"Yan Jun!"
At this moment, a cry of extreme grief and anger suddenly sounded in the hall, and the sound was so loud that the entire enclosed hall was shaking.
It was Zhang Yuan who made the sound. Although he was like a living dead, his exploration ability was naturally turned on. Everything in the hall was clear to him, his anxiety, his anger, his hatred, everything was there. It broke out at this moment.
In fact, it’s impossible to really digest those ten thousand years of gong power. There are two ways to digest. One is to wait for it to digest naturally, and the other is to forcefully suppress it, which means that if there is a vent at this time A place, or a powerful idea, will instantly suppress Wannian skill.
Zhang Yuan's extremely resentful mood became this powerful idea at this moment. He restrained the wave of the universal skill in his body with a loud roar, the wind was calm and the waves were calm, and the universal skill quieted down and let him send him. Zhang Yuanhu opened his eyes fiercely, his eyes almost breaking through the sockets, the corners of his eyes were a little cracked, and the inside was bloodshot.
Almost at the same time, his hands suddenly stretched out, instantly catching his uncle's thin and dry wrists.
All of Jiu Shugong's cultivation is in these two burning palms, so Zhang Yuan's first step is to catch his hands.
If he couldn't catch it before, the old guy still has a little strength after more than a hundred years of practice. Even if he wants to control his wrist in weightlifting, that's a fantasy. But at this moment, Zhang Yuan has mastered ten thousand years of skill. Although his abilities have no offensive power, his strength has obviously grown beyond imagination.
Jiu Shugong twitched his hand vigorously. No, his wrist followed the curse. He stretched out again, trying to burn Zhang Yuan's face with his hand, but he still didn't work, his hand seemed to grow on Zhang Yuan. Yuan's body remained motionless.
"It's a son of a bitch." Zhang Yuan roared, his hands slammed together, then grabbed his uncle's wrist, and slowly sent his flaming hand to the old face he hit. "Try it yourself. Take the taste of burning!" Jiu Shugong couldn't resist. In fact, his skill is his hands. In addition to his hands, he is also afraid of fire, he is also afraid of burning, and he will die. Just after Jiu Shugong's beard was lit, he withdrew his skill and avoided being burned.
"Old beast, die!" Zhang Yuan roared again, with a flick of his back and a flick of his feet, and the carp slammed. Zhang Yuan stood up, dragged Jiu Shugong and walked under the flower bed. Although Jiu Shugong's cultivation base for more than 180 years is not small, it is not worth mentioning compared with the current Zhang Yuan. Jiu Shugong was carried down to the flower bed by Zhang Yuan like a plastic bag. . "Big brother, if you have something to say, I can do things for you. Without me, you can't get your skills..." Jiu Shugong begged. There is no other way but to beg, and he is just as vulnerable as ordinary people.
"So you are not crazy! That would be better!" Zhang Yuan sneered and dragged the old man to a big machine.
This is a professional instrument for photographing energy light imported from abroad. Because it needs a magnetic field, there is a very heavy magnetized iron on the lower side, weighing about seven or eight tons.
"Brother, please forgive me, you, what are you doing!" Jiu Shugong suddenly discovered what Zhang Yuan meant, struggling with fright, but it seemed very futile.
That's right, Zhang Yuan was going to smash the old guy's hand first, and he wanted the old guy to have a taste of tortured death. Because Zhang Yuan didn’t dare to let go of Jiu Shugong’s hand or let his hands hit him, he needed tools, the machine in front of him. Jiu Shugong was struggling, kicking his feet hard on the ground, but his old leather shoes were lost. To no avail.
"Wow!" Zhang Yuan swayed the big machine that was hooked with his toes and swayed down, then with a cruel smile, he placed Jiu Shugong's two thin palms on the ground.
"No! Don't..." Jiu Shugong yelled out of death, but the big iron still banged down, hitting Jiu Shugong's wrist.
"Kacha." Jiu Shugong's hand was broken at the same time as his wrists. His two palms, which he survived, were proud of, and killed countless people, were instantly crushed into a bloody piece of flesh.
"Ah~" Jiu Shugong screamed, and he couldn't live his own life. At present, he can't bear to see him. Two arms that have lost his hands are dancing back and forth, red blood is thrown everywhere, and the broken wrists are clearly visible. "It turns out that your blood is also red." Zhang Yuan hated the old guy to the extreme, showing no mercy at all. He dragged the old guy's legs, lifted the big iron, and slammed it down again.
At this moment is the slaughterhouse on earth. The angry Zhang Yuan pushed Jiu Shugong one piece at a time. His feet, calves, thighs, and chest have been smashed into his whole body before letting go. The only thing left is that. One of his heads rolled back and forth like a watermelon, and Jiu Shugong was also completely dead.
