Song Yan's physical fitness is at least 500 points, and his body's instinctive reaction is quite strong. The moment the woman jumped out, he reacted, raised his palm and turned it into a knife, stepped forward to meet her, and slashed at the opponent's neck. At the same time, he raised his right knee. Pushing against her lower abdomen.
The woman was a little surprised. She didn't expect Song Yan to react so quickly. She subconsciously stopped her forward movement and stepped back.
But her retreat gave Song Yan a chance.
After merging the medium-level physical skills and condensing all kinds of fighting skills into his bones, Song Yan gave a soft drink, took two steps forward, and with his hands flying, a series of attacks hit the woman like a violent storm.
Because he knew that this woman was cruel and ruthless, he didn't dare to hold anything back.
Under Song Yan's attacks, the woman retreated steadily and was soon forced into a corner. A surprised light flashed in her eyes. She never expected that this young man would be so powerful. If she had not been injured, she would have returned. She was 50% sure of taking him down, but now she was seriously injured and could only use 50% of her strength at most, so she was no match for him at all.
Because there was no room to dodge, the woman had no choice but to fight hard with Song Yan. They collided several times. Blood began to bleed from the corner of her mouth, and the wound on her lower abdomen burst open. She could already feel the blood soaking through the bandage.
"Whoosh!"
Song Yan retracted his hand and stepped back, staring at her proudly: "Don't think that you can kill others at will because you have some strength. This time I will teach you a little lesson. If you dare to attack me next time, you will never be lenient!"
After hearing Song Yan's words, the woman's eyes flashed with anger, but in the end she didn't say anything. She took off her outer leather jacket, revealing the blood-stained undershirt, and tore off part of the sheet and began to bandage it.
Seeing this, Song Yan felt a little guilty and felt that he had taken advantage of others, so he said, "You can't do the bazaar like this. It's easy to get infected. How about I buy some anti-inflammatory medicine for you?"
"The pharmacies on the street have long been closed at this time. Where are you going to buy them?" the woman said coldly.
"Yeah!" Song Yan rubbed his head in embarrassment: "Then I'll ask the hotel proprietress if she has a first aid kit."
This time the woman remained silent.
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"Boss, do you have a first aid kit here? My friend is injured. Can you use it for me?"
The middle-aged proprietress yawned and looked at Song Yan, and then her eyes became strange: "I do have a first aid kit, but I can't give it to you for free, fifty yuan."
"Okay." Song Yan took out fifty yuan and slapped it at the front desk.
"Wait a moment." The proprietress reached for the money, then took out a first aid kit under the counter and handed it to Song Yan, and said: "Young man, be gentle and don't kill anyone!"
Song Yan couldn't help but feel embarrassed. She grabbed the first aid kit and headed to the room. The voice of the landlady could be heard faintly from behind: "Young people nowadays are so crazy! They are all injured from playing!"
"Do you need help?"
Song Yan handed the first aid kit to the woman and asked politely.
He thought the other party would refuse, but he didn't expect that the other party was silent for a few seconds and said: "Come and bandage me."
Song Yan was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly.
He is a martial arts practitioner, and injuries will inevitably occur during martial arts training, so he has considerable experience in bandaging injuries caused by injuries.
When he uncovered the woman's blood-stained cloth, he couldn't help but be surprised to see that there was a five or six-inch long wound on her lower abdomen. It seemed that the wound was quite deep.
"Your wound is too serious, you'd better go to the hospital." Song Yan frowned.
"The people who are chasing me are very powerful." The woman still said coldly, but Song Yan could feel that her tone was no longer as cold as before.
Hearing this, Song Yan understood that since the person who was chasing her knew that she was injured, he would definitely pay attention to hospitals, clinics and other places. If he went to the hospital, wouldn't he be falling into a trap
Then, Song Yan first used distilled water to wipe away the blood around the wound, then applied white medicine to the wound, and finally wrapped the wound with a bandage.
"Okay, you'd better not use force during this period, otherwise your wound may burst at any time!" Song Yan warned.
The woman didn't say anything and just put the leather jacket back on.
While packing the first aid kit, Song Yan said, "My name is Song Yan, what's your name?"
"I said, don't ask if you shouldn't ask!" The woman stared at him coldly.
"If you don't want to say it, forget it." Song Yan pouted, picked up the first aid kit and planned to return it to the proprietress.
At six o'clock in the morning, Song Yan woke up from his chair and saw that the woman was still sleeping. He quietly walked out of the room and went to a nearby breakfast spot to buy a breakfast and put it in the room. After thinking about it, he took out another two hundred yuan. The money is placed next to the breakfast.
When he walked out of the room, the sleeping woman suddenly opened her eyes, looking at the breakfast and the two hundred dollars placed on the chair, her expression was a little complicated.
After returning to the dormitory, Song Yan slept until noon. The figure of the woman flashed in his mind. He wanted to go to the hotel to see her, but after thinking about it for a long time, he did not go.
It can be said that he and the woman met by chance. To reach this point is already the most benevolent and righteous. If he continues to be involved with her, it will probably bring trouble to himself or his uncle's family.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, Song Yan walked to the martial arts gym.
Although Zhaojia Quan Martial Arts Gym is a martial arts gym, it is also a gym. Compared with the evening, there are fewer people in the afternoon.
"Song Yan, you haven't been here for a while?" He Yong said affectionately.
As Zhao Fengyang's eldest disciple, He Yong has learned his true skills. At least before the integration of medium physical skills, Song Yan was no match for him, but he can still fight with twenty or thirty moves. As for now, Song Yan is confident in five moves. Defeat him within.
"Yes, I am quite busy studying during this period. By the way, Master Zhao is still filming?"
"I just had a phone call with Master last night. The drama will be finished in about a week."
A week was not long, and Song Yan decided that when Zhao Fengyang came back, he would discuss matters with him.
"Song Yan, come with me. I have something to tell you."
Just as Song Yan was practicing with the equipment for a while, Zhao Xiaoyu suddenly appeared.
So, he followed Zhao Xiaoyu to the office. The other party motioned him to close the door and said, "I called my brother about the last incident. He agreed to teach you and me the three unique skills of Zhao Family Quan, but you must pray. He is a teacher.”
Song Yan was unwilling to become Zhao Fengyang's disciple, because he believed that he was no weaker than Zhao Fengyang. Even if the opponent was stronger, he wouldn't be much stronger. Maybe next time he would draw a high-level physical skill in the lottery, he would be defeated in a minute. Beyond.
He has no interest in becoming a master to someone who is weaker than him. Besides, he has also heard about the rules for martial arts practitioners. Once he is a master, he will always be a father. With systematic help, he will sooner or later fly thousands of miles away and become a master. , will only limit your own development.
So, he said to Xiaoyu, "Sister Xiaoyu, you misunderstood. I was just joking with you last time."
"Song Yan, what do you mean? Don't you want to become my brother's teacher?" Zhao Xiaoyu's face darkened, looking very dissatisfied.
After hesitating for a moment, Song Yan nodded.
"Get out of here!" Seeing him nod, Zhao Xiaoyu couldn't help but became furious, pointing at the door and shouting.
Song Yan didn't know why Zhao Xiaoyu was so excited, so he could only smile and leave.
As soon as Song Yan left, Zhao Xiaoyu cursed into the air: "Asshole Song Yan, I have tried so hard to beg my brother to accept you, but you don't appreciate it. I'm really angry to death!" (To be completed!) Continued)