Zhang Xiaofan ignored Cao Renqing and took Zhao Yulan directly into the car and drove towards Xiaogou Village.

On the other hand, the middle-aged man returned to the Feng family and told Feng Xiaoya about meeting Zhao Yulan.

"You really killed Zhao Qing?"

"Yes, she is in the same group as the Zhang man, so I'm..."

A loud slap broke the middle-aged man's words.

Feng Xiaoya is completely messy. Who is Zhao Qing? That is the treasure of the old man of the Zhao family and the most beloved third daughter.

You just kill her. If Mr. Zhao investigates it in the future, the two top-level families will completely break up.

Although there have always been many conflicts between the two families, they are all secret matters.

It is obvious that this time is essentially different from the past.

"You are getting more and more awesome. I'll ask you to kill Zhang Xiaofan. You're fine. Zhang Xiaofan is not dead. Kill Zhao Qing for me."

The middle-aged man lowered his head with a look of shame and stopped talking, but he thought to himself that as long as he survived today, he would definitely go to the Zhao family.

At this moment, Feng Xiaoya's cell phone suddenly rang. I didn't know what was said on the phone, but after hanging up the phone, Feng Xiaoya left in a hurry.

This made the middle-aged man breathe a long sigh of relief, and a feeling of surviving the disaster made the corners of his mouth slightly rise.

In Xiaogou Village, Zhang Xiaofan looked at Zhao Yulan, covered in blood on the bed and frowned.

Even though his medical skills were mysterious, he could not stop the bleeding for Zhao Yulan.

"This is a sharp weapon made of special materials, and the medical skills taught by the master have completely failed. How is this possible?"

Seeing that Zhao Yulan was about to die due to excessive blood loss, Zhang Xiaofan felt deeply helpless for the first time in his life.

"Miss Xiaolan, wake up..."

After trying all the methods, he began to choke; looking at the black wound that was constantly necrotic and expanding, his heart seemed to be suffocating.

Just when Zhang Xiaofan began to despair, he suddenly remembered a sentence from his master before.

"Xiaofan, if you encounter irreversible special injuries in the future, your blood is the best medicine."

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaofan found a sharp knife without hesitation and slashed hard on his arm.

Suddenly, a bright red blood overflowed with the sharp knife and fell on Zhao Yulan's wound drop by drop.

But without any reaction, the wound could not be stopped.

‘How is it possible? Did the master lie to me? No, it should be because there is not enough blood.’

So Zhang Xiaofan increased his strength again, and a piercing pain made his face twitch a few times, and sweat dripping from his forehead was even more as big as a bean.

Enduring the pain, more blood flowed onto Zhao Yulan's wounds.

Just as Zhang Xiaofan's blood filled Zhao Yulan's wounds, a blue mist slowly rose, accompanied by a pungent sour smell.

The wound that was still expanding just now stopped expanding after the cyan sour fog appeared, and the color gradually faded away from black.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Xiaofan was relieved.

However, this made him curious about his blood, ‘Is my blood different from others? Is it related to the fact that my master often gives me medicine baths?’

After thinking about it, I took back my mind and then went to investigate Zhao Yulan's injuries. Through the observation of the mind, I learned that Zhao Yulan's wound was indeed improving, but due to excessive blood loss, it has caused severe brain hypoxia. If blood cannot be replenished in time,

It is very likely to cause more serious brain nervous system damage.

Blood is different from other organs or parts; even in ancient Chinese medicine, blood cannot be generated out of thin air and cannot be reversed.

‘Since my blood is extraordinary, can it be delivered directly to Miss Xiaolan’s body?’

After hesitating for a while, Zhang Xiaofan decided to give it a try. After all, in this situation, it would be too late to go to the hospital.

After recombining his wound on Zhao Yulan's wound, Zhang Xiaofan began to use the Hunyuan Artifact, circulating the blood in his body and sending it into Zhao Yulan's body with no chance.

As time passed by little by little, Zhang Xiaofan's face had already become as pale as paper, and Zhao Yulan's face finally had a hint of blood.

Just as Zhao Yulan slowly opened her eyes, Zhang Xiaofan used his last bit of strength to smile at her, and then fell head-on in Zhao Yulan's arms.

Zhao Yulan wanted to move her body, but because she was too weak and had no strength at all, she raised her arm and fainted again.

The middle-aged man on the other side took out his cell phone and called Erzhuzi after coming out of the Feng family.

After learning that Zhao Yulan was rescued by Zhang Xiaofan, she quickly drove towards Xiaogou Village.

On a remote path in the village, the middle-aged man met Erzhuzi.

"What you said is true?"

"That's right, the boy named Zhang took Zhao Yulan home with blood-covered; and it seemed that she had her injuries cured, but now both of them fainted."

Erzhuzi had a wonderful face and described the situation at that time like a middle-aged man, which made the middle-aged man become interested in Zhang Xiaofan.

"So, the Zhang surnamed really has some tricks."

Erzhuzi rolled his eyes and knew that the man in front of him was not an ordinary person. Moreover, judging from his attitude towards Zhao Yulan, Zhao Yulan seemed to have an extraordinary life experience.

So he asked tentatively: "Do you have a grudge against Zhao Yulan?"

As soon as these words were said, the middle-aged man glared coldly, which made Erzhuzi feel excited.

"I don't mean that, depending on the current situation, I have a good idea."

"What good idea would you have?"

Erzhuzi quickly smiled and said with a flattering look on his face: "Since both of them are not seriously injured, we might as well push all the injuries of Zhao Yulan onto Zhang Xiaofan, take the people behind Zhao Yulan, and end Zhang Xiaofan.

”

As soon as these words were said, the middle-aged man was stunned, then raised his eyebrows and nodded slightly: "This is a good idea, but I must add some more materials to Zhao Yulan."

The middle-aged man said as he took out a pill from his pocket.

"If a normal person takes this medicine, he will become a fool, and thus forget about the past; if Zhao Yulan takes it and is plaguing Zhang Xiaofan, the Zhao family...hum!"

As he said that, the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, looking like he was about to succeed in his trick.

Erzhuzi stared at the pill and felt cold all over, afraid that the middle-aged man would give him one too. He quickly gave a thumbs up with compliment: "Gao, this trick is really high."

After some discussion, the two came directly to Zhang Xiaofan's house.

At this time, Zhang Xiaofan and the others were still in a coma and had no power to fight back.
Chapter completed!