Looking at the blood and the red fleshy mud, Zhang Yuan calmed down. He took a breath, kicked Jiu Shugong's head, and quickly walked towards Zhang Yanjun, who was lying quietly.
"Yan Jun, wake up..." Zhang Yuan's throat choked for a while, remembering her moving eyes, her charming eyes like a pervert, and once deliberately avoided her, and didn't know her intentions, but it turned out, She loved herself so deeply.
Zhang Yuan's eyes were a little fuzzy, and he quickly hugged Zhang Yanjun's thin body, and when he felt his pulse, he was still jumping, very faintly beating.
Zhang Yuan was overjoyed suddenly, and he trembled: "Yan Jun, wait, I'll take you to the hospital, doctor, doctor."
When the iron gate opened from the inside, Zhang Yuan who was hugging Yanjun tightly appeared in front of Qin Xiaorou.
Seeing the two men covered in blood, Qin Xiaorou hurriedly greeted them, "How about?"
"I'm okay, I need a doctor, an ambulance, is the ambulance coming?" Zhang Yuan asked anxiously.
"Come here." Two little doctors emerged from the back of the heavily armed special police and carried the auxiliary stretcher. Zhang Yuan put Zhang Yanjun, who had a weak pulse, on top. He just wanted to follow, but was pulled by Qin Xiaorou.
"How about your injury, you are also the injured person, you let me..." In fact, Qin Xiaorou was also worried to death. In just fifteen minutes, it was as long as fifteen years. Zhang Yuan was already weak when he was held hostage. She became pale, and she was really worried that this kid could not hold on. When Zhang Yuan appeared in front of her in blood, how much she wished she could rush into his arms.
Zhang Yuan knew her care, nodded slightly to her, made a relieved look, and then chased the ambulance away. There was a person who needed his care more, the woman who was willing to give up her life in order to save him. .
"Wow, wow..." The ambulance drove in the quiet and deep midnight, and a siren burst through the early morning fog, and the white and blue roof was a gleam of hope.
Zhang Yuan sat on the innermost side of the car, holding Zhang Yanjun’s little hand. The little hand was extraordinarily white, and the white was blue and cold like blood loss. Zhang Yuan put her hand on himself and it was warm. Warm her cheeks, comforting her softly, "Yan Jun, wait a minute, we will be at the hospital soon, hold on, don't be discouraged, don't relax...
As Zhang Yuan said, the tears slipped down, his vision blurred, he didn't wipe it, and the bitter tears crawled all over his face.
Today’s doctor with the car is a relatively experienced doctor. He started the examination in the car. “The patient was injured by the impact, his blood pressure was 30, his pulse was 45, multiple organ injuries at the impact site, possible rupture, craniocerebral injury, pupil Magnify the signs, oh, the most important thing is that the patient’s seventh rib was broken and pierced into the stomach, causing hemorrhage... alas~"
The old doctor suddenly shook his head when he said that, sighed, and no longer continued the examination, but sat back on the bench that was leaning against the carriage.
"Doctor, how is it?" Zhang Yuan asked, wiping away the tears from the corner of his eyes.
The old doctor looked at Zhang Yuan again and said, "I have been a doctor for a long time, and I have received many critically ill patients. I have also received a lot of injuries like her. Alas, it is too serious. You have to be mentally ill. ready."
The words of the old doctor are obvious, there is probably no hope for such a serious injury, so you can prepare for the funeral.
"So how much hope is there?" Zhang Yuan grasped the old doctor's hand tightly, as if grasping a life-saving straw.
The old doctor withdrew his hand from Zhang Yuan's bloodstained hand and raised a finger.
"10%?" Zhang Yuanwen.
"One percent." The old doctor retracted his fingers and shook his head again. This is Mr. Yan from China Overseas Television. Who doesn't know? Which of the citizens of China Shipping doesn't like this beautiful, wise, beautiful host who dares to speak for the disadvantaged? But Tian is jealous of Hongyan, what a young life. "One percent..." Zhang Yuan mumbled and his eyes were frozen, one percent, is this more hope? In fact, Zhang Yuan had an idea in his heart, but he was not sure if it would work, because he hadn't tried it, and he was afraid that it would not work if it happened. Didn't that insult this girl
What awakened Zhang Yuan was another sentence the old doctor said to himself, "I don't think I can even reach the hospital..."
"Stop!" Zhang Yuan shouted violently.
"What are you doing?"
"I'll treat her myself." Zhang Yuan finished speaking, unplugged the infusion tube from Yanjun's arm, helped her tidy up her open coat, and then said coldly, "Stop!"
The two little nurses in the car wanted to stop them, but the old doctor told them to leave it alone. When the ambulance stopped by the road, Zhang Yuan hugged Zhang Yanjun and left. The old doctor sighed, "Actually, I am one percent. To comfort him, such a patient... will undoubtedly die."