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Zhuo Nianfeng didn't have enough time to think, and didn't know what would happen either. He subconsciously threw Han Muyun onto the ground as the gunshots rang out at the same time.

A gunshot broke the momentary silence, and at the same time the gunshots rang out, the surrounding people all began to stir, while Zhuo Xinfeng stared blankly at Han Muyun.

They were too close to each other to see the color of the blood in the dim light.

The red liquid slowly flowed down Han Muyun's forehead. Zhuo Nianfeng saw a trace of heartache on Han Muyun's incomparably handsome face.

"You idiot!" The pain on Han Muyun's face disappeared in a flash, and he immediately hugged her tightly, "Why did you come over?"

Du Yuan had already disappeared into the darkness.

Who was it that wanted to kill his last disciple?

"Fortunately, I came over. Otherwise, I might really be dead." Ouyang Yu had already arrived beside Zhuo Xinfeng and knelt before him to examine his wounds.

He always looked calm, but his trembling fingers revealed a hint of anger and nervousness.

He really dared to do it!

He really dared to take advantage of this situation by sending a professional level assassin …

Fortunately, Du Yuan had been secretly protecting him, otherwise … He really would lose her!

The pain from Zhuo Yanfeng's body finally passed, and she barely managed to open her mouth: "I'm fine, I still need to continue competing with you …"

Zhuo Yanfeng's voice was very low, and he forcefully suppressed the pain as he whispered into Han Muyun's ear.

I knew it wouldn't be good to be with him!

Now, did he eat a gun himself?

"Can you hold on?" Right now, Ouyang Yu felt that he was truly unnecessary. To be reduced to this state by a woman of fifty was already quite tragic.

"Don't move first. Let me check your wound." Ouyang Yu continued.

"Ugh …" You don't need to look, do you? " Zhuo Yanfeng turned his head around shyly and said.

"It's all my fault, damn it!" Seeing that the wound wasn't in the vital parts of his body, Ouyang Yu was relieved. He immediately picked up Zhuo Yanfeng and started walking out of the forest.

Han Muyun was also helped to follow by other people behind him.

"Bring these people back." Ouyang Yu said.

"Ouyang," Han Muyun's cold voice rang out. Ouyang Yu paused in his steps. "I'll handle these people."

"Go to the hospital and fix your wound. We'll talk about these things later." Ouyang Yu began to walk again after he finished speaking.

"Hey, young master, can you let me go?" After a long while, Han Muyun didn't say anything. Finally, Zhuo Nianfeng cautiously asked, "You're holding me like this …" "Blood will flow even more …"

"I know." Ouyang Yu's reply this time was rather straightforward.

After bringing her out of the forest and into a brighter area, Ouyang Yu flipped her over. Before she could regain her senses, Zhuo Nianfeng was already sprawled on the ground.

"Let me help you stop the bleeding first."

"Hey, Ouyang Yu, don't touch her!" Han Muyun's body moved even faster than his voice and rushed to his side, pressing down on his hand.

"You have to stop the bleeding as well. It's best if you don't move about randomly." Ouyang Yu faintly smiled and pointed at Han Muyun's forehead. "If you hit your head, you'll really lose everything."

"Even if you hit your head, I still won't be as stupid as you." Han Muyun's voice became even colder.

Their relationship was so strange, Zhuo Nianfeng thought it was strange from the start. They were like friends, but like rivals...

"He dares to say such words, he's not afraid of being laughed at." Ouyang Yu's voice was relaxed, but there was a trace of nervousness in his eyes as he searched for injuries on Zhuo Nianfeng's body.

He had only checked his back and the other areas to confirm that they were not fatal injuries. Only then did he heave a sigh of relief.

"Ouyang Yu, sometimes I hate you even more than I hate myself."

"Is that so? Could I be even worse than you? Ha, that's not possible right? "

"Everyone... Can you let me go first? " Being argued until his head was spinning, Zhuo Xinfeng wanted to sneakily crawl away, but he was pulled back by the two of them as soon as he took two steps.

"I haven't treated your wounds yet?" This was Ouyang Yu's gentle voice.

"Hey, I told you not to touch her!" Han Muyun's voice was somewhat angry.

"Please, I only scratched my butt, just let me go!" Clenching his fists, Zhuo Yanfeng finally roared loudly, filled with energy.

The two of them finally quieted down. Zhuo Yanfeng struggled to get up, held his butt and limped forward.

Her buttocks had been through a lot!

When the gun fired, Zhuo Nianfeng had already knocked Han Muyun down, so the gun had only scratched his butt.

At first, Zhuo Yanfeng was also shocked, thinking that he had been shot. However, when he touched the wound, he realized that it was only a superficial wound.

But after being hugged by Ouyang Yu just now, her butt had been pressed down, causing her to waste so much blood.

She had been suffering from blood loss recently. If it continued to flow, she would have to eat a lot to make up for it!

"That... You've come the wrong way. The exit is over there. " Zhuo Nianfeng was walking straight ahead when he heard Ouyang Yu's underlings whispering to her.

"…" Zhuo Yanfeng wordlessly turned around and walked in the direction that Zhuo Yangfeng's eyes were aimed at.

