At this moment, a cold light flashed in the corner of Qi Yifeng's eyes.
A man rushed from behind Yan Mubei. He held a sharp knife in his hand and his eyes were fierce, and stabbed towards Yan Mubei's back.
Qi Yifeng's face turned pale in an instant and he shouted: "Be careful."
His body's instinctive reaction was faster than his brain, and his right hand was still tighter in Yan Mubei's right hand, so he pulled it hard.
He pulled Yan Mubei over to his side, and turned around to block him.
The next second, he felt the extremely sharp blade and quickly penetrated/into his abdomen.
It felt like the pork he cut before cooking, just like a knife.
The meat was forcibly divided under the sharpness of the knife.
Pain is half a beat slower than perception.
Qi Yifeng grabbed the other party's collar, and he wanted to tear the other party apart with all his strength.
However, he couldn't use any strength.
And he felt his strength and blood were losing.
So he lowered his head and saw the knife on his abdomen being slowly pulled out.
After the other party pulled out the knife, he continued to penetrate him with a fierce force.
The unprecedented helplessness and fear instantly obliterated Qi Yifeng.
The fight just now consumed too much of his strength, and with this knife, he would not have the ability to resist.
He closed his eyes and ordered himself to hold back the knife.
He must hold on.
Taotao, she was waiting for him to go back at home.
He cannot die.
However, the imagined stinging pain did not come, but instead heard the other party's pain.
He felt the other party leave him, Qi Yifeng opened his eyes and slowly slid to the ground.
Then he saw Yan Mubei rushing forward and kicking at the man again, kicking again, and kicking again.
He kept kicking the man in the chest until the other party choked.
When Yan Mubei turned back to see Qi Yifeng, he was already lying on the ground, his whole body twitching.
Blood gushed out like a fountain, and the ground was dyed into a bloody beach in no time.
"Qi Yifeng." Yan Mubei rushed forward and pressed the wound on his abdomen with both hands: "Qi Yifeng, you have to hold on..."
Qi Yifeng's eyes were radiating, and the light in front of him was circling in circles, as wonderful and colorful as a kaleidoscope.
Lin Qianqian ran over there and cried in fear: "Oh my God, Qi Yifeng, don't have anything to do, Taotao needs you."
Yan Mubei touched his body and couldn't find his cell phone. Then he remembered that his cell phone was leaking in the car.
hateful.
He wanted to run to get his phone, but when he let go, the blood from the wound flowed even harder.
Qi Yifeng, who was constantly twitching, repeated in his mouth: "Yan Mubei, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
He was so sad and pitiful and stubborn that tears of regret slid down his young and handsome cheeks.
Yan Mubei trembled his fingers and wiped away his tears: "I forgive you. As long as you survive, we will still be good brothers."
Hearing this, Qi Yifeng's lips were pale and blood-colored, but the most beautiful smile appeared: "Thank you, I will die without regrets with you."
"Shut up, don't say stupid things... Qianqian, call the ambulance quickly."
The last word he said was very loud, and Lin Qianqian, who was so scared that she suddenly came to her senses.
She quickly got up and murmured to herself: "Call for an ambulance, call...ah, my stomach... hurts so much."
Lin Qianqian, who had not walked away for two steps, suddenly knelt on the ground with her stomach in her arms, causing her voice to tremble and choke.