How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

   Chapter 190 Walking into the morning fog and falling into the twilight clouds (27)

  [System: If you don't go there, people won't be able to hold on. ]

   Wen Xien watched almost the same, then took out his mobile phone and called Yaoyao Zero, told the police the detailed address and hung up.

   Wen Xien hid in the corner of the alley, with no intention of stopping him.

   Feng Yansheng was attacked and stabbed in the back. He took a few steps back, obviously starting to lose his strength.

   There are already several serious injuries on his body, and his physical strength has begun to slowly lose.

   The one who was kicked and rolled to the wall was Feng Yansheng. He was kicked and vomited out a mouthful of blood. Now this person's blow made him feel dizzy.

   His appearance was so miserable that he could no longer stand up.

  Feng Yansheng's eyes were blocked by the covered hair, and his lips were covered in blood, which looked very scary.

   "I fell here today, and you don't want to live tomorrow!"

   Feng Yansheng is too fierce, his ferocity is not forced out, no matter how pure he looks on the surface, as long as this layer of skin is peeled off, inside is a monster full of sharp blades.

  The group of them pushed him to the extreme, so that he could show such a fierce appearance.

   As long as Feng Yansheng gains momentum, they will have to be pulled out by him.

   But now, he Feng Yansheng is weak, saying such words will only make it worse.

   "Damn, this stinky brat is so untidy!"

   "You're going to die before me, you stinky brat!"

   They beat and kicked around Feng Yansheng, and they started mercilessly. Feng Yansheng held his head in his hands, a trace of violence flashed in his dark eyes, and his thin lips were tightly pressed into a line.

   Feng Yansheng has never been so embarrassed since he was a child, and all kinds of extreme negative emotions have been extinguished.

   He closed his eyes, his handsome face almost distorted, of course it wasn't pain, but the pride in his heart was at work.

   All kinds of emotions surround him, making Feng Yansheng's whole head about to explode, and his sensitive nerves stimulate him.

   But at this time…

   "Stop."

  's clean and clear voice sounded like a pearl falling from an ice spring, and it rescued him from the scorching sun in an instant.

Feng Yansheng slowly opened his eyes, and the person beside him stopped moving. He propped up his upper body with one arm, turned his head to look at it, and the stray light and shadow and the chaotic smoke dissipated, the person was a little worried. Jun Ye's eyes were clear.

   is a familiar and unfamiliar person.

   Wen Xien said calmly, "I called the police."

   As soon as the voice fell, the sound of a police car rang outside.

  They panicked, they packed up and ran away cursing.

  Feng Yansheng stared at Wen Xien tightly, blood flowed from his forehead on his eyelashes, and he slipped from the corner of his eye in a blink of an eye, like tears of blood.

   Wen Xien walked in front of him, and the broken glass and blood stained on the ground by the clean white shoes also seemed to be stained.

   "You are really kind." Feng Yansheng's lips were split open, and he was mocking.

   But in fact, no one knows better than him how complicated his mood is at the moment.

  Wen Xien looked at him with lowered eyes, squatted down and helped him up.

   Feng Yansheng's back was straight and straight, and he still maintained his final face, only Wen Xien, who was holding him, knew that he was shaking.

   His whole body was trembling in pain, and he tried his best to hide his weakness.

   "Don't hold on." Wen Xien said lightly.

   Just this sound seemed to disturb Feng Yansheng, and he hurriedly let go of Wen Xien's hand.

   But he couldn't walk anymore, he just took one step forward and the whole person was about to fall down.

   Wen Xien supported him from behind.

   Feng Yansheng's whole body was still shaking, he was in severe pain, he just held on so hard, others couldn't see it, but Wen Xien could see it.

   Feng Yansheng held her hand and was shaking all the time. It was so painful that he couldn't control it at all.

He has been holding on, everyone is afraid of pain, and he is not an iron body. It was only because of his anger and madness that he did not fall down. Now that he is safe, he only feels that the pain will force him to collapse. .

   He is also a pampered and pampered prince, and he has never suffered like this.

   was supported by Wen Xien and kept his head down, not wanting Wen Xien to see his face.

  Wen Xien knew that he was crying. When the pain was terrifying, the tears could not be controlled at all.

