Chapter 424

"Ah, ah

The man covered his arm and screamed.

The other man was so frightened that he pushed muziliang into the river and ran away.

"Bang."

Muziliang fell into the river again. For a while, he couldn't even struggle.

He rose and fell in the water, his eyes like ashes to see the cold year on the shore.

Ying Hannian stands on the bank, behind him are the people who are still fighting with blood and blood. But he takes out a pack of cigarettes like nothing happened, knocks a cigarette out of the cigarette box, bites it in his mouth, lowers his head to light the fire, and looks at the people in the river with his eyes dark. His face is still splashed with blood. He looks like a soul killer.

He had no intention of saving people at all.

Muziliang wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh any more.

He quietly waited for death, waiting for the worst moment of his life to come.

It can't be said that it's still. The river has been hitting his seven orifices again and again, and the sense of suffocation has swept him up again.

Ying Hannian smoked and looked at him sarcastically, "isn't it very painful? Have you never suffered such a crime? "

“……”

Muziliang was speechless, but he was not angry in the cold years. At least, he didn't let himself be tortured to death by those gangsters.

Give him a good time.

When he dies, Ying Hannian will be satisfied.

"I asked you a question. You answered me. How about a grand funeral?" Ying Hannian reached for the smoke, and the smoke was scattered in the air. He lifted his thin lips, and his eyes were dark. He said coldly, "is it you who killed my mother?"

“……”

Muziliang looked at him. He drifted more and more towards the middle of the river, and his body gradually sank.

A man on the verge of death can't answer anything.

Duckweed entangles muziliang, making him like a water ghost.

Ying Hannian knew that he couldn't answer and didn't ask any more questions, so he stood on the bank smoking and watched him sink.

Mu Ziliang went into the green water, his legs twitched in the water, the water slowly passed his purple lips, frozen nose, and then to a general who had no angry eyes

Maybe it's retribution.

He thought he had been successful all his life, but in the end, he was more embarrassed than most people.

Time goes by.

Mu Ziliang closed his eyes and suddenly saw Ying Hannian on the bank throw away his cigarette, take off his windbreaker, jump into the stinky water and swim towards him.

“……”

Muzhiliang stayed.

The next second, he was lifted up and swam back to the shore in the cold year.

Both of them had the same smell.

"Ouch --"

Muziliang vomited out of the water in pain, shivered and breathed unevenly.

Ying Hannian helped him to sit on the edge of the warehouse, squatted beside him, picked up the windbreaker to cover him with a cold face, turned his head and yelled at the bodyguard, "where's the needle?"

The bodyguards have knocked down all the gangsters and tied them up. They are picking up the pieces.

Smell speech, a bodyguard rushed out, will a delicate small box to should cold years.

Ying Hannian opened it directly. There was a needle inside. He took it up and thrust it into muziliang's chest without thinking about it. He pushed the transparent medicine inside slowly.

“……”

Muziliang was already a little confused. He shivered and looked at yinghannian, who was all wet in front of him. He knew that at this time, yinghannian could not have injected him with any poison.

I brought all the needles with me, which proves that... Ying Hannian was ready to save him at the beginning.

Ying Hannian never wanted to kill him.

"Not me."

He opened his mouth slowly, his lips became more and more purple, and there was only one last breath left.

“……”

Ying Hannian coldly looked at him, took out the needle, turned his eyes to the bodyguard behind him, and ordered coldly, "take off your coat for me."

The bodyguards took off their coats one after another.

Ying Hannian put all his clothes on muziliang and wrapped him tightly. Muziliang continued, "I didn't kill your mother."

“……”

Ying Hannian didn't speak. He just squatted in front of him and covered him with one coat after another.……

Lin Yi waited anxiously in the small house, pacing back and forth, his fingers cold without any temperature.

Why don't you come back.

Ying Hannian said that there are not many ruffians, so it's easy to solve them. She also knows that he and his bodyguards are good fighters, so it shouldn't be too difficult to solve them.

But why not come back?

Is something wrong?

Is he going to get hurt?

Lin Yi grits her teeth. Suddenly she hears a commotion from outside. She chases after her. Then she sees the bodyguards running back with Ying Hannian. Ying Hannian is all wet and comes with muziliang on her back.

Seeing that they all came back, Lin Yi felt that a huge stone had finally fallen down.

She didn't come forward, turned and ran into the house.

She cooked two bowls of ginger soup and took it to muziliang's room.

Muziliang was lying on the bed. He had been put on clean clothes. His face was as white as paper. His lips were as purple as paper. His eyes were closed tightly. There was no difference between being dead and being white.

Lin Yi frowned and said goodbye. Ying Hannian bent over to stand beside the bed. He was still in his wet clothes. He lowered his head and punctured the infusion needle into the vein on muziliang's hand. He stuck it with medical tape, and then hung the infusion bag on the bedside window to adjust the dropping speed.

"Have some ginger soup." She went over and put the ginger soup aside.

Hearing her voice, Ying Hannian looked down at her. His eyes were deep. He stared at two bowls of ginger soup and said, "he can't drink these for the time being. He has to rely on infusion to hang his life."

Lin Yi nodded, took up a bowl and handed it to him

Ying Hannian took a look at her and drank it in one breath. He raised his head, his throat kept rolling, and his collar was stained with some green duckweed, with a fishy smell.

After drinking, Ying Hannian put the bowl back, picked up another bowl, took out the spoon, threw it aside, looked up and drank it all again.

"Why do you drink so much?"

Lin Yi was shocked. A bowl of ginger soup was almost finished. She cooked it very spicy.

"Don't waste it."

She cooked it.

Should cold year low tunnel, put the empty bowl back.

Lin Yi looked at his clothes dripping upward and said, "I burned hot water. Go and wash it."

Smell speech, should cold year deeply see her one eye, jaw head, "good."

Then he went out obediently.

Lin Yi stood in the same place, looking at the two empty bowls in a daze for a long time.

Muziliang's health is no longer good, which everyone knows, but Ying Hannian still pulled his life back from the gate of hell.

Several bags of infusion into the body, in the evening, mu Ziliang woke up, his face a little better than in the daytime, he opened his eyes, eyes muddy, eyes dim.

"Awake?"

Lin Yi sat on the chair beside the bed and looked at him.