Chapter 317

Sitting is better than standing, lying is better than sitting -- when you can sleep in a comfortable wooden bed, Fang Yuan disdains to sleep in the wheat until dawn.

Especially when your face is down and your back hurts.

The dawn has begun to appear. In another hour, it will be bright. There are early birds chirping over the sky to find early worms for breakfast.

After Fang Yuan regained consciousness, only a few seconds later, he jumped up from the wheat field, then bent down and coughed violently.

The internal injury caused by the punch of King Jiuyou in his back heart can't be eliminated in such a short time.

Just coughed a few times, the displaced viscera were vibrated again, which made him black again and sat down on the ground.

Even if it hurts again, Fang Yuan has to bite his teeth, barely raise his head and quickly observe around.

Within hundreds of meters around him, it was empty and there was no shadow. Only a faint white fog shrouded the grove on the right, but you could see the tombs inside.

Where is the invulnerable king of Jiuyou?

She just let me go?

When Fang Yuan slowly inhales and exhales (the so-called exhalation, which can quickly regulate the vibration of the internal organs), the mind is also running fast.

To tell the truth, as early as the Jiankou Great Wall, when the old man said that the most evil things from the dark world were invulnerable, Fang Yuan still disdained and didn't believe it.

After all, the human body is invulnerable, which is indeed contrary to the vitality of life itself and its fragility.

But now, Fang Yuanxin.

He not only witnessed Chen Wanyue's sharp throat cutting knife, but also tried it himself. As a result, he was knocked unconscious by a punch without even a chance to be shocked.

Still in the process of running with all his strength, his body shot forward like an arrow and unloaded at least half of the power of that punch.

It can be inferred from this that if the front of the square is punched by others, the muscles and bones will definitely break and the seven orifices will bleed to death.

What made Fang Yuan feel cold was that when he was hit, he could obviously feel that the king of Jiuyou didn't use his best!

In other words, the ghost woman didn't really intend to kill him.

Otherwise, even if he unloaded half his strength in the gallop, he would die with blood.

That woman is by no means human!

When Fang Yuan thought of this, he could feel a strong sense of fear in his eyes.

Perhaps, after too many storms and waves, he really doesn't care about life and death, but he can't keep his proud calm in front of absolute killing God: no matter how good he is, he is just a person.

"Well --"

Just when the whole body was shrouded in fear that had never been before, a light groan of pain came from the rear.

When Huoran turned and looked back, Fang Yuan suddenly blackened in front of him.

Too much force affected the internal injury that had just subsided for a moment.

He quickly took a deep breath and clenched his teeth, which refocused his lax eyes, and then saw a woman lying on the wheat field with her ass facing up.

"Yes, at least you're still alive. Otherwise, man, ah, no, it's my son-in-law who got the punch in vain."

Looking at her mother-in-law in the future, she was very embarrassed and smiled happily.

Yuan good luck is not happy at all.

He really didn't understand that he was mixed up like this. Why did some thieves hide on the roadside and rob him of his second-hand motorcycle bought for 300 yuan?

Every morning, Yuan lucky, who had to work on the construction site in the city to make money, woke up from the drainage ditch and was stunned for eight minutes before he jumped up, pointed to the heaven and scolded his mother and ancestors, and asked why God was so cruel to him?

The same people, why do some live in big villas, drive luxury cars and hold beautiful women in their arms?

And he, who is 40 or 20 this year, is still alone. He gets up earlier than the dog every day, eats worse than the pig, and works harder than the cow -- that's why he was robbed.

Is there any reason?

Like a madman, he cried and cursed in the drainage ditch. After scolding for half an hour, Yuan lucky sat down and prepared to have a rest and continue to scold. After scolding, he ran to the police station and asked how they protected taxpayers. When he saw a 100 yuan bill.

Not one, but many, scattered at his feet, with a full look of two or three thousand.

Just now he looked up and scolded God. He scolded too attentively, but he didn't notice under his feet.

Immediately, just like seeing a donkey with meat and bones, yuan Haoyun threw a tiger on the money. All his resentment and dissatisfaction with the world turned into the morning wind, leaving only happiness.

And thanks.

Thank the guy who knocked on him and welcome him from the bottom of his heart. The man will wait for him here tomorrow morning.

Fang Yuan won't pay attention to yuan good luck's welcome unless he has something wrong with his mind.

However, even if he had no brain problems, Mr. Fang had a headache when he put Chen Wanyue horizontally on the wooden bed.

The reason for headache is very simple: Chen Wanyue must be bandaged. For some reasons, she can't go to the hospital.

If Chen Wanyue is not Chen Wanyue, just a woman, Fang Yuan doesn't care whether she is beautiful or not. As long as she decides to save her, she will unzip her leather clothes in the wild and stop bleeding first.

The problem is that Chen Wanyue is Chen Wanyue -- his future mother-in-law.

And the mother-in-law seems very coquettish and sexy.

If a son-in-law takes off her clothes and cleans and bandages her wounds, it is bound to produce suspicion.

