She cried so hard that her whole body was shaking, and her crying filled the living room.
Yan Mubei turned his face and looked down at his left arm.
The bullet entered his arm, causing blood and stinging pain to ooze out from there.
If the wound is not treated quickly, he will bleed to death.
It doesn't matter if he dies, but he can't leave Lin Qianqian behind.
The man pursed his lips, his thin lips were almost pressed into a thin line, and groped for the bullet hole with the fingers of his right hand.
Drilling into the bloody hole, your fingertips touched the hot bullet inside.
Fortunately the bullet didn't go too deep, so maybe he could get it out.
So his index finger forced his way into the flesh, while his thumb and index finger pinched both sides of the wound.
Use a two-pronged approach, use the pressure of your thumb and index finger to squeeze the bullet inside out, and use your index finger to dig out the bullet in a hook.
You can imagine how painful it was. The bullet was still in the body and it was already very painful. He had to forcefully open the wound with his fingers and dig out the bullet inside with his bare hands.
The pain caused a large amount of sweat to ooze out from his handsome face, and the sweat flowed into his eyes, stinging his vision and nerves.
Her skin color, which was originally so fair, has now become whiter and whiter, and she has lost her normal skin color.
If he used to look like a vampire, enchanting and wild, now he looks more like a zombie, with a lifeless look on his face.
That kind of pain was intolerable to ordinary people, even if he was as powerful as Yan Mubei. In the end, he trembled and roared, and used his last breath to dig out the bullet.
Gritting his teeth and staring at the bloody black bullet between his fingers, his eyes were half-closed, wandering between struggling and fainting.
His body swayed.
Xu Shan had stopped crying and stared blankly at the powerful man in front of her: "Yan Mubei?"
Yan Mubei threw the bullet on the ground and finally closed his staring eyes.
Then he fell down on the sofa.
"Yan Mubei!" Xu Shan rushed forward and hugged his arm with both hands: "Are you okay?"
Crazy, he is simply crazy.
How could anyone like him dig out the bullets from the body with his own hands without using anesthesia?
Just thinking about it makes my whole body numb.
"Don't touch me." The man's red lips were no longer red, his face and lips were pale, and he gritted his teeth and growled: "Get out of my way."
His eyes opened quickly, cold and terrifying, staring into a pair of terrifying eyes soaked in sweat.
Xu Shan was frightened by the sudden voice and eyes, and her body shrank back involuntarily.
He didn't faint?
Is he a human being?
No, it should be said that his willpower is very strong.
And how much willpower does it take to hold on and not fall?
Yan Mubei leaned to the right and crawled forward on the sofa with his right hand, dragging his two weak feet and an injured hand.
He glared with murderous eyes, stared straight ahead without blinking, and kept crawling.
Seeing him like this, Xu Shan felt unspeakable heartache in her heart.
He tortured himself with so much pain and hardship, but refused to beg her for mercy.
Just a word, and she would definitely help him without hesitation.
She knew it very well, and he knew it very well, but he wouldn't even give her such a chance.
This is the decision.
She couldn't bear to look at him and rushed forward again: "What do you want to do? Can I help you? If you continue like this, you will die."
Next to the sofa were a cardboard box and a children's watch. He pulled out the watch with a move of his long arm.
He aimed his backhand at Xu Shan, who was rushing forward, and shot out several streaks of silver light.