honey has fallen

Tang Yun stuck there like a log, neither dodging nor avoiding.The glass brushed against Tang Yun's neck with a whistling sound, drawing a bloodstain on the white skin.

The wound was not deep, but it was oozing blood downwards. The blood beads slid down the neckline and merged into the collarbone, dyeing the collar of the snow-white T-shirt red and quickly faded away.

The fat man held the glass in his hand, and his fat chest heaved violently due to anger. He didn't expect that he was not afraid of death. When he was about to stab the carotid artery, he couldn't help but tilted his wrist, otherwise Tang Yun would have blood spattered three feet on the spot .

"You're so fucking talented!" Fatty felt ashamed that he didn't dare to kill him directly, so he gritted his teeth and grabbed Tang Yun by the collar.

When Yan Buxi rushed over, he saw the blood on Tang Yun's neck, and the bright red blood pierced into his eyes and immediately caught fire.Grab the big man and roll his fat hand over, and kick his heart with all his strength.

"I fuck you!"

The fat man was kicked and fell to the table behind him, overturned the wine bottle above it and fell to the ground with a crash, and it was broken, the hand that was on the ground directly pressed it.The sharp glass pierced into the flesh, and a thick blood gushed out from the palm.

The few remaining guests were students, and seeing the scene getting bigger and bigger, they were so scared that they ran away before finishing their meal.

There were only three people left in the food stall standing on the street.

"Yan..." Before Tang Yun could finish speaking, Yan Buxi grabbed his arm and forcefully thrust him behind his back, without turning his head, he said, "Boys are fighting, don't worry about it."

Tang Yun: "?"

The fat man's palm was bloody and bloody from the broken glass, his blood rushed to the top of his head under the stimulation of blood and pain, his eyes turned red, and he glared at Yan Buxi viciously, he took out a switchblade from behind, his movements were extremely Quickly, the blade popped out and stabbed at Yan Buxi's abdomen at the same time.

Under the dim light, a cold light flashed, and Yan Buxi was the first to push Tang Yun away from behind him. He had been fighting for so many years, and his reaction was quick. Pushing Tang Yun, he also dodged sideways.

The fat man is also a ruthless character, after stabbing the air, he immediately turned to the blade in the air and slammed into Xiang Yan Buxi's neck.

Yan Buxi hurriedly took two steps back, the place on his neck that was scratched was burning hot, he grabbed the beer bottle on one side of the table and smashed it hard on the fat man's head, the beer bottle smashed on the shoulder when the fat man tilted his head.He seemed to be so red-eyed that he didn't know the pain. He was panting heavily in anger, and then stabbed Yan Buxi in the chest with a knife in this gap.

Yan Buxi backed up and knocked over a table and got caught, feeling bad, the knife immediately pierced the top of his head.

"I don't like it." Tang Yun shouted out.Seeing that the blade pierced into Yan Buxi's forearm, halfway through, blood gushed out from the wound, and the sleeve turned dark black directly.

Yan Buxi felt his ears buzzing, and the pain on his forearm made him clearly aware of his injury, he gritted his teeth and took a breath, and didn't care whether the arm could be taken, instead, he held the man's wrist so that he couldn't pull out the knife.After all, it is a young man, a full-blooded tiger, Yan Buxi uses this posture to push the person forward two steps, the blade cuts the flesh and blood while pulling, Yan Buxi bites the back molars to separate the distance, and kicks hard on the ground The center of the crotch of the fat man.

"Aww—" the fat man let out a miserable howl, let go of his hands, covered his crotch in pain, and squatted down. That was the ballsy sadness that only men understand.

"I don't like it." Tang Yun stepped forward, frowned and looked at his forearm with the knife inserted. The blade was stained with bright red blood, and the blood gushed out from the wound.

Yan Buxi's painful lips turned white, and he panted twice and replied: "It's okay." The whites of his eyes were bloodshot, he squeezed the corners of his eyes and stared at the man rolling on the ground in front of him, he picked up a stool with his left hand and smashed it down .

The siren of a police car came from a distance, and it was the lady boss hiding behind the counter who called the police.The man who was rolling on the ground heard the urging sound from far and near, endured the severe pain and got up, staring at Yan Buxi and speaking viciously.

"Little turtle, I will kill you next time!"

After speaking, he limped and ran towards the small alley.

Yan Buxi covered his arm with a knife and a wound, his eyes were red and he wanted to chase after the injury, but Tang Yun pulled him back. Seeing the person disappear at the end of the alley, he stretched his neck and yelled back in refusal: "Next time I won't let you have three legs! It's your grandson!"

