Chapter 13 Guns? ! ! !

Ye Zhixia glanced at the person on the sofa, walked over carefully and put the medicine box on the coffee table.

After doing this, she immediately took two steps back, keeping a relatively safe distance from him.

The man glanced at her coldly, put the pistol on the tea table and took off his suit jacket.

Only then did Ye Zhixia see clearly that the smoky gray shirt he was wearing had already been stained with dark red blood.

The soaked shirt is already attached to the wound!
He unbuttoned a few buttons, took out scissors from the medicine box, cut open the shirt on his left arm, and peeled off the shirt from the wound with little force.

His lips were getting paler, and cold sweat was dripping from his forehead.

Closing his eyes and taking a breath, the knife in his hand accurately and neatly scratched the muscles next to the wound.

With a muffled grunt, he raised the knife in his hand, and the bullets shot out, followed by blood gushing out!

But because he pressed correctly, he didn't spit out a lot of blood.

From the beginning to the completion of all these things, he didn't even frown, as if doing these things didn't happen to him.

This man's endurance and cruelty to himself are really outrageous!

Yin Mochen threw the bullet he took out aside, turned his head and said coldly to the dumbfounded girl beside him, "Gauze."

"Ah,? Oh!" Ye Zhixia was stunned for a few seconds before he realized it. He quickly folded the gauze and handed it over. Seeing him wrapping the wound layer by layer, he asked in a low voice, "Hey, is your wound okay? ?”

"I can't die." He looked down at the blood stains all over his body, stood up and walked towards her bathroom.

"Eh?" Ye Zhixia didn't know what he wanted to do, looked at his unsteady back, and shouted, "What are you doing?"

"It's so dirty, wash it." The blood on his body made him extremely uncomfortable, and he had to change the dirty clothes immediately.

"But, your wound..."

With a bang, the bathroom door was slammed shut.

Ye Zhixia stared at the closed wooden door, and finished the next few words, "...don't get wet."

She shrugged and walked back to the main house. When she saw a black and white photo hanging in the corner of the wall, she remembered that she hadn't incensed her dad when she came back today!
Walking to the old wooden cabinet, she lit three incense sticks and respectfully bowed three times to the handsome smiling man in the photo.

"Father Ye, although my mother's leg injury is not too serious, I'm afraid she will have to stay in the hospital for a while before she can go home! But don't worry, I will take good care of her for you. I have three months to go. It's time for the college entrance examination, don't worry, I will do better in the exam and bring glory to our old Ye family!"

Putting the incense in the incense burner, Ye Zhixia went back to the sofa and cleaned up the pile of bloody gauze left by the masked man.

She put away the hemostatic medicine and scissors, and was about to put away the medicine box on the coffee table, but her eyes accidentally touched the pistol next to the medicine box.

The body of the gun had a cold metallic luster under the dim light. She had seen this type of gun in a magazine. It was an original German pistol, and the shooting mode was very accurate and fast.

After staring at the gun for a long time, she quietly raised her head to look in the direction of the bathroom, only the sound of 'squeaking' water could be heard inside.

So she turned her gaze back to the pistol.

In addition to the sound of water, she also heard her own heart beating like a drum.

Taking a deep breath, she seemed to have made up her mind, and finally slowly stretched her hand towards the gun.

(End of this chapter)

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