NOVEL WEB Chapter 8 Practicing Hands
No one could see Song Ye's bizarre technique clearly, but the small hand was slender and weak, but pinched the thick arm of the knife in the palm of his hand, twisting it arbitrarily, and the sound of bones breaking one after another, with the uncontrollable scream of the knife, in the dark Under the light, it looks extraordinarily permeable.
The people on the opposite side were all scared and stunned for a while, and they didn't even bother to go up to save people, until Xiaodao was paralyzed on the ground, and they were able to catch him. Looking at the twisted arm, they all fought a cold war. .
Ah, stinky girl, ah, I can't spare you, kill her for me, kill her! Xiaodao's face was pale, covering his arms, his eyes were terrifying, he gritted his teeth and let the people under his hands come forward.
Only then did those few people shudder, and they rushed towards Song Ye with a hideous face, Stinky girl, you are courting death.
The other Song Ye took a step back, moved his wrist, was full of food and drink, planned to exercise, practiced his hands, raised his delicate chin, with a hint of arrogance, Let's go together. These strength values do not need to be broken one by one. .
The few men whose self-esteem was greatly challenged were still thinking about robbery and robbery.
But at the moment of getting close, Song Ye's slender figure was like a ghost, avoiding the oncoming fists. Several people only felt a flower in front of them, and the next second, the ribs, lower abdomen, armpits, and bridge of the nose were all affected. to a huge impact.
Hmm... Several people groaned and stepped back, covering different injured parts and looking up, but there was no one in front of them.
Here. A faint voice sounded, as cold as a ghost, without ups and downs, a few people were startled and found that the voice came from behind, Kankan was about to turn his head, but suddenly felt a pain in his neck, and the collective lost consciousness. .
Until the moment before the coma, their eyes widened in disbelief, because they didn't see each other's movements clearly.
A group of four solved three, and the remaining one, the old big knife, sat on the ground, looking at the girl slowly walking towards him, he just felt cold all over, You, don't come here, this is, it's mine The site hurts me, and you won't have a good life in the future.
Obviously stuttering with fear, but still delusional intimidation.
Song Yezhen didn't know whether to say he was fearless or had a sick mind, Just now, you said you were going 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 up, and played it out. The lights and shadows are dazzling.
And then...the people are dizzy.
Song Ye was stunned for a moment, then curled his lips, feeling a little boring. He wanted to find someone to practice his hand when he was full, but he didn't expect a few people to be so weak that it would not be enough to warm up.
As a killer, Song Ye's training method is of course based on actual combat accumulation. Only a fast and accurate fighting method can improve his skills the fastest.
Without the after-dinner entertainment, she wandered around the private house, and before going out, she glanced at the unconscious man in the corner. While thinking about it, she turned her footsteps back, and half-supported the person out of the alley, and found a clinic. treat.
Hey, how can you beat people like this, you kids know that you are causing trouble all day long, and if you don't study hard, when something really happens, let's see who you go to cry. The barefoot doctor reprimanded and checked the wound. Hastily took iodine and cotton to clean the wounds of the wounded.
Song Ye sat on the side and didn't speak. After cleaning up the blood, she realized that the man lying there was not a man, but a 16- or 17-year-old boy. Because of his ruffian clothes and his proud height, it didn't make her unrecognizable. .
After treating the wound, the doctor prescribed some anti-inflammatories and went for a rest. Before leaving, he ordered, Family members should watch carefully, and call me when you have a fever in the middle of the night.
Seeing that Yi Yongwei was treated as an accomplice to commit the crime, Song Ye looked at the person on the bed and the medicine in his hand, feeling somewhat thankless.
The wound on the other side's head was not big, and Song Ye didn't want to waste time with him, so he got up and walked to the boy, pinching him to wake him up.
Hmm... The boy dizzied his head and groaned. When he opened his eyes, he saw a gray padded jacket and an unclear face, You are...
Song Ye, the one who saved you. He gave his name in a concise and comprehensive way, so that the other party could remember his kindness. Song Ye was not someone who did not want to repay his kindness.
Sure enough, the boy's pale face became subtle, You save me, what about Xiaodao and the others?
The person who beat you is called Xiaodao? What kind of gang are they, how many members are there, and how big is their territory? Song Ye didn't answer, and threw all the questions he didn't have time to extract to the boy in front of him.
The boy was stunned for a moment, looked at her suspiciously, but replied in a faceless manner, They are from the Earth Tiger Gang. The handicap is near Linjiang Middle School. There should be hundreds of members.
Only a hundred people, is this playing a house?
Song Ye sneered in her heart, and her face was a little dull. She had no interest in the gang of 100 people, and threw the anti-inflammatory medicine to the boy on the bed. She turned around and walked out with her hands in her pockets, The doctor is resting inside, and I will find him if I have something to do.
Hey... When the boy reacted, Song Ye's figure had disappeared from sight.
Appeared inexplicably, asked endless questions, and now left on his own, even the boys who are usually good at pretending to be cool are a little crazy.
However, Song Ye didn't take his worries to heart at all. The fifteen-year-old body was already exhausted after tossing around all day. She found a nearby hotel to rest, and quickly fell asleep in bed.
In the boundless nightmare was the bottomless sea, the explosion that engulfed all the minds of people, and in the severe pain all over her body, she still remembered how unwilling she was in her heart.
She has worked hard for the organization for thirteen years, and is the world's number one top killer, but she doesn't want to be betrayed by the organization in the last task of washing her hands and die at the bottom of the sea.
She was too naive, whether it was the organization or that person, how could she let her leave that dark world alive...
The sun shined on the big bed through the curtains, Song Ye opened her eyes faintly, sweating profusely all over her body, her limbs felt as if she remembered the pain of a bomb being torn apart, she went into the bathroom and took a hot shower, pale and pale His face returned to a tinge of blood.
Standing in front of the mirror, she looked at that delicate and beautiful little face and showed a cold smile.
Even if she was dreaming, she was unwilling. It seemed that once she was reborn, the new hatred and the old hatred would have to be figured out sooner or later.
Only now, looking at the only worn padded jacket on her body, she decided to fix her current bad image first.
Before the time agreed with Zhao Zhen, Song Ye drank a bowl of soy milk at the street and went to the nearby commercial market to buy clothes.
Of course, as soon as she entered the door in this rustic dress, no waiter was willing to pay attention to her.