However, Ye Fan had already jumped three meters after the wooden stick blocking it horizontally, avoiding the silent but extremely fierce attack.
But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the white light rose again, licking his heart like a tongue of flame.
It was too fast, too fast, so fast that Ye Fan's cold sweat oozed out.
This was the first time he felt that he was almost unable to cope with his martial arts practice.
Ye Fan's full efforts to deal with the thorn still made him feel a huge sense of danger.
He could only use half a wooden stick to block it horizontally again, and at the same time he ejected his body vertically.
"Click--"
The stick broke again.
Ye Fan also avoided this thorn, but he felt a cold throat, which made his eyelids twitch.
He knew that it was the chill left by the sharp weapon.
"thump--"
Ye Fan was about to fight back, but heard a muffled sound. The black shadow on the opposite side fell straight to the ground, and the white light disappeared.
The wing room returned to peace, as if nothing had happened.
However, the blood in the air still permeates and lasts for a long time.
Ye Fan looked alert, waited for three minutes, turned on the light, and looked shocked
I saw a young man in gray lying on the ground, his body curled up, covered in blood, and he was in a deep coma.
There are at least twenty wounds on his body.
Looking at his dark face, he was undoubtedly poisoned.
The young man in gray is younger than Ye Fan. He looks eighteen years old. He is not handsome, but he is very handsome, with a hint of stubbornness and stubbornness.
He held half of the short sword tightly in his hand.
Ye Fan showed a hint of shock. The young man in gray was seriously injured, but he could still use half a short sword to smash the wooden stick, almost hurting himself.
Rushi's state is at its peak, and Rushi's hand changes to a sword, how powerful will this kid be?
Ye Fan dared not imagine.
It seems that there are really martial arts geniuses in this world.
"Little brother, little brother, wake up!"
Ye Fan stepped forward and helped the young man in gray up and called him: "Wake up."
The gray-clothed boy did not move, but instead he had a lot of blood coming out of his mouth and nose.
Unable to wake up the gray-clothed boy to understand the situation, Ye Fan could only take out his cell phone and call an ambulance, but he quickly stopped moving again.
He didn't know who the young man in gray was, nor did he know what happened to him, but Ye Fan could see that he was on the verge of life and death.
This edge of life and death not only refers to his injuries, but also his situation.
With so many wounds and gunshot wounds, it can be seen that the young man in gray was chased by someone. He could live for a few more days with him hiding here. Once he went to the hospital, he would be afraid of dying.
Judging from his young age and youthful face, Ye Fan couldn't bear to let him take risks.
"It seems that I can only bet."
Ye Fan put the gray-clothed boy on the small bed in the inner room: "I hope he is a good person."
Then, Ye Fan treated his wound and then took out a silver needle for treatment.
Half an hour later, Ye Fan groaned and fell on the chair with a pale face.
This time he took a lot of effort to treat him, but when he saw the situation of the gray-clothed boy improve, he felt that everything was worth it.
After resting for a while, Ye Fan bought a lot of daily necessities, boiled a large pot of Chinese medicine, poured a bowl into the boy's mouth.
"Um--"
After filling a bowl of Chinese medicine, the boy in gray coughed and opened his eyes hard. He glanced at Ye Fan and subconsciously showed coldness.
He also wants to struggle.
The right hand can also instinctively grab the dagger.
"Don't move, I just treated your injuries, cleaned up the toxins, bandaged the wound, and you may be completely destroyed once you move."
Ye Fan hurriedly reached out and pressed his shoulder:
"I'm not a bad person, nor do I know you, but meeting it is fate and will not harm you."
"No one will come to this clinic for three days. You can rest well and get something to eat when you are thirsty."
"I put a lot of food and water on the head of your bed, and a large pot of Chinese medicine that I just boiled today."
"Drinking Chinese medicine three times a day is enough for you to drink it for three days."
"I feel better and feel no danger anymore. I quietly left the back door."
Ye Fan finished speaking with Zhu and Cannon, and then left the backyard without even asking about his name.
He saved people purely out of kindness and did not want to have too much involvement with the gray-clothed boy, after all, he was chased and killed.
Ye Fan didn't want to provoke such grudges at all.
Seeing Ye Fan leave, the young man in gray was slightly stunned, and then looked at his injuries, and his cold face became softer.