn't want to be consumed here, so he got up and walked to the boy, and pinched the middle of the person to wake him up.

"Hmm......" The boy dizzy, snorted, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a gray cotton jacket and an unclear face, "You are ......"

"Song Ye, the one who saved you." Concisely reported his name, so that the other party remembered the kindness, Song Ye is not a person who does not want to repay the favor.

Sure enough, the boy's pale face became subtle, "You save me, what about the knife?" ”

"The person who beat you is called a knife??" Song Ye didn't answer the rhetorical question, and threw all the questions that he didn't have time to extract a confession to the boy in front of him.

"Hey......" When the boy reacted, Song Ye's figure had already disappeared from sight.

appeared inexplicably, asked a question that didn't end to the end, and now left by himself, even the boys who are usually good at pretending to be cool are a little crazy.

However, Song Ye didn't pay attention to his distress at all, her body was tired after a whole day, she found a nearby hotel to rest, lay on the bed and quickly fell asleep.

In the boundless nightmare, there was a bottomless sea, an explosion that engulfed all people's minds, and in the severe pain all over her body, she still remembered how unwilling her heart was.

She worked for the group, weaving and selling, lived for thirteen years, and was the world's number one top killer, but she didn't want to be betrayed by the group and weaving in the last golden basin washing mission, and buried at the bottom of the sea.

She was too naïve, whether it was the organization or that person, how could she leave that dark world alive......

The sun shone through the curtains on the big bed, Song Ye opened her eyes quietly, sweating profusely, her limbs were as heavy as if she remembered the pain of the bomb tearing, she walked into the bathroom and took a hot shower, her pale face returned to a trace of blood.

Standing in front of the mirror, she looked at the delicate and beautiful little face and showed a cold smile.

Even if she is dreaming, she is unwilling, it seems that she will be reborn once, and the new hatred and old hatred will have to be calculated clearly sooner or later.

Only now, looking at the only worn padded jacket on her body, she decided to solve her current poor image first.

Before the time agreed with Zhao Zhen arrived, Song Ye drank a bowl of soy milk at the entrance of the street, and went to the nearby commercial market to buy clothes.

Of course, as soon as she entered the door in such a rustic dress, no waitress was willing to take care of her.