   Feng Yansheng's ruthlessness was forced out, and people like him can't be provoked. Don't be afraid of anything, if you mess with it, you will go crazy.

   "I'll take you to the hospital." Wen Xien's voice was lukewarm.

Feng Yansheng took a film, and the wound on his chest was fixed with a **** his chest. He was lying on the hospital bed, and the wound on his face was also treated. There were very few wounds on his face. Except for the swollen eyes, his face was still pretty. get over. He looked at Wen Xien who was standing beside the hospital bed.

The clothes on Feng Yansheng's body are not his own. He didn't bring any money, and he didn't have much money in his hands. The card was frozen by the cruel old Feng. Wen Xien brought him to the hospital, and Wen Xien paid for the medical expenses in advance. .

   He realized that he was very awake at this time. Wen Xien paid him more than a thousand, not much, but it made Feng Yansheng feel very uncomfortable.

   This is the first time he owes someone else.

Wen Xien paid him the money, watched him take a film, put on his chest and brought a dead dog to the hospital bed, even when Feng Yansheng himself felt that his appearance was really unsightly, Wen Xien did not Walk.

   Feng Yansheng is still conscious. He used to lie on the hospital bed like this. When he had to lie on the hospital bed for a long time, his parents hurriedly appeared by the door. It made him feel as if he really only got attention when he was dying.

   "Let's go." Feng Yansheng said, "I'm fine."

   Wen Xien really went outside after hearing his words. Sending Feng Yansheng to the hospital was the best step for Feng Yansheng, at least he didn't leave him on the street and let him fend for himself.

  Feng Yansheng watched her go out, his hands clenching tightly on the quilt.

   His eyes were sore.

   duplicity.

  No one wants to stay in this empty ward alone and wait for the pain to subside. No matter how much he hates being seen in his embarrassed appearance, he desperately longs for comfort.

   Wen Xien should have left just like that, but as soon as she stepped out of the ward, she heard the sound of weeping inside.

   Feng Yansheng, who didn't say a word when surrounded by so many people, couldn't hold back at this moment.

   In the end, he is only a 17-year-old boy. No matter how crazy he is, he is still so wild. It is not an exaggeration to say that his current life and previous life have fallen from heaven to hell.

   Wen Xien paused, turned his head and glanced at Feng Yansheng on the hospital bed, then backed back, gently tugged his hand on the doorknob, and closed the door.

  Wen Xien should ignore him, she stood quietly beside the hospital bed, looking down at Feng Yansheng on the bed.

  Feng Yansheng's eyes hurt terribly, his eyes were swollen, and when tears slipped from the corners of the broken eyes, it was a burning pain, but he couldn't hold back the tears.

Feng Yansheng cried very sadly and was very wronged. What he was sad about was the pain all over his body, and what he was wronged was what he suffered. He never thought about problems for others from the perspective of others, but he treated others rashly. absolute sincerity. Such people are the worst and the dumbest.

No one has taught him what to do since he was a child. A person's correct view of right and wrong is shaped by the people around him in various ways, but he was born in such a family, and his parents have no time to pay attention to it. On him, the playmates around him are all incompetent and only know how to flatter him. It is difficult for him not to be spoiled.

   No matter how crazy he is usually, but he is also a sixteen-year-old child. He will hurt when he is injured, and he will cry when it hurts.

   There is no one to accompany him at this time, and he will be aggrieved to death.

   "Is there anything to cry about?"

   Feng Yansheng's eyes widened all of a sudden, he looked at Wen Xien who was standing beside the bed, and was speechless.

   He thought this person was gone, and he was the only one here.

   Wen Xien didn't bend down to help him wipe his tears, and didn't turn around to leave, she just stood by the bed, the attitude of a bystander.

   Feng Yansheng didn't say anything for a long time, Wen Xien's eyes showed no pity or any pity, only plain indifference.

   This made him feel a little better, but it was a lot more uncomfortable, "You go out!"

   He didn't want to be seen in his pitiful appearance.

   Feng Yansheng's hand was already bandaged, and the intact hand grabbed the things on the table and smashed Wen Xien.

   "You go out!" His voice was shrill and a little broken.

   There was a cup with water on the head of the bed, Feng Yansheng grabbed the cup with one hand and was about to smash it on Wen Xien.

   (end of this chapter)