He saw that Acheng had planted a flying knife, and the flying knife was actually poisonous. When he pulled out the flying knife, the blood on his leg immediately turned black and purple.
Acheng's face became paler and paler, large beads of sweat fell from his forehead, and the pained look on his face became more and more intense.
Sister Xiao was frightened: "Acheng Acheng, are you okay? Don't scare me, it will be okay, you won't die, I will take you to the hospital..."
Sister Xiao wanted to save Acheng, but she really didn't know how to save Acheng. The only thing she could think of was to go to the hospital.
But Acheng said: "It's too late. This is a highly poisonous poison that can penetrate the whole body within a few minutes. I will definitely die."
"No, it won't..." Sister Xiao shook her head anxiously, her heart clenching at the thought of Acheng dying.
Just when Sister Xiao was at a loss, a person appeared at the door of the office again. Sister Xiao was startled, thinking that the masked man was back, but when she took a closer look, it turned out to be Yang Feng.
Sister Xiao could hardly believe her belief that the person who appeared at the door turned out to be Yang Feng.
"Yang Feng..." When Sister Xiao saw Yang Feng, she felt like a relative, and her heart warmed up, and she almost cried.
After Yang Feng came out of the police station, he went straight to Royal No. 1 Nightclub. He didn't know why, but he felt vaguely uneasy, so he went directly to Sister Xiao's office on the fifth floor. However, he was a step too late, and there was a masked murderer who wanted to kill him.
Sister Xiao, and Acheng was injured and poisoned in order to save Sister Xiao.
Yang Feng looked at Acheng who was lying on the ground with black and purple blood oozing out from his thigh. He looked at Sister Xiao again and asked with a heavy face, "What's going on?"
"Yang Feng, there was a killer who wanted to assassinate me just now. Acheng was injured while trying to save me and was hit by a flying knife. The flying knife was poisonous. Now Acheng is poisoned. What should I do?" Sister Xiao was about to cry.
He didn't bother to ask how Yang Feng got out of the police station.
Yang Feng knelt down and quickly checked Acheng's wound, his face became more serious: "It's highly poisonous..."
"What should we do? Yang Feng, please save Acheng." Sister Xiao grabbed Yang Feng's arm.
Acheng gasped and said: "It's useless..."
Yang Feng didn't say anything, then lowered his head, bit Acheng's wound with his mouth, and sucked it up suddenly. Acheng screamed in pain, and Sister Xiao's face became even more worried.
Yang Feng suddenly raised his head and spat out the black-purple blood sucked out of his mouth onto the ground. This was the simplest and stupidest way to prevent the spread of toxins, using his mouth to suck out the infiltrated toxins.
Sister Xiao looked at Yang Feng worriedly: "Yang Feng, you sucked it with your mouth? You won't be poisoned, right?"
Yang Feng shook his head, looked at Acheng's wound again and said, "It's too late, the toxins have already begun to seep into his body, there is only one way..."
As he spoke, Yang Feng did not bother to explain much, and said to Sister Xiao: "Hold Acheng up, let him sit on the ground, and take off his shirt."
Although Sister Xiao didn't know what Yang Feng wanted to do, she still followed his instructions and quickly helped Acheng sit upright on the ground. Then, regardless of her shyness, she took off Acheng's shirt.
Yang Feng, on the other hand, sat with his legs crossed behind Acheng, stretched out his two palms forward, and pressed them against Acheng's back.
Yang Feng closed his eyes, and with quick luck, after a while, a stream of air slowly gathered in his body. He used his mind to direct this stream of air to slowly gather on his two palms, and
His palms were pressed against Acheng's back, so the air flow slowly moved on Acheng's back without any hindrance.
All the muscles in Yang Feng's body were tightened, and the muscles on his shoulders and chest were bulging out. He was as strong and graceful as a bodybuilder who practiced bodybuilding all year round.
It couldn't be seen from the outside, but Yang Feng could clearly feel that the airflow in his body was quickly gathering on his palms. His two palms began to heat up, and the heat evaporated and soaked into the skin of Acheng's back.
One of Acheng's thighs has begun to turn black and purple, and the poison is rapidly spreading throughout his body.
The heat emitted from Yang Feng's palm is preventing the spread of toxins.
After a while, large beads of sweat appeared on Yang Feng's forehead. His face was extremely serious and tense, and he was sitting there with his legs crossed like a stone statue, motionless.
Only Yang Feng himself knew that he was running his internal energy at this time. It was not visible from the outside, but in fact, operating his internal energy was very hard and energy-consuming.
