Unbeatable Evil King

Ye Wuwu is Ye Wuqi. What is he going to do? Is he trying to save me? Do you want to save me?

Jiang Jingbai asked himself, as if something had been touched. A warm current rose from his heart and instantly flowed all over his body. It was moving.

Her eyes shed tears, but this time not sad tears, but moved tears.

This man, who just didn't know one day's friend, would sacrifice his life to save himself. Did I not dream?

Jiang Jingbai only felt that he was held in his arms by a pair of powerful arms, which were so powerful, reassuring and seemed to be able to support everything.

His chest and arms are so warm, as if a shelter from the wind and rain, can block all the wind and rain. Being held by him like this, Jiang Jingbai is suddenly not afraid, even in the face of the threat of death.

No, death, ye Wuque, run away. Are you a fool? Why save me?

Jiang Jingbai suddenly wants to struggle, wants to push away Ye Wuqian. She doesn't want to have anyone injured or killed. But time was too late, and he couldn't push it away.

"Boom!"

The desk of more than 100 Jin was smashed down heavily, hitting on Ye Wuqi's back, making a violent crash sound, and the groaning sound that the desk split into pieces under the action of huge kinetic energy.

Smoke and dust scattered, desk debris splashed open, splashed all over the floor with wood debris.

Ye Wu is not short of a stuffy hum, his chest Qi and blood rolling endlessly, a mouth against the blood snatched out of the mouth.

"Ah, someone has been hit. Call an ambulance quickly. It's going to kill you."

"No, the desk fell down and hit people. Please come and help

"Help people, hurry up, who are the students of medical school? Save people

A stone arouses thousands of waves. At this time, many people come and go. Many people cry out and panic. There are also enthusiastic students quickly ran over, ready to carry the injured to the school medical room.

Some people took out their mobile phones and called 120 ambulances. More people surrounded them. In short, the scene was very chaotic.

"Jingbai, Jingbai, how are you?"

The goddess, who was pushed away by Jiang Jingbai before, turned pale and tearful, and felt guilty and sad, like a knife. Just now, if Jiang Jingbai hadn't pushed her away, she would have been hit by her desk. Jiang Jingbai saved her life, but he

The girl did not dare to imagine that the dust in front of her did not disperse. She did not even dare to accept the fact that she did not want to bear a lifetime of guilt. But she also hoped that the dust would be cleared away as soon as possible. She hoped that her legs would be more competitive at the moment, that Jiang Jingbai was still alive, and that she could save Jiang Jingbai.

"Ah?"

The dust cleared a little, and the girl finally saw something clearly, but she was shocked.

She didn't find what she imagined Jiang Jingbai was hit by the desk. She was very relieved, and a hanging heart fell into her stomach.

In the field, Jiang Jingbai and ye Wuque embrace each other tightly. It should not be said that ye Wuqian protects Jiang Jingbai under his body and protects him tightly. No part of his body is exposed.

At this time, there is a trace of red blood on the corner of his mouth. The blood on his forehead is stained with dust, and his face is covered with it. It looks like a bit frightening. His black T-shirt was covered with dust and looked like a mess.

But he still bent down, like a sculpture, calm and powerful, as if able to carry a mountain.

"There is no lack of leaves. How about you? You fool, big fool, why save me? Why save me? What should I do if you die? " Jiang Jing tears rolling white hot, she broke open and merciless arms, holding ye Wumian's face, heartache is about to die.

At this moment, her heart is very afraid, afraid that ye Wuqian has something to do, then she will be worried and guilty for a lifetime.

The sticky blood dyed Jiang Jingbai's palm red. The blood was still warm, sending out a faint smell of blood. Jiang Jingbai's brain was blank, and he didn't dare to think of anything. He cried bitterly.

"Cough..." Ye Wumian coughed twice, opened his mouth, raised his eyelids lazily, and said with a smile: "cough, I'm not dead, you don't have to cry like a dead man, OK? Bad luck!

And where is this desk? How many years has it not been cleaned? The dust is so big that if it is not crushed to death, it will be choked to death. "

"Ah? Do you have time to joke when you're a jerk? Boo hoo, you are so stupid. What should I do if you die? Fool, fool, I hate that you think you are right... "

Jiang Jingbai doesn't know whether to be happy or sad, crying with light make-up, beating ye Wuwu's chest with his small hand, which makes people sad.

"Cough, can you lighten up? I'm not killed by the table. I'm going to be killed by you. " Ye Wuqi bared his teeth and coughed up some bloody threads.

A desk of more than 100 Jin has great momentum. If his body was not stronger than that of ordinary people, he would not have died.But he is a martial arts man, his muscles and bones are tough, just like elephant skin. Now he looks miserable, but in fact, it's no big problem. It's just that Qi and blood flow in his body, and it takes time to calm down.

Even, the blood on the corner of his mouth and the wound on his head were deliberately made out of his protective force.

Otherwise, being hit by such a desk has not a trace of injury, it is simply not normal people, in full view of the public, can be shocking.

Ye Wuwei doesn't want to be so conspicuous.

"Good job, brother."

"Man, good boy. It's our model to save our life for our girlfriend."

"Good boy, heroes save beauty, together, together!"

When people around him saw that they had nothing to do with them, and ye Wuqian was able to make fun of them. They were awed and applauded spontaneously. Countless people admired what ye Wuque had done. He was just a hero.

There are even people who want to make the two together.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Are you ok?" Jiang Jingbai red face, by the people around the coax made in the heart has a strange feeling, she looked at the leaves without missing, full of worry.

Ye Wuxiang's heart is not good, surrounded by so many people, it is beyond his expectation. Don't you save a beautiful hero? So excited, so excited?

Ye Wuque smiles bitterly. It seems that we must do something. Otherwise, we don't know if we can spread it to each other and whether we can pass ourselves on to Superman.

In that case, he estimated that he would be watched as a giant panda everywhere. In that case, how could he act?

Thinking of this, ye Wuqi pressed his blood, and his face turned pale. He pretended to be in pain. He coughed heavily and coughed a mouthful of blood. He said miserably, "I'm sorry, I have something to do..."

With that, he rolled his eyes, let go of Jiang Jingbai's small hand, and fell straight backward.

"No one came up to help me? My head is going to hit the ground. Ah, forget it. I'll smash it. Don't bump into a concussion. "

Ye Wuxiang muttered in his heart that he pretended to cough up blood and faint. Otherwise, he would make a stir if he was alive. This is not what he wanted.