Chapter 158 7-Finger Pulse Opening

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For Zhao Feng, the restaurant is the only place that can touch the softness of his heart in recent years.

To be honest, what attracted him at first was Zhang Han's force value.

I still remember the first time we met, Zhao Feng went to collect protection fees, and he felt deep pressure from the indifferent eyes of the boss.

Out of curiosity, Zhao Feng came to the restaurant, and after eating the first meal, he was out of control.

Food conquered his stomach.

Mengmeng's smile, the father-daughter relationship between Zhang Han and Mengmeng, and the heart-pounding Liang Mengqi, all attract Zhao Feng.

Gradually, the status of the restaurant in Zhao Feng's heart became higher and higher, and it was a place he wanted to protect.

But now, when he heard that Tang Zhan was going to attack the restaurant, his first reaction was to take the boss and Mengmeng away before that.

Task?

He has been left behind, his identity has been exposed, and he is still talking about a fart mission.

I didn't know how many red lights I ran through along the way, and even almost collided with other cars several times, but Zhao Feng didn't care, he drove frantically towards the restaurant.

As it got closer, Zhao Feng came to the street where the restaurant was located.

Getting closer, he could already vaguely see the restaurant's plaque.

finally.

Zhao Feng drove to the front of the restaurant, and he was relieved when he saw that there was nothing wrong in the restaurant.

Slow down and drive towards the restaurant parking space just before the turn.

on the side.

The engine of a van roared like a roar, and it crashed like lightning.

"boom!"

There was a sound like a bombing, and Zhao Feng's car rolled several times and fell in front of the restaurant.

This sudden incident caused some screams from passers-by.

"what!"

"There was a car accident!"

"God,

How did you hit it like this! "

"Quick, call the emergency number!"

"..."

Zhao Feng in the car could only feel the world spinning for a while, tinnitus lingered in his ears, and he could even feel the blood flowing slowly from his head.

He forcefully pushed the car door open with his hands and climbed out. He felt his body go weak for a moment. He stood up slowly, looked at the van whose front part had been damaged, and let out a bitter smile.

In his eyes, the van started and turned sideways. The door in the middle was pulled open, revealing three men with rifles in hoods.

"Da da da da da..."

There was a burst of gunfire. Although Zhao Feng had already made a lying down movement, he was still shot many times on his body.

thump!

He fell to the ground, squinting his eyes, feeling his body gradually becoming cold.

'I...finally...are I going to be free...the gunfire...is still ringing...boss...mengmeng...'

Zhao Feng fell, but it didn't stop the gunfire from continuing.

A burst of gunshots shattered all the glass in the restaurant, and even the tables, chairs, piano and other furniture inside were also affected.

It took 20 seconds for the shooting to take place before they retreated, and the van without a license plate left the scene like a wind.

At this time, the people on the street were dumbfounded, and felt that their legs were so weak that they almost collapsed to the ground.

"Kill, kill!"

The crowd fell into chaos.

And what about Zhang Han and Mengmeng in the restaurant?

Of course there was no injury.

When Zhao Feng's car was hit, on the second floor of the restaurant, Zhang Han had just done Mengmeng's hairstyle, with a beautiful double braid on both sides of her head, looking cute and cute.

"Papa, let's hurry up and go find Dahei and Xiaohei to play!" Mengmeng ran to the stairs in small steps, with a tone of impatience.

But the next moment, a muffled sound came from the restaurant door.

Mengmeng's clear eyes widened suddenly, she was startled, and said with some fear: "Papa, Papa, what is that sound?"

Zhang Han stood next to him and listened to him. His eyes froze suddenly, and he came to Mengmeng, walked to the corner of the stairs with Mengmeng in his arms, and said with a light smile, "It's the sound of firecrackers. Someone wants to set off firecrackers." Yes, Papa is covering your ears."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Han covered Mengmeng's ears with the palm of his hand, and at the same time, the spiritual power in his body circulated the palm to block the piercing gunshots, so that Mengmeng could only faintly hear the small sound of bang bang, just like the real sound outside. The ones are setting off firecrackers.

Although the restaurant was shot in a mess, Zhang Han sat on the stairs and held his cute little body in his arms. The little princess couldn't see the fragmented scene, so naturally she wouldn't be afraid.

Soon, the gunfire dissipated and the surroundings returned to calm.

"Oh, papa, the sound of firecrackers is gone, you should take your hands away." Mengmeng didn't know anything, and patted Zhang Han's hand with her small palm with a giggle.

"Yeah." Zhang Han smiled slightly, took his palm away, pondered for a while, and said, "Mengmeng, shall we play a game?"

"Eh?" Mengmeng was taken aback for a moment, then her eyes lit up, and she giggled and said, "Okay, okay, what game are you playing?"

"Play blindfolded counting game. Dad will cover Mengmeng's eyes, and Mengmeng will count. We can go to Crescent Mountain to see Dahei and Xiaohei, okay?"

"Okay." Mengmeng is very interested in things that this grown-up thinks are boring.

Seeing Mengmeng nodded, Zhang Han tore off a piece of fabric from his clothes, tied a scarf on Mengmeng's little head, and after blocking his eyes, Zhang Han said:

"Okay, let's start counting."

"Well, Mengmeng has started." Mengmeng responded, and said in a milky voice: "One, two, three..."

