Chu Yan endured the severe pain, his face pale and his lips turned blue. Although it was early spring, his cold sweat was soaked in his robes.
He carefully untied his clothes, and when his trembling hands touched the wound, his whole body trembled.
The skin and flesh bloomed under the bloody clothes were exposed, and the bloody wounds were fuzzy.
Resisting the dizziness, Chu Yan used his spiritual power to stop the blood, and then worked hard to find the bullets in the sea of blood in the wound.
Because Wen Xining said that if you are hit by Nighthawk's bullet, you must take out the bullet, otherwise even if the wound heals, you will be infected and killed.
After making up his mind, Chu Yan took two deep breaths, gritted his teeth and frowned, and then stretched out his index finger to the deep hole that was shot with his bloody right hand.
As soon as he reached in a little, the blood that had stopped ejaculated again, splashing on Chu Yan's face...
But at this moment, Chu Yan didn't know that there were no bones in his abdomen. If the bullet had already penetrated the internal organs, he would not only not be able to remove the bullet, but would die faster.
Sweat as big as beans immediately emerged from Chu Yan's forehead, his face becoming paler, like an angry zombie.
Chu Yan groaned, pressed his feet against a raised stone on the ground, held his breath, and continued to explore in ruthlessly!
Fortunately, his luck was pretty good. When both knuckles were completely immersed in the flesh, he finally touched the bullet that was different from the softness of flesh.
But without any sharp weapon, and the wound can only hold one finger, how can it be removed?
After only half a second of pause, Chu Yan closed his eyes lightly. When he opened it again, he was ready to accept it more painfully, but the cold sweat almost made him unable to open his eyes.
The index finger slid exploringly to the edge of the bullet, taking advantage of the opportunity to insert it into the bullet and the muscles, and then dug it out hard, but the slit was too small to accommodate his index finger.
Chu Yan knew that it was full of internal organs. If he was not careful, the bullet would move its position. It would be difficult to find it when it was time to find it.
Tightly biting his lower lip, Chu Yan was cruel and stretched his thumb into the wound. The wound that could only accommodate one finger was stretched open. The severe pain made him twitch all over and his lips were bitten.
He was bleeding, but he still forced himself to look inside.
I touched it, finally touched it.
Chu Yan paused for a moment, took a deep breath, adapted to the severe pain, then clamped the index finger and thumb in his abdomen, and suddenly pulled out.
The whole hand was soaked in blood. Chu Yan looked at the bullet between the index finger and thumb and exhaled.
The dazzling and hot blood surged out like a tide, and a golden light gathered in Chu Yan's hand, slowly covering the wound.
As the golden light flashed, the blood gradually stopped, the wound became smaller and smaller, gradually healing, and in a moment, it was perfect.
"Um!"
Chu Yan, who had lost too much blood and had exhausted his spiritual power, could no longer hold on. After a muffled groan, he leaned weakly against the cold wall. He slowly raised his hand. In the palm of his blood, it was the one.
Bullets that left him suffering.
A bitter smile hit the corner of his mouth. This was the punishment Xier gave him, the punishment for his actions during this period.
This little suffering is nothing at all. Even if he dies, he cannot save everything he has done.
But now he can't die, he must survive.
Because he caused Xi'er to be seriously injured, she doesn't know what's going on now?
Back to her era, she should be saved even if she is so seriously injured.
His hand slowly pressed towards his chest, where there was the Xuantian Mirror, which brought them here together at the moment when the three of them fell off the cliff, but for some reason they were dispersed.
He wanted to find her and he wanted to atone for his sins. Even if all that was not what he intended to do, he deeply hurt Xier and his sister.
The hand holding the bullet tightly tugged, this was the only thing Xier left to him.
His mind gradually became blurred, and Chu Yan slowly fell down, with a relieved smile on his lips.
The night came quietly, and the dim lights in the alleys were sparsely lit up, and there was no trace of people in the deep alleys, and it was quiet and deserted.
"I'm so unlucky today! I didn't get a single order!"
A man's irritable voice broke the silence, with red hair, a cigarette lighted in his hand, a scattered eyebrows and a rat's eyes, and a look of evil.
"Stop talking! If this continues, we will starve to death on the streets!"
Another yellow-haired man with him nodded viciously, threw the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground angrily, and sparked sparks jumped.
"Ouch!"
The red-haired man who had just taken a step and was about to turn into the alley tripped by something, and several people staggered before they stood firm.
"Who puts things randomly?! Stand out for me! I'm trying to touch my eyebrows!"
After standing firm, the red-haired man cursed.
"Xiang... Xiangzi, look... it's a human..."
The yellow-haired man who followed closely followed him was so shocked that he couldn't speak after seeing Chu Yan clearly.
