Chapter 642: Flame's Death Trap: Blood Stains at the Corner of the Mouth
"Yin Beisha..." Looking at the bloody knife in Li Qian's hand, I didn't have time to pay attention to who was outside the door that was kicked open at the same time just now.
Damn woman, what kind of hero is she trying to do, what kind of plane is she trying to do? Did she really block a knife for me?
"Ye..." Yin Beisha turned her back to me, covered her face and turned her head to look at the dark place on the right.
Ye? Yes! Isn’t that voice calling to stop Yan Yeyi?
"Ah!" I just turned my head in the direction of Yin Beisha. Before I saw Yan Yeyi, I was suddenly hugged into my arms by Yan Yeyi who roared in pain.
His body, which was in pain as if it was about to burst, was held tightly by him, and his stiff nerves suddenly softened.
It is this embrace that carries the reassuring smell of fresh green tea. No matter how much tobacco and alcohol he mixes with it now, the freshest smell still exudes deep in his chest.
"I'm fine, take a look at Yin Beisha." I breathed a sigh of relief. If my hands weren't cuffed now, I would have held this chest with all my strength.
"You'd better be fine." Yan Ye let me go and wiped away the blood from the corners of my mouth with his own hands.
Then he helped Yin Beisha, who was covering her face and squatting aside crying.
"Wuwu...Ye...Ye...I...I hurt..." Yin Beisha leaned in Yan Yeyi's arms, sobbing, not daring to raise her head
"Don't be afraid." Yan Yeyi supported Yin Beisha and took away her hand covering her face.
Under the low-wattage light bulb, Yin Beisha's small face was stained red with blood. She looked so weak that you loved her very much.
"It's okay, it's just a scratch on my hand." Yan Ye glanced at Yin Beisha, then tore off the decorative straps on his clothes, picked up Yin Beisha's hand, and quickly tied it twice around it.
Fortunately, it was just a cut on my hand. The blood on my face was accidentally stained. I thought it was disfigured! What an idiot woman. It was just a cut on my hand. Why did I get blood on my face too?
Isn't it just a small cut? Yan Yeyi's thin clothes didn't bleed after being wrapped twice. Why is she crying?
Someone blocked the knife for me, but I was still jealous because my kindness was not repaid.
"Humph! Just three of them died together." Li Qian threw away the knife in her hand and took a few steps back with a sneer.
In the entire dark space, only a few dim light bulbs were flashing with blurry light.
A dozen cold-blooded killers in black uniforms formed a circle and set their targets on us with murderous intent, approaching step by step.