beauty hunter

Chapter 459 Borrowing a knife to kill someone (1 more)

Chapter 459

"Oh!" Yeiya exclaimed, and quickly withdrew her hand.

Wen Yan said with a half-smile, "Does it hurt?"

Ye Ya looked at her fingers, and felt a tingling pain continuously coming from the fingertips. Although it was slight, it was still painful: "Huh? What's going on?"

Wen Yan said slowly: "I damaged the small pulse of your fingertips, but don't worry, the degree is very slight. At the latest tomorrow morning, your damaged pulse will be automatically repaired by the body, and the pain will disappear. But after the repair Before, you would have been 'enjoying' the pain."

Ye Ya lost her voice: "You want to make me suffer all night?!"

Wen Yan got up and said, "Curiosity always has a price. Feel the pain, and then imagine what it would be like to make the pain ten thousand times worse. That is Mishka's current physical condition."

Yeiya shivered involuntarily.

Ten thousand times? !

Oh my God, wouldn't that hurt people to death!

......

Before seven o'clock the next morning, Ye Yiya knocked on Wen Yan's door loudly: "Open the door! Wake up!"

Squeak!

Wen Yan opened the door and came out, dissatisfied: "Aren't you letting people sleep?"

Ye Ya was startled, looked at his naked upper body, and said in shock: "Your skin is so good!"

Wen Yan looked at her with black lines on his face: "You woke me up so early in the morning, and you just want to admire my skin?"

Ye Ya came back to her senses, and stretched out her index finger in front of him: "It really disappeared!"

Wen Yan patted himself on the forehead, ### let out a sound.

Does she need to say that?

"Your skin is really good, how do you take care of it?" Ye Ya couldn't help but asked curiously.

"Want to learn?" Wen Yan put down his hands and squinted at her.

"En!" Yeiya nodded desperately.

"No." Wen Yan turned around and wanted to close the door and enter the room.

Just then, the doorbell rang suddenly.

Wen Yan sensed something in his ears, and turned to look at the door.

Ye Ya said in amazement: "Who came so early?" and walked towards the door.

After opening the door, I saw an exotic beauty standing outside the door, asking anxiously, "Wen Yan lives here, right?" It was indeed Aniya.

Ye Ya looked at the stretcher behind her and the two strong foreign men carrying the stretcher, subconsciously said: "What is that?"

Anya said anxiously: "Mishka can't hold it anymore, call Wen Yan!"

Ye Yiya thought of what Wen Yan said to this beautiful woman last night, so she couldn't help turning her head to look, only to see Wen Yan had already put on a t-shirt and walked out, and hurriedly stepped aside.

"Forget what I said, right?" Wen Yan walked outside the door and said coldly.

"But he's dying, take a look at him!" Anya grabbed Wen Yan, trying to drag him to the stretcher.

Wen Yan shook his hands lightly, broke free from her grasp, and said flatly, "Since I said nine o'clock, he will definitely not die before that. Wait!" Turning around, he wanted to go back into the room.

Anya said anxiously: "But he's out of breath!"

Wen Yan stopped immediately and looked at her sideways: "Not angry?"

Anya said eagerly: "I originally wanted to strictly abide by your regulations. I came here last night after I found out your address. I waited here until just now, and planned to come to you at nine o'clock. But just 2 minutes ago, Mishka He...he suddenly stopped convulsing, and he couldn't even breathe!"

A flash of light flashed in Wen Yan's eyes, he turned around and walked to the side of the stretcher, and gently lifted the quilt that almost covered his entire face, only to see Mishka on the stretcher with a pale face, his eyes closed, and when he stretched out his hand to probe his nose , It was no breathing at all.

Wen Yan frowned slightly.

Strange, he has always been precise in his actions, and it is impossible to make mistakes. How could this guy die early?

After pressing his fingers to the side of Mishka's neck, Wen Yan said decisively: "Bring him in!" Turning around and striding back.

Anya hurriedly ordered people to carry the stretcher in, and after putting Mishka on Wen Yan's bed according to Wen Yan's instructions, the beauty couldn't help but said, "Is he still alive?"

Wen Yan said indifferently: "He's still alive, but if he doesn't save him, he will die. Stand away." He leaned over and unbuttoned Mishka's clothes, revealing the guy's chest with a layer of golden chest hair. Press it, and immediately begin to massage rhythmically.

Anya and the others stepped back two steps away, watching his movements worriedly.

Instead, Ye Ya was blocked out of the room. Seeing from behind that the two people carrying the stretcher stretched their hands behind their waists quietly and drew out two guns, they were shocked and held their breath.

Idiots can also see that as long as Wen Yan can't save people, these two guys will definitely attack Wen Yan!

Time passed little by little.

The scope of Wen Yan's massage gradually extended from the heart to the lower abdomen, and then he pressed back the same way.After going back and forth three times, Mishka suddenly convulsed, as if he had just breathed a sigh of relief, and made a harsh sound of gasping from his mouth.

Anya said in surprise, "Mishka! You're awake!"

Wen Yan shouted decisively: "Don't come here!" She pulled her hand and slapped Mishka on the face with a "slap".

This slap was powerful, Mishka suddenly turned his head, and a palm print appeared on his white face.

The two strong men who brought Mishka in were furious at the same time, pointing their guns at Wen Yan, and one of them shouted in awkward Chinese: "You dare to hit Mishka, you want to die!"

clap clap clap...