"Okay." Tang Yun supported his arm, the palm was covered with sticky blood, the knife was not in the flesh and blood, and he didn't dare to move at all, Yan Buxi's murderous aura hadn't subsided, but Tang Yun was still not afraid, Serious lesson with a straight face.

"Still beating, I don't want your arm anymore, I'll take you to the hospital."

When the police arrived, only the proprietress herself was still at the scene, and the criminal and the hero who had done justice had left.

Tang Yun asked for leave from the Internet cafe, and personally accompanied Yan Buxi to the hospital for examination, billing, and payment.If it weren't for Yan Buxi being Ouhuang, it was a blessing in misfortune that such a big knife pierced in, but it only hurt the flesh and didn't strain the tendons.It's just that the wound was too deep and needed to be stitched up. Tang Yun opened a ward for him, sent him to lie down, and went to do the formalities by himself.

During this period, Yan Buxi's hostility faded away, and he was a handsome guy who looked like a dog again, even with a little ruffian arrogance because of the injuries on his body.On the way Tang Yun took him to stitches, he was inspected by several young nurses. If he had scratched his head and raised his eyebrows in the past, they were all ignored at this moment. Can I hold your hand and sew stitches? I'm afraid of pain?"

"Don't worry." Tang Yun said: "I bought you a local anesthetic, even if I cut it for you, you won't feel it."

Yan Buxi still wanted to struggle: "The anesthesia is so expensive, you just hold my hand and it's over. What are we going to spend that money on?"

Tang Yun handed him the receipt.

[A piece of anesthetic lidocaine costs 1.50 yuan, and the anesthesia fee is 33.00 yuan, totaling 34.50 yuan]

Yan Buxi: "..."

Why is it so cheap, can't this hospital be a little black-hearted? !

"No." He continued to struggle. "Isn't 34.5 money? This money will be saved for you to buy Kanto Duo Xiang."

"No need." Tang Yun let out a sigh of relief, not understanding that this man had a hole in his arm, and he was sweating from the pain, and he could still push Lai Lai all the way. "You stitch well."

"Does anesthesia affect intelligence?" When Yan Buxi was pressed on the chair, his mind suddenly became enlightened as if he had caught something, and he said, "I am a genius in our department, a future pillar of the motherland, and a leader in the chemical industry." It is a wonderful work, if it is because of an anesthetic of [-] yuan that affects intelligence, this is the cheapest talent destruction since the founding of the People's Republic of China."

Tang Yun: "..."

The old doctor: "..." Putting down the needle, he stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, speaking earnestly. "Young man, why don't you sew it up, leave a hole here in the future, or a special bag, it's better to hide private money from your wife."

"Dongliang, there should be this special way to hide money. What do you think?"

Yan Buxi: "Let's sew. My wife is quite sensible, she won't deny me pocket money." After speaking, she looked up at Tang Yun obediently.

The corners of Tang Yun's lips twitched, but it wasn't a smile.He looked at the doctor with a hint of giving up struggling. "If you don't hit it, don't hit it, just sew it."

He grabbed the paw that Yan Buxi had grabbed, pulled it from his hand and pressed it on his own thigh.

"You should bear the pain even if you die, Dongliang. The heaven will send you a great mission, and you must not use anesthesia and stitches first." With the doctor's eyes of approval, he backed away and moved a little further away.

Yan Buxi saw him standing by the wall where he couldn't reach, raised his left hand to complain.

"You are so ruthless, unintentional, and vexatious. For whom, for whom? Just for someone who won't even let me hold hands—oh—" Yan Buxi broke out in cold sweat, and he almost jumped up in pain.

The doctor probably thought he was talking too much, so he gave the injection without warning while being forced.

Yan Buxi clearly felt the needle pierce the flesh, the pain crackled and exploded in every inch of nerve endings, his lips became whiter, and he frowned and gasped.

Tang Yun leaned against the wall with his arms in his arms, watching silently as Yan Buxi sewed needles in a cold sweat. The sweat wetted the ends of his hair, and the thorns were messy. The scratches on his neck and the many blood-stained wounds on his body made him The youthful vigor all over his body is unrestrained and flamboyant, even a little aggressive.

This is the kind of person who is completely opposite to him, a kid who can't think calmly, can't plan carefully, doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, and can only go on a rampage.

In the past, he always felt that this kind of people were like irrational beasts who only fight and mate by instinct.

But this person in front of him seems to be quite interesting.

The author says:

Xiao Tang's excellence is definitely beyond your imagination.