Originally, they were just robbing small money and thieves. When they really encountered real killing and fighting, they were still timid.
Hearing this, the red-haired man named Xiangzi turned around and when he saw Chu Yan's appearance, he took a few steps back in fear.
"Heiko, he...is he dead?"
Xiangzi asked with difficulty, pointing at Chu Yan's hand trembling.
"have no idea……"
Xiao Wu did not dare to take a step, but instead retreated to Xiangzi and looked at Chu Yan nervously.
"You go and have a look!"
After saying that, without waiting for Xiaowu's agreement, Xiangzi pushed Xiaowu towards Chu Yan. Xiaowu did not stand firm and staggered a few times, then fell heavily on Chu Yan's body.
"Save...save...life!!"
When his hands touched Chu Yan's cold chest, Xiao Wu looked up at him like a zombie-like white man, and rolled and crawled behind Xiangzi in panic, his hands were still covered in blood.
"Die...?"
Seeing Xiaowu's reaction, Shoko asked.
"Die...dead!"
Xiaowu replied with trembling teeth.
The two looked at each other, and tacitly left Chu Yan and ran away.
The sound of panic footsteps echoed in the valley...
"etc!"
Shoko, who was escaping from the scene of the crime, suddenly shouted to stop, and her arm was crossed, and the face of Xiaowu who had no time to brake behind her was in the back.
"You...what are you doing?"
Xiaowu covered his nose that was being hurt and looked at Shoko who suddenly stopped with a grievance.
"Did you notice what he is wearing just now?"
Shoko's eyes showed greedy and excited eyes!
"Go back!"
Before Xiaowu could be taken to think about it carefully, Shoko could not wait to take a step back, and Xiaowu, who was unknown, followed him.
"Wow! It's really a costume!"
Xiangzi, who was brave enough to squatted beside Chu Yan and looked carefully, as excited as if he had discovered a gold mine.
"Look, it's also inlaid with gold edges, it's real gold!"
Greedly touching Chu Yan's casual clothes, Xiangzi said with his eyes shining, "All robberies every day depends on whether the goods are worth robbing, so Xiangzi can still identify the authenticity."
It’s a pity that Chu Yan’s clothes were given to him by Wen Xining, so they are inlaid with gold edges.
"Look, look, what is this?"
When Shoko was still coveting the gold edges on the clothes, Xiaowu had already searched his body neatly and took out the Xuantian mirror hidden in his chest.
Xiangzi was slightly stunned, snatched the mirror from Xiaowu's hand, looked at the moonlight carefully, touched his chin and said in confusion:
"This thing is really like the Kunlun Mirror in the recently broadcasted hot TV series "Xuanyuan Sword".
The gangsters can watch TV too.
Xiaowu interface:
"But there is no such actor in "Xuanyuan Sword". Is he so handsome and just a supporting actor?"
"Fool!"
Xiangzi slapped Xiaowu's head with a palm.
"The TV has been played. Do you think the actors in it will still run around in ancient costumes? I see, he is probably a very famous actor! He was assassinated by someone who was envied! The entertainment industry is really better than us now.
Still black!"
Xiangzi pinched Chu Yan's chin with both hands, flipped his face left and right, and said with a conclusion.
"No matter who he is, Xiao Wu, take off his clothes! I thought the costumes were all fake, but I didn't expect that there was still real! Oh, by the way, look at his wig, which is so long, can it be
Sell it a lot of money! Take it off for him!"
As Xiangzi said that, he turned to the other side of Chu Yan and acted to work with Xiao Wu to strip his clothes!
Xiaowu also did it obediently, and the outer coat was quickly taken off. Although it was covered with blood, it still could not hide its gorgeousness. It was just the white coat inside. Xiangzi and the others didn't like it, so Chu Yan was spared from it.
The crime of "exposed madman"!
But when I was about to take off Chu Yan's "wig", I encountered difficulties and couldn't take off at all. The "wig" seemed to be one with Chu Yan, and was deeply rooted!
"You are stupid, use a knife!" Looking at Xiao Wu who was pulling "scallions" hard on Chu Yan's head, Xiangzi slapped his head and handed out a Swiss army knife.
The little five happily took the knife, grabbed Chu Yan's hair and cut it at the length near the earlobe.
Poor Chu Yan, who was originally handsome and cold, just turned into a traitor-dead hairstyle.
"You are stupid. I asked you to shave it, but there is still so long left!"
After saying that, Xiao Wu shook his head, snatched the long hair from his hand, and got up and left! Xiao Wu touched his scalp, which was numb and followed with grievance, leaving only his inner clothes
Chu Yan lay there in an extremely miserable and miserable image...