2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Yan Muyun was startled, and his hands were raised in the air helplessly. For a moment, he could neither hug nor push.

However, he quickly calmed down because he felt the girl's slender body in his arms trembling slightly, as if she was afraid of something.

Zhang Zitong leaned close to his ear and whispered inaudibly, with the slightest trembling:

"There are only three throw pillows on my sofa."

Almost at the same time, a black figure suddenly jumped out from behind, grabbed the sharp knife on the coffee table, and stabbed the girl's neck fiercely.

Because the incident happened so suddenly, and Yan Muyun's attention was focused on the girl in his arms, he was stunned for just a moment, and it was too late to use his powers.

Completely subconsciously, his left hand raised in mid-air grabbed the tip of the knife without hesitation.

"Pfft."

The sharp blade pierced through the palm of his hand with almost no obstruction, and the steel and bones made a short, tooth-aching friction sound.

The opponent's strength was surprisingly strong. After the sharp blade in his hand pierced Yan Muyun's palm, he was still pressing down quite quickly. In an instant, a small section of the blood-stained blade tip had penetrated into the back of the girl's neck. .

Seeing that he was about to succeed, however, at this moment, silver-white light flashed in front of his eyes, and Xia Houhao felt an irresistible force rushing towards his face, and his body was almost instantly ejected.

When he got up from the floor, he suddenly found that there was a translucent silver barrier between himself and the two people.

"Damn it!" Xia Houhao roared unwillingly, the expression on his pale face twisted.

At this time, there was a sound from the entrance door. Apparently Zhang Xixue, who was in the corridor outside, heard the sound and hurried back.

Xia Houhao took a deep look at Yan Muyun, but found that the other party was also looking directly at him, with no fear in his eyes, only anger that was about to overflow.

"You guys are very lucky, really lucky."

Squeezing out a word through his teeth, he turned around and opened the balcony door. He jumped over the railing without hesitation, and his figure instantly dropped and disappeared.

You know, this is the 86th floor.

Yan Muyun did not dare to let down his guard, and still defended Baiyin to prevent the opponent from suddenly appearing again for a sneak attack.

He didn't know if it was because there was some blood splattered in his eyes, but he always felt that the silver-white barrier in front of him seemed to be stained with a deep blood color.

There seemed to be an unknown something surging and struggling within his body, as if it wanted to break through the cage and rush out from the bloody barrier.

However, this feeling was a bit weak, so weak that Yan Muyun couldn't tell whether it was an illusion.

The entrance door was opened, and Zhang Xixue rushed in holding a Taser gun, just in time to see Xia Houhao's figure disappear from the balcony.

She did not hesitate, raised her hand and said to her watch: "The suspect was still at the scene just now, but now he has jumped off the building. All police officers, please rush to the south side of Building A immediately."

After the report, she noticed the two people hugging each other on the sofa.

Yan Muyun still kept his hands raised in the air, and the silver guard in front of him had disappeared. There was a sharp knife pierced through the palm of his left hand. The red-stained blade pierced the back of his hand, and blood kept flowing down.

Zhang Zitong, who was lying on top of him, had his head lowered. His neck and shoulders were also bright red. It was unclear whether he was injured or whether Yan Muyun's blood had dripped on them.

"Are you okay?" Seeing such a scene, Zhang Xixue quickly put away her gun and ran over, trying to find something to help stop the bleeding.

Yan Muyun was surprisingly calm at this time, and his voice was low and steady: "Don't worry about me for now, I'm fine. She was stabbed in the neck, please check her condition first."

Zhang Xixue was stunned by his words, and then she noticed Zhang Zitong's strangeness, and hurriedly checked her wound. After a while, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The wound was not deep, and because of the obstruction, it did not hit the vital point. Zhang Zitong was just too frightened at this time and fainted, but his vital signs were not serious.

"Is she okay?" Yan Muyun asked.

"She's fine, but you..." Zhang Xixue checked the knife stuck in his palm, her slender eyebrows furrowed tightly.

"Me?" Yan Muyun turned his palms left and right twice, his expression was calm, but Yun Danfeng smiled softly:

"A small scene, harmless."

Zhang Xixue was silent for a while, and finally said: "No matter what, let me call an ambulance for you first."

...

In the ambulance, someone closed his eyes and turned his head to one side, his expression looking very painful.

"Hisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!"

"Okay, young man, pull it out."

The medical staff wearing masks put the blood-stained sharp knife into the tray, and then applied a hemostatic bandage while whispering to themselves: "It's been a long time since I've seen such a tough young man, he dared to take the knife with his bare hands. "

Yan Muyun, who was sweating profusely in pain, grinned and refused to admit defeat: "Young man, you called me young. I am 52 years old this year."

Medical staff: "?"

"Pfft..." A chuckle came from the side. Zhang Xixue quickly covered her mouth and looked at Yan Muyun helplessly.

The latter blinked and looked away.

Zhang Zitong was lying on the stretcher bed, with some doubts in his eyes, and whispered: "Brother Yan, are you really 52 years old?"

At this time, her wound has been treated, and gauze is wrapped around the back of her neck, but this is emergency treatment after all, and she will have to go to the hospital for stitches later.

Yan Muyun touched his nose and endured the pain and said: "Physically speaking, I am 52 years old... Hey, my mental age is still 22 years old. No, no, strictly speaking, I am also 22 years old in a physical sense... ..”

Zhang Zitong couldn't understand what he was talking about. His two clear eyes just stared at him, and he was in a trance for a moment.

Not long after, she blinked guiltily and glanced away, but she happened to meet Zhang Xixue, and her originally pale face was suddenly stained with a hint of crimson.

"He shouldn't be sister Xixue's boyfriend, right?"

Zhang Zitong thought this in his heart, and suddenly felt disgusted with himself for having such an easy crush on the man he met for the first time.

But thinking about it from another angle, everything he should see and shouldn't have been seen. The two of them also hugged each other, and the other party even helped him block the knife. I have a slight fondness for him, but it doesn't seem to be too much.

And this may not necessarily be the emotion between men and women, it may just be the "suspension bridge effect", it may be that the other party gives you a sense of security that you have not seen for a long time, or it may be that you have been alone for too long.

"Besides, he is already 52, older than my dad...Dad..."

Thinking of his father, Zhang Zitong's eyes couldn't help but turn red again.

While the girl was thinking wildly, Yan Muyun didn't notice anything strange. At this time, all his thoughts were focused on his left hand.

When he was upstairs before, he didn't feel much pain, probably because of the adrenaline.

However, he had already pretended, and the price came extremely violently. At this time, the severe pain in his palm forced him to grit his teeth.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the medical staff to give him some anesthetic. The unbearable pain finally dissipated a lot, and he finally regained his expression management function.