Chapter 25 Subversion

Song Yan's physical strength could be 500 points, and his body's instinctive response was quite strong. The moment the woman rushed out, he reacted, raising his palm and turning a knife, stepping up to meet him, slashing at the opponent's neck, and at the same time raising his right knee, Towards her belly.

The woman was a little surprised. She didn't expect Song Yan to react so quickly, so she subconsciously stopped her figure and stepped back.

But her retreat gave Song Yan a chance.

After the fusion of the medium body, various fighting skills and condensed into his bones, Song Yan snorted lightly, stepped forward two steps in a row, his hands flew, and a series of attacks attacked the woman like a storm.

Because he knew that this woman was ruthless, so he didn't dare to hold back at all.

Under Song Yan's attack, the woman retreated steadily, and was soon forced to a corner. A look of surprise flashed in her eyes. She never imagined that this young man's strength would be so powerful. If she hadn't been injured, she should have returned There is a 50% chance of winning him, but now that she is seriously injured, she can exert at most 50% of her strength, and she is not the opponent's opponent at all.

Because there was no room to dodge, the woman had no choice but to fight with Song Yan, colliding several times in a row. The corners of her mouth began to bleed, and the wound on her lower abdomen also burst open. She already felt the blood soaked through the bandage.

"Whoosh!"

Song Yan withdrew his hand and stepped back, staring at her proudly: "Don't think that you can slaughter others at will with a little force. This time, I will teach you a little lesson. If you dare to do anything to me next time, you will never forgive me!"

Hearing Song Yan's words, a look of anger flashed in the woman's eyes, but in the end she didn't say anything, she took off the leather jacket outside, revealing the blood-stained inner jacket, tore off some of the sheets and began to wrap it up.

Seeing this, Song Yan felt a little guilty and felt like he was taking advantage of others' danger, so he said, "You can't do it like this, it's easy to get infected, why don't I go and buy you some anti-inflammatory medicine?"

"The pharmacy on the street is already closed at this time, where do you go to buy it?" the woman said coldly.

"That's right!" Song Yan stroked his head embarrassedly: "Then I'll ask the hotel owner to see if she has a first aid kit there."

The woman was silent this time.

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"Madam, do you have a first aid kit here? My friend is injured. Can you use it for me?"

The middle-aged proprietress yawned and looked at Song Yan, and then her eyes became strange: "I have a first aid kit, but I can't use it for you, fifty yuan."

"Okay." Song Yan took out fifty dollars and slapped it at the front desk.

"Wait a minute." The proprietress reached out and took the money, then took out a first aid kit under the counter and handed it to Song Yan, and said, "Young man, be gentle, don't kill anyone!"

Song Yan couldn't help but feel embarrassed, grabbed the first aid kit and went to the room. The voice of the proprietress was faintly heard behind him: "Young people these days are really crazy! They're all playing with injuries!"

"Do you need help?"

Song Yan handed the first aid kit to the woman and asked politely.

He thought that the other party would refuse, but he didn't expect that the other party was silent for a few seconds and said, "You come to bandage me."

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly.

He is a martial arts practitioner, and it is inevitable that he will be injured when practicing martial arts. Therefore, he has a lot of experience in dressing for traumatic injuries.

When he uncovered the woman's blood-stained cloth, he couldn't help being surprised. There was a five- or six-inch long wound on her lower abdomen, and it seemed that the wound was quite deep.

"Your wound is too serious, you'd better go to the hospital." Song Yan said with a frown.

"The people who are chasing me are very powerful." The woman still said coldly, but Song Yan could feel that her tone was not as cold as before.

Hearing this, Song Yan understood that since the people who were chasing her knew that she was injured, they would definitely pay attention to places such as hospitals and clinics.

Next, Song Yan first wiped off the blood around the wound with distilled water, then applied white medicine to the wound, and finally wrapped the wound with a bandage.

"Okay, you'd better not use force during this time, or your wound may burst at any time!" Song Yan urged.

The woman didn't speak, and put the leather jacket on her body again.

While packing the first aid kit, Song Yan said, "My name is Song Yan, what's your name?"

"I said, don't ask what you shouldn't ask!" The woman stared at him indifferently.

"Forget it if you don't want to." Song Yan curled his lips, picked up the first aid kit and planned to return it to the proprietress.

At six o'clock in the morning, Song Yan, who was sitting on a chair, woke up and saw that the woman was still sleeping. He quietly walked out of the room, went to a nearby breakfast shop to buy a breakfast and put it in the room. After thinking about it, he took out another 200 yuan. Put money next to breakfast.

When he walked out of the room, the sleeping woman suddenly opened her eyes, looking at the breakfast and the two hundred dollars on the chair, her expression was a little complicated.

Back in the dormitory, Song Yan slept until noon. The figure of the woman flashed in his mind. He really wanted to go to the hotel, but after thinking for a while, he didn't go.

It can be said that he and the woman met by chance. To this extent, he has done his best. If he gets involved with her again, he will probably bring trouble to himself or his uncle's family.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Song Yan walked to the martial arts hall.

Although Zhaojiaquan Martial Arts Hall is a martial arts hall, it also has the nature of a gym. Compared with the evening, there are fewer people in the afternoon.

"Song Yan, you haven't been here for a while?" He Yong said affectionately.

As Zhao Fengyang's eldest disciple, He Yong has still learned his true skills. At least before the fusion of medium body techniques, Song Yan is no match for him, but he can fight twenty or thirty moves. As for now, Song Yan is confident in five moves. beat him within.

"Yeah, studying is relatively tight during this time. By the way, Master Zhao is still filming?"

"I only got on the phone with Master last night, and the drama will be finished in about a week."

A week is not too long, Song Yan decided that when Zhao Fengyang returns, he must discuss with him.

"Song Yan, come with me, I have something to tell you."

Just as Song Yan was practicing the equipment for a while, Zhao Xiaoyu suddenly appeared.

So, he followed Zhao Xiaoyu to the office, the other party motioned him to close the door and said, "I already called my brother about that last time, and he agreed to teach you and me the three stunts of Zhao Jiaquan, but you must worship. He is a teacher."

Song Yan was reluctant to take Zhao Fengyang as his teacher, because he believed that his strength was not weaker than Zhao Fengyang, and even if the opponent was stronger, he would not be much stronger. beyond.

He has no interest in worshiping someone who is weaker than himself as a teacher. Besides, he has also heard people say the rules of martial arts practitioners. One day is a teacher and a lifelong father. He has systematic help. Sooner or later, he will vacate thousands of miles and worship a master , will only limit its own development.

So he said to Xiaoyu, "Sister Xiaoyu, you misunderstood. I was just joking with you last time."

"Song Yan, what do you mean? Don't you want to take my brother as your teacher?" Zhao Xiaoyu's face sank, his expression very dissatisfied.

After hesitating for a while, Song Yan still nodded.

"Get out of here!" Seeing him nodding, Zhao Xiaoyu couldn't help but be furious, pointing at the door and shouting.

Song Yan didn't know why Zhao Xiaoyu was so excited, so he smiled and left.

As soon as Song Yan left, Zhao Xiaoyu scolded the air: "Bastard Song Yan, I have tried my best to beg my brother to accept you, but you don't appreciate it, I am really pissed off by my lady!"