Acheng's breathing became heavier and heavier, and his eyelids were too heavy to open. He felt that the poison was about to spread throughout his body and seep into his internal organs. He murmured: "I can't survive anymore, Yang Feng, don't waste your efforts."
It’s time for me, Acheng...my life is over..."
But Yang Feng didn't seem to hear his words, and was still working hard to use his internal energy.
There were more and more sweat beads on Yang Feng's forehead, and the muscles on his body were sweating out even more, almost bursting his clothes and breaking into pieces.
Sister Xiao watched all this nervously, not knowing what the final result would be. She prayed in her heart.
Finally, about a minute later, Yang Feng gave a loud shout, suddenly retracted his palm, then suddenly stretched it forward, pushing hard towards Acheng's back.
"Ah..." Acheng groaned, his body was shaken by Yang Feng's palm, and he spat out a mouthful of black and purple blood.
Yang Feng breathed a sigh of relief and adjusted his breathing. He closed his eyes slightly again. The tight muscles on his body slowly returned to their original shape, and the sweat on his forehead slowly disappeared.
Acheng lowered his head and spit out several mouthfuls of blood. After spitting out the blood, his body collapsed to the ground. However, the black and purple color on his legs and body began to slowly fade away, which showed that the spreading toxins had stopped penetrating.
And slowly exited.
"Acheng, Acheng, are you okay?" Sister Xiao asked anxiously when she saw Acheng lying limp on the ground.
Yang Feng took another deep breath, then stood up and said to Sister Xiao: "Don't worry, I have forced the toxins out of his body with my internal force, and he is fine."
"Use internal force?" Sister Xiao looked at Yang Feng in surprise. She had only seen such scenes in TV movies. She didn't expect that in reality, it was possible to use internal force to force out toxins from the body. She felt more and more that Yang Feng was not
Simple, how many mysteries are there about him?
"Send him to the hospital immediately to bandage his wounds. He will be fine after a few days of rest," Yang Feng said again.
Sister Xiao hesitated for a moment, then ran to the desk, picked up the intercom phone on the desk, dialed a number and said: "Jincheng, Dashan, come here..."
Yang Feng asked: "Do you have hidden power on the third underground floor of the nightclub?"
Sister Xiao suddenly looked up at Yang Feng, her face full of surprise: "You, how do you know?"
Yang Feng recounted the last time he followed Sister Xiao and Acheng to the third underground floor. Sister Xiao was even more surprised: "So you have long suspected my identity, right? You have long known that I, Xiao Xiao, am not the same person."
It's not as simple as just doing business in H city, right? But why didn't you ask me? Why did you still help me silently? Aren't you afraid..."
Before she could finish speaking, Yang Feng raised his hand and covered her soft lips and said: "I said, I won't ask you what you don't want to say. If you want to say it, you will tell me. And now you are
She is my woman, no matter what your identity is? No matter why you are lurking in H City? You are still my woman, and this will not change."
Sister Xiao's tears immediately flowed out. She was very moved by Yang Feng's words. She threw herself into Yang Feng's arms and murmured: "But I am a member of the underworld, and the underworld is dangerous."
, maybe one day I will die. Aren't you afraid? Aren't you worried? I don't want to drag you down this path. You are a good person. You should live a normal life instead of joining the underworld and living on the knife's edge all day long.
A day of licking blood.”
Yang Feng smiled: "Life like this is exciting. I am a man, a hard-blooded man. This kind of life is what I yearn for."
Sister Xiao raised her tear-stained face and asked, "Yang Feng, what do you mean? Do you like the underworld?"
Yang Feng raised his hand and scratched her nose and said: "Fool, even if it weren't for you, I would still live a gangster life, and I would also embark on this road."
"Why? This is a road full of darkness and killing. You can lose your life at any time. This road is full of dangers." Sister Xiao said in surprise.
"Yes, this is the only way to be exciting." Yang Feng didn't want to worry Sister Xiao anymore, so he changed the subject and said, "You haven't told me yet, what secrets are hidden in the third underground floor?"
Sister Xiao wiped her tears and said, "You really want to know? I'll take you to see it and you'll find out."
As Sister Xiao stood up, Yang Feng also stood up, but immediately, Sister Xiao suddenly hugged Yang Feng: "Yang Feng, I told you everything, will you...
"
Yang Feng knew what she was going to say: "Fool, can't you trust me? You are my woman. From now on, no matter what you do, I will stand by your side, protect you, and help you."
Sister Xiao was finally completely relieved. She told herself in her heart that she should not doubt this man, she should completely trust this man, because he was already her man, and she gave her heart to him.