Zhang Han smiled, hugged Mengmeng in his arms, and walked to the first floor of the restaurant. He didn't look at the messy scene, and went straight to the door. As he walked, Zhang Han's eyes gradually turned cold.

It seems... some people have committed suicide behaviors!

Since he dared to do such a thing, even if Zhang Han's strength has not reached the point of ignoring the law, those people have only one end, and that is...death!

Walking out the door, Zhang Han saw Zhao Feng who was unconscious.

He was still struggling. After seeing that Zhang Han and Mengmeng were fine, his eyes trembled, and he was obviously relieved. His lips squirmed, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it, but look at the shape of his mouth However, Zhang Han knew that those two words were:

"Run away!"

escape?

Why escape?

Zhang Han's gaze was focused, he squatted down, pulled out his left hand and picked up Zhao Feng, opened the back seat of the car, and threw Zhao Feng in, and then Zhang Han sat in the main driver with Mengmeng in his arms, Start the car and drive to Crescent Mountain.

When getting into the car, Mengmeng was still counting the numbers: "Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three..."

Ten minutes later, Zhang Han arrived at Crescent Mountain with Zhao Feng in his left hand and Mengmeng in his right hand.

When he just arrived in the jungle, Xiao Hei smelled the smell of blood, and it brought Da Hei roaring, and saw Zhao Fenghou who was bleeding continuously.

The faces of these two guys tightened, thinking that Zhang Han had beaten them, their expressions were a little scared, they didn't dare to make a sound, and followed cautiously.

It wasn't until Zhang Han threw Zhao Feng's body under the Leiyang tree, pointed to the direction of the pet area and walked over, that Dahei and Xiaohei understood and took the lead to run over.

"Six hundred and sixty-five, oops, it's not here yet, six hundred and sixty-six, hum, Mengmeng doesn't want to count anymore, six hundred and sixty-seven, papa, Mengmeng is going to be tired, six hundred and sixty Eight......."

"Okay, here we are, come, Dad will take off the blindfold for you." Zhang Han took off the small cloth strip that covered Mengmeng.

Mengmeng shook her little head, blinked her eyes a few times, and seeing Dahei and Xiaohei in front of her eyes, Mengmeng jumped up:

"Okay, okay, I saw Da Hei and Xiao Hei as soon as I opened my eyes, it was fun, huh, Mengmeng is going to throw high!" Mengmeng stretched out her small arms to Dahei.

"Oh?"

Dahei glanced at Zhang Han, not knowing what was going on.

I still feel that the master beat that kid like that, is it not happy in my heart, then I, Dahei, should I throw away the little master? If you don't throw it well, will you also be beaten? I don't want to be beaten! What to do!

"Mengmeng, you are here to play with Dahei and Xiaohei for a while, and Dad will go over there to do some work."

Zhang Han glanced at Dahei with some amusement, and said something to Mengmeng.

"Yeah." Mengmeng responded, stretched out her arms to Dahei and jumped up, saying: "Daheihei, why are you disobedient? Hurry up and throw it high."

"Ooooh!"

Dahei's mouth turned up, knowing that he wanted to play with the little master, he stretched out his big palm to hug Mengmeng, and threw it up again and again, causing Mengmeng to burst into laughter.

Seeing this, Zhang Han shook his head slightly, turned around and walked towards the Leiyang tree.

Coming to Zhao Feng, Zhang Han squatted down and checked Zhao Feng's injuries.

"Fortunately, I met me." Zhang Han shook his head slightly.

Zhao Feng was seriously injured. If he had suffered such serious injuries elsewhere, he would definitely die.

But in front of the restaurant, he still wanted to say something that made Zhang Han escape, which was enough to express his heart.

In this case... Zhang Han is very willing to spend some resources to save Zhao Feng, oh no, not only save, but also increase his strength by N times like Dahei!

However, Zhao Feng's situation is more troublesome.

"Refine!"

Zhang Han put one hand on Zhao Feng's chest, and the other under the Leiyang tree.

The spiritual power is running, communicating with the Leiyang tree, taking 99% of the remaining few liters of pure yang water, refining the remaining Jade Yanlu, and the energy is constantly gathering in Zhang Han's body.

The irritable spiritual power filled Zhang Han's meridians, and it was inevitable that there would be a sense of pain in the meridians.

But this pain is not a problem for Zhang Han.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out in a long breath. The next moment, he opened his eyes, but the eyes were shining brightly like diamonds.

"One finger to the ghost gate!"

Zhang Han's right palm left Zhao Feng's chest, raised his index finger, and tapped an acupuncture point on his chest.

"boom!"

A muffled thunder-like sound came faintly from Zhao Feng's body, and at the same time, waves of energy spread in his body.

"Two fingers to hell!"

Zhang Han's fingers clicked on the underside of Zhao Feng's neck.

There was another muffled sound, and the energy continued to spread.

"Three fingers to the other side!"

"Four Fingers Xuan Ming!"

"Five fingers are boundless!"

"Six fingers travel in the air!"

"Seven fingers reach the sky!"

"Open pulse!"

Zhang Han's fingers turned into palms, and he slapped Zhao Feng's chest fiercely, and the refining energy suddenly became violent in Zhao Feng's body.

All the bullets poured out along the wound.

One second, two seconds...

After only ten seconds, Zhao Feng's wound healed, and at the same time, Zhang Han's spiritual power directed the energy in Zhao Feng's body to spin up.

This move is called the technique of opening the veins with seven fingers!