"Left... "A bit to the left." Another subordinate reminded Zhuo Yanfeng in a low voice.

Zhuo Yanfeng turned around again in embarrassment. It was such a dark mountain road and such a large forest. She couldn't seem to find her way north …

"Plop!"

The sound of falling objects could be heard, followed by Han Muyun and Ouyang Yu's voices simultaneously saying, "Little Feng (idiot), that's the hillside …"

Zhuo Yanfeng lay listlessly on the bed, looking at the high-spirited young girl in front of him with lifeless eyes.

"Aren't those idiots' marksmanship too lacking? Was this a killer? A professional killer can aim at someone's butt? "

Liu Zihui could already walk out of the bed. Anger was written all over her face as she pointed at Zhuo Nianfeng's head and said, "Aren't you too unlucky? I already said that it would be bad if I went too close with that guy! Look at your ass! "It almost bloomed!"

"I wonder what's the use of cousin bringing so many people?" Liu Zihui continued poking Zhuo Yanfeng's head, "It's very dangerous, you almost got fried by the chrysanthemum!"

"What's a chrysanthemum explosion?" Zhuo Yanfeng looked up and blinked his eyes as he asked with an innocent expression.

"That... You don't need to know! " Liu Zihui looked like she was stuck. A few seconds later, she started to knock on her head again, "Those assassins are too abnormal. They don't look down on my head if their shooting skills are too lousy, right? He really didn't know what they were thinking in their hearts! The butt and the head are completely different! "

"Cough, it's the butt …" Zhuo Yanfeng wanted to laugh, but he didn't have the strength to do so.

That's right, if those assassins were half as strong as Du Yuan, they would have been able to kill her in an instant.

She climbed the mountain for three days, and when she arrived at the end of the night, she was sent to the hospital without even seeing the teacher.

Zhuo Yanfeng was dead tired. Just as she finished treating her wounds and was about to go to sleep, the door was slammed open by Liu Zihui. She had been lecturing here for half an hour and still did not feel tired at all.

"The butt!" I want to see how you're going to compete in the next match! "If it's a competition for jumping horses or something like that, I want to see what you do?" Liu Zihui pulled her seaweed like hair crazily and mumbled nervously, "Cousin, what the hell! Why did you fail to protect you with so many people!?" Han Muyun is even more despicable, he actually wants your protection! "

"Shut up." A cold voice came from the door, immediately freezing Liu Zihui.

Han Muyun's forehead and arms were wrapped in gauze as he leaned against the door and looked at her coldly.

"Brat, what are you playing at?" After being stunned for a while, Liu Zihui raised her eyebrows and said coldly, "What are you doing as a man? You want a woman to be injured for you …"

"You shut up." In front of outsiders, Han Muyun was as cold as the first time Zhuo Nianfeng came to the competition. It was so cold that no one could get close to him.

"Damn, you still dare to roar at me? I have endured you for a long time! " Liu Zihui suddenly took the cup of water beside the bed and limped in front of him, smashing it onto Han Muyun's head without hesitation.

She had been enduring for a long time.

After two years, seeing this smelly face would bring back memories from the past.

Liu Zihui looked like she didn't care about anything, but... This man had hurt her heart.

He was the only man who hurt her feelings.

Liu Zihui felt that... Don't do anything... She would collapse in front of this man.

She didn't want others to see her weakness, so …

There had to be something to hide...

To hide the hurt in his heart.

Zhuo Yangfeng didn't have time to shout before the cup shattered on Han Muyun's head, blood seeping out of the gauze and flowing down his forehead.

"Is that enough?" Han Muyun didn't avoid her, but continued to look at her with an expressionless face as he coldly asked.

He knew that Liu Zihui hated him, so he didn't want Xiao Feng to get too close to her.

Liu Zihui trembled slightly as he watched the fresh blood wriggling down from Han Moyun's forehead and sliding across his handsome face.

She was surprised that Han Muyun didn't dodge.

Could it be that this guy … Would he feel guilt for himself?

"I want to speak to her alone." Han Muyun turned his body and said with an ice-cold tone.

Liu Zihui turned to look at Zhuo Xinfeng and finally gritted her teeth. "If you dare to bully her, you won't take advantage of her with a cup of water."

After she finished speaking, she walked out of the room and fiercely shut the door.

Han Muyun looked at Zhuo Yanfeng who was lying on the bed. His lips moved for a while before he asked softly, "Does it still hurt?"

Zhuo Yanfeng let out a long sigh as he looked at the youth whose face was half covered with blood. Could it be that he himself felt no pain?

Liu Zihui was merciless.

Zhuo Nianfeng laid on the bed while Han Muyun sat under the bed. She carefully helped him rebandage his wound.

"Does it hurt?" This time, Zhuo Yanfeng asked him, "So silly, you don't know how to hide. Don't you know her temper? Just like you, you can do whatever you want … "

"He owes her, anyway." Han Muyun was very obedient and sat on the ground. The motionless Ren Zhuo said in a low voice while wrapped in gauze.

It was as if back in the old days, she was always treating his wounds with such care and gentleness.

"How rare." Zhuo Yanfeng's lips held a trace of a smile. This guy actually knew he owed him.