Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

Chapter 303 Save Her

At this moment, there was a "clang" sound of iron falling to the ground, the sound of the sharp wind disappeared instantly, and An Yan suddenly opened her eyes!
A flying knife shot towards An Qi, hitting the knife in her hand and sending the knife flying out!

"Who?"

An Qi's wrist shook and she fell to the ground in fright, looking back in panic.

Before An Qi could react, a tall and strong figure flashed outside the door, raised his foot and kicked her aside, and helped An Yan up on the ground.

An Yan was saved from a desperate situation. Looking at the sudden appearance of the person, her eyes almost filled with tears: "Song Jing?"

"it's me."

Song Jing endured his heartache and helped An Yan up. He took out a small flying knife from nowhere in his hand and opened the clothes tied to An Yan's hands in two or two strokes: "I'll take you away!"

"Song Jing, please leave me alone. Don't let them escape!"

An Yan endured the severe pain in her wrist and looked at An Qi and Zhai Yang who were preparing to flee not far away.

Song Jing nodded, helped An Yan up and leaned her against the corner, and then chased An Qi and Zhai Yang.

Zhai Yang had long been frightened by Song Jing's skills. He didn't care about An Qi, so he got up and ran out.

An Qi was so kicked by Song Jing that she couldn't get up at all, but she was really scared and crawled out on the ground using her hands and feet.

Dealing with these two soft-legged shrimps was not even a piece of cake for Song Jing.

Song Jing knocked Zhai Yang and An Qi unconscious in a few strokes and tied them tightly like rice dumplings.

An Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

When Song Jing returned to her, he found that her face was pale and her forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Song Jing's heart tightened and he quickly helped her up: "What's going on? Where does it hurt you?"

"Wrist..." An Yan was so painful that she couldn't speak.

When she was tied up by Zhai Yang just now, Zhai Yang almost broke her wrist.

Song Jing lowered his eyes and quickly pinched An Yan's wrist with both hands to check, his eyes filled with distress and anger.

An Yan's hand was dislocated!
Taking another look at the messy houses around him and the spider webs above his head, Song Jing didn't dare to think about how many crimes An Yan had committed in the past few days.

He thought Zhan Mochen could protect An Yan well, but he actually protected An Yan like this?
if so……

Song Jing took a deep breath, and some messy thoughts couldn't stop rising from the bottom of his heart.

He concentrated his attention and was about to pick An Yan up when he heard chaotic footsteps outside.

Song Jing turned around sharply, protecting An Yan behind him, and glanced towards the door with sharp eyes.

A group of people in police uniforms poured into the door, guns pointed at the dark room.

"The person has been caught, you can come in directly." Song Jing said calmly.

The policeman outside the door was stunned and quickly walked in.

An Yan was completely relieved after seeing clearly who was coming: "You guys came together?"

"No, I located Zhai Yang's cell phone before I found him here. I didn't know how many accomplices he had before I came here, so I called the police first."

Song Jing explained to An Yan and put his hand on An Yan's back to pick her up: "Leave the scene to them. I'll take you out to set the bones. Your wrist is dislocated."

"It turned out to be a dislocation. No wonder it hurts so much."

An Yan stood up holding Song Jing's hand, and smiled despite the pain: "It's okay, I just injured my hand, but I can still walk on my feet."

Song Jing's hands went stiff, and he quickly supported An Yan as if nothing had happened: "That's good." The two of them walked out quickly. An Yan sat in the corner, her wrists throbbing with pain, and cold sweat on her forehead was like rain. fall.

Song Jing held her slender wrist, feeling distressed again, and reminded in a low voice: "Be patient."

Before An Yan could react, Song Jing squeezed and pushed with his palm, and a burst of severe pain hit her. An Yan couldn't help but cry out in pain, and tears burst out from her eyes.

"All right."

Before An Yan could react, Song Jing had already completed the bone resetting, and An Yan's dislocated joints were reattached.

Seeing An Yanbiao's tears, Song Jing's heart softened, and her eyes became a little gentler. She couldn't help but raise her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of An Yan's eyes.

"Your hand doesn't need a cast, but it will definitely still hurt, so bear with it."

After realizing it, An Yan moved her wrist, and the severe pain in her hand disappeared, leaving only a vague pain, which was completely within the tolerable range.

An Yan burst into laughter and looked at Song Jing's hand with embarrassment.

The fingers that Song Jing swept from the end of her eyes were stained with dark stains, which should be a mixture of tears and dust on her face.

Looking at her messy and knotted hair and wrinkled and dirty clothes, An Yan could imagine her messy appearance without looking in the mirror.

An Yan was ashamed and embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I, I haven't washed my face in two days... Didn't I scare you?"

Song Jing was amused by her words, and a faint smile appeared on his usually serious handsome face: "Ordinarily, you are the one who should be scared, but you are still so brave."

Song Jing paused for a moment, with a hint of regret in his tone: "If it were another woman, she might have fainted from fright. When she saw me coming, she would have cried loudly and thrown herself into my arms."

An Yan didn't hear it, she just thought Song Jing was teasing her, and burst out laughing: "I can't help it, I'm just so unlucky, this happens every two days, I'm used to it, I can't do it if I'm not brave ah."

Song Jing couldn't help laughing when he thought of An Yan being plotted in the hotel and being kidnapped by Ye Huaishan last time.

"Be careful in the future. You'd better practice the self-defense skills I teach you when you have time. You can't even beat me like that just now..." Song Jing said with some disgust in his tone.

An Yan: ...

Someone like Zhai Yang is obviously a Lianjiazi, so it wouldn't be a shame if she can't beat him.

"Have you not exercised much since you returned to China?" Song Jing looked at her and asked suddenly.

An Yan felt a little guilty. She was so busy that she didn't remember to exercise.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll do more exercise in the future." An Yan said perfunctorily, looking up at the blue sky above her head, full of emotion, "It feels so good to see the sun again."

"Yes." Song Jing turned his head and looked at her intently. The nostalgia and longing in his eyes could no longer help flowing freely.

The breeze blew gently, ruffling An Yan's messy hair, and her delicate face seemed to lose its color against the bright sunshine.

She is so independent and strong, no matter what happens, she will choose to face it rationally.It is precisely because of her uniqueness that she is particularly memorable.

It's a pity that the time that belongs to the two of them is always so short.

"Song Jing, please take me back to the hotel first. I have been missing for two days, and the three little ones must be very anxious."

Song Jing quickly lowered his eyes, covering up the real emotions in his eyes: "Well, I'll take you back."

"Hiss!" An Yan took a breath. She exerted force and affected the injury on the other shoulder.

Song Jing's heart tightened, one hand stabilized her body, and the other hand tentatively pressed on the side of her injured shoulder: "Is it hurting here?"

Before An Yan could reply, a man's voice came coldly from outside the door: "What are you doing?"

(End of this chapter)