Wen Yan slapped out a series of slaps as if he didn't hear their threats, and slapped Mishka's head left and right, with blood flowing from his mouth.

The two strong men were Mishka's bodyguards, and they were so angry that they wanted to rush over.

Aniya was much calmer than them, and hurriedly raised her hand to stop her: "Don't be impulsive! Look carefully!"

A strong man shouted: "Look what, this man is obviously beating Mishka!"

Aniya said angrily: "Is he mentally ill? Now that he is saving people, he still has the mind to beat people? There must be a purpose!"

The two strong men were all taken aback.

What's the point of hitting someone?

In the blink of an eye, the seventeen or eight slaps were over, Wen Yan finally stopped, and pressed his hands to Mishka's chest again, with a deep sigh, and pressed hard.

"flutter!"

Mishka spat out a mouthful of blood, and when the blood fog drifted away, he began to gasp violently.

Wen Yan breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and walked towards the door: "Get out of the way!"

The person at the door stepped aside involuntarily.

Anya didn't speak warmly. Although she saw that Mishka was awake, she didn't dare to go forward. She couldn't help but followed Wen Yan out of the room: "What's going on? Why did you hit him?"

Wen Yan walked into the bathroom, turned on the tap on the sink to wash his hands, and said coldly without looking at Ania: "What did you feed him yesterday?"

Anya said blankly, "Feed him? No. He's in such pain that he can't even eat."

Wen Yan washed the blood off his hands, wiped off the water droplets, and then turned to look at her: "That means someone poisoned him."

Anya was startled: "Poison?!"

Wen Yan walked out of the bathroom: "He stopped breathing, not because I touched him, but because the toxin paralyzed his body, weakened his body function, and eventually stopped functioning. Fortunately, you lifted him up quickly, I can't help it if I'm 2 minutes late."

During the conversation, the two had returned to the bedroom, and Anya was surprised: "You mean, someone wants to poison him?"

Wen Yan said with a sneer: "Not only to kill him, but also to create the illusion that he was tricked by me. Hmph! If the person who poisoned me is targeting me, then he will regret everything he has done!"

When he detected the abnormality in Mishka's pulse, he realized that it was caused by the poison in this guy's body. Just now he forcibly strengthened the guy's heart and other organs with the internal energy of nourishing energy. The pulse qi of the organ prevents it from continuing to weaken and fall into a dead end.But even so, the poison was still hurting Mishka's breathing function, so he beat him hard, stimulating the rebound of pulse qi in his nose and mouth, temporarily saving his life.

Seeing that Mishka on the bed woke up, but his eyes were not opened, and he just recovered his breathing, Anya couldn't help asking, "Is he better now?"

Wen Yan snorted coldly: "The toxin still hasn't been removed, let him stay here for an hour, and I'll deal with it later."

Seeing that he had given his orders with restraint, Anya felt at ease, and then asked, "Then why did you beat him just now?"

Wen Yan wondered to himself, do I want to tell you that I deliberately used this rough method to teach this guy how domineering?On the surface, he said: "You don't understand the special treatment method if you talk too much."

Aniya let out an "oh", looked him up and down several times, and suddenly said, "What on earth do you do? Why do you look so weird? With such great strength, you can also heal diseases, and it's like witchcraft s things."

Wen Yan turned his eyes and saw her proud breasts, his mood improved, and he smiled dumbly: "If you want to know the answers to these questions, you can talk about them someday when you are willing to spend a good time with me. Now, let these two The guy who doesn't know what to do is move his hands and feet." His eyes swept to the two tall and strong men of E country who were still holding guns.

Anya asked in astonishment, "What kind of hands and feet?"

Wen Yan pointed to the blood stains on the ground: "I made this to save that guy, tell them to clean up all the dirty places for me!"

......

An hour later, Wen Yan re-checked Mishka's pulse condition, heaved a sigh of relief, and said, "It seems that he can't die for the time being." It will quickly weaken Mishka's body functions again, so he deliberately waited for an hour to test the effect of the toxin. Now it seems that the poison is stronger in the early stage and has insufficient stamina. There was no way to re-debilitate Mishka to the point of death, enough to do other things.

Anya asked, "What should we do now?"

Wen Yan said indifferently: "Two steps, first, send him to the hospital for a physical examination to see what kind of poison he has; second, let the hospital detoxify him."

Anya was stunned and said, "Aren't you going with me?"

Wen Yanyan said: "I'm too busy with my own affairs, why bother to go to the hospital?"

Anya had no choice but to ask two bodyguards to put Mishka back on the stretcher and carry her out of the apartment.

She was about to leave when Wen Yan called her back and said, "Think carefully and see if there was a time when you didn't pay attention to take care of him and someone took the opportunity to poison him. If you find out who did it Poison, tell me."

Anya agreed, but couldn't help but said, "What are you telling me?"

Murderous intent flashed in Wen Yan's eyes: "Of course I want to repay him."

If the other party poisoned him at another time, he would definitely welcome him with his hands up. For a person like Mishka, he would not feel bad if he died a hundred times.But the problem is, that guy didn’t poison Mishka sooner or later, but he poisoned Mishka just when he was making a move on Mishka. Harm him, this tone, if Wen Yan endured it, it would be amazing!