"Well, it's really not a place to hurt. Alas, you'd better find a woman, man. I really can't do it. "

Mr. Fang took Chen Wanyue's zipper, hesitated for a moment and picked up his mobile phone.

He was going to call Xia Xiaoyun and let her run as fast as possible. He just took this opportunity to tell her everything about Chen Wanyue, so that she could understand that this was the greatest mother in the world.

Fang Yuangang picked up the phone, but heard Chen Wanyue murmur in a very low voice, "no, don't find someone."

"Are you awake? Who's good to bandage you? "

Fang Yuan quickly turned around again, his face full of worries about the elders: "don't worry, I'm going to find Chu Ci and tell her the truth so that she can understand what a great mother you are."

"No."

Chen Wanyue opened her eyes slightly and shook her head powerlessly.

Fang Yuan was puzzled: "why didn't you tell her? She has a right to know. "

Chen Wanyue smiled bitterly and asked in a low voice, "do you think I can hold up until Chu Ci came here?"

In silence.

He has been licking the edge of the knife for so long in the Jianghu. Of course, he can see that Chen Wanyue has lost too much blood. If he doesn't deal with the wound in time, he can't survive for ten minutes.

Xia Xiaoyun, even with the fastest speed, can't catch up in ten minutes.

Sipping the corners of his mouth, Fang Yuan pretended to be silly and asked, "then, who will bandage your wound?"

Chen Wanyue opened her eyes slightly and seemed to smile.

Just that smile, with a great self mockery, said softly, "you."

"Me?"

The corner of Fang Yuan's mouth jumped down and said, "I'll bandage your wound, okay?"

"It's just a smelly skin bag. You haven't seen it before. What's wrong with holding it?"

When Chen Wanyue whispered this sentence, she affected the wound and her painful body trembled violently.

"I used to hold -- as before, I didn't intend to marry Chu Ci."

Fang Yuan said sincerely, "it's different now. You are my respected mother-in-law in my heart."

It may be too painful, too painful to speak, so Chen Wanyue just looked at the surrounding area, but her eyes were full of ridicule that can be seen by blind people, as if she were saying: boy, what kind of gentleman do you pretend to be?

Fang Yuan was a little flustered when she saw it, so she had to harden her head and say, "well, I'll wrap you up, but we have to say it first. Heaven knows it, you know it, I know it, and I can't tell anyone, especially Chu Ci."

Chen Wanyue was too lazy to talk to him and closed her eyes again.

For Mr. Fang, taking off a woman's clothes is absolutely familiar. It's like flowing clouds without a trace of stagnation, especially an old woman like Chen Wanyue (Mr. Fang is lying with his eyes open, because even if he is really blind, he can see that the politeness like water honey and peach is not an old woman's).

But this time, he really had a lot of effort. He was sweating on his forehead before he unzipped his leather coat.

That zipper, like more than a thousand gold.

There is an evil sense of guilt inside.

Fortunately, when the five blood holes that were still bleeding out slowly appeared in the sight of the surrounding area, all the distractions were blown away like a strong wind, leaving only pure concern.

As early as Chen Wanyue woke up, Fang Yuan was ready to bandage the wound.

At this time, once some selfish thoughts are removed, Chen Wanyue is an ordinary wounded in need of rescue in Fang Yuan's heart. He has become the most competent surgeon, and his methods of dealing with the wound are simply and skillfully: alcohol cotton disinfection, dressing, bandaging and hanging a hanging bottle.

In just a few minutes, Fang Yuan wrapped her up, pulled the quilt over her, pinched the infusion tube hanging on the wall, and then breathed a sigh of relief. He looked down at her and opened her mouth. When he was about to say something, he found that she had closed her eyes and was in a waxy yellow coma.

Chen Wanyue mainly lost too much blood. It is said that the best treatment is blood transfusion.

However, due to some reasons, Fangyuan didn't plan to give her blood transfusion, just hope she can resist it.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Fang Yuan really didn't believe that this cowardly looking woman would have such strong perseverance. When she cleaned her wound, she clenched her teeth and didn't say a word.

It was not until the bandage was completed that he fainted with relief.

"Alas."

After looking at Chen Wanyue for a long time, Fang Yuan sighed and turned out of the bedroom.

When I came to the yard, there was a touch of sunrise in the East, and the whole city woke up from its deep sleep, full of vitality.

Fang Yuan sat at the stone table, lit a cigarette and looked at the rising sun, but his eyes seemed to slide through a snow-white lightning.

The lightning that didn't exist at all was like splitting in his heart. It hurt very much.

The orangutan kept pounding on the table with his hands. He wanted to be crazy and jump on the table.

I don't know how long it took him to take the cigarette off his mouth.

The cigarette has long been out.

When he threw it on the ground, Fang Yuan looked down and saw his own shadow.

The black shadow under the sunrise stood quietly behind him, motionless.

The head of the shadow seemed to have a pair of sad eyes staring at him.

Fang Yuan closed his eyes.

Xia Xiaoyun, with her eyes closed, instinctively raised her hand to support the front windshield when the normal car suddenly stopped. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a figure and collapsed down the front of the car.