i'm the villain

Chapter 280 I am the one

At this time, Zuo Ling rummaged through boxes and cabinets at home and finally found a medical kit and some other trauma medicines.

She hurried out with a lot of things in her arms, and then ran back ten seconds later, only to find that Yang was already lying leisurely on the sofa.

"Crooked? You didn't say anything when you came in, I thought you were dead." Zuo Ling said angrily, throwing the medical kit on the table.

"..." The magnetic factor on Yang's body has not started to dissipate, so the injury has not recovered yet, and he is too lazy to talk to Zuo Ling for the time being.

At first, he thought that the girl would feel a little flustered because she had just killed someone with her own hands, but now it seemed that it was not the case at all.

"I'd better call an ambulance." Zuo Ling looked at Yang lazily lying on the sofa, and took out his mobile phone.

However, before she started dialing, Yang stood up and avoided the mobile phone in her hand, and lay back on the sofa like a salted fish again.

"No need." He shook his head and said to Zuo Ling.

"Hey, little brother, look at how much blood you have vomited yourself, and still want to hold on?" Zuo Ling looked at Yang angrily.

"Who the hell are you calling brother?" Yang glanced at the other party.

"So-and-so knows who he is." Zuo Ling shook his head, and began to bend down to take out some medicine and bandages from the medical kit.

She looked at Yang's bloody left hand and felt pain. She really didn't know how this guy could keep spitting out blood while maintaining a leisurely state.

"By the way, who is that woman outside?" Zuo Ling asked Yang.

"Oh, my eldest sister, haven't you asked this question before? I don't know, I don't know. The ghost knows who your family offended. When you come up, you just beat it up. It's all his violent tendencies." Yang Man mouthed run the train.

It looked like he was the victim.

"I only know that some people want to take something from my father, but my father never explained to me in detail what it is, but if I guess correctly, this woman and the previous batch People have the same purpose..." Zuo Ling speculated.

Yang looked at each other lightly, without saying anything.

But I muttered in my heart: Ha, there is nothing wrong with my guess, but the target is wrong...

"I'm unlucky too. I'm obviously here for psychological counseling." Yang said brazenly.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die. The person my father sent to pick me up will be here soon. As long as we reach the research institute safely, there will be no more accidents." Zuo Ling carefully moved Yang The left hand pulled over and wrapped it with bandages and cotton.

"Yeah..." Yang frowned slightly.

He just remembered this.

Zuo Ling mentioned before that her father sent someone to pick her up.

"What's wrong?" Zuo Ling blinked and asked.

"Uh, nothing." Yang waved his hand.

"Speaking of which, your father never mentioned to you, who are the people with unknown origin who want to seize something through him?"

"No, I'm curious too. I asked him many times when he gave me the pistol, but he just kept silent, and then nothing happened." Zuo Ling shook his head.

Hey, poor boy, don't know anything.

Yang muttered inwardly.

And at this moment, Yang suddenly felt a strange feeling.

A familiar feeling returned.

All the wounds on his body started to regenerate!
All the cells in the wounds began to divide at a high speed, and the injured internal organs also healed at an extremely fast speed.

"what!"

Zuo Ling was wrapping a bandage on Yang's left hand to stop the bleeding. She supported Yang's palm, but suddenly found that the broken bone on the palm squirmed!This made her cry out.

"I said, why can every one of you girls make such terrible noises?" Yang complained lightly.

He slowly withdrew his left hand. Although Zuo Ling put his arm on his thigh and carefully wrapped the bandage for him, Yang felt very comfortable, but now that his regenerative ability has recovered, Yang has no reason to continue to act like Xian Lay down like a fish.

"Hey, what are you doing? I haven't finished it yet." Zuo Ling found that Yang withdrew his arm, and wanted to hold him back.

But when she came back to her senses, she found that Yang had stood up, the original feeling of depression had completely disappeared, and she didn't look seriously injured at all.

"To be honest, I was still thinking about whether I could get some specific details from you, but it seems that you really don't know anything now." Yang shook his head regretfully.

He stretched out his hand and removed the bandage that Zuo Ling had wrapped around his palm just now.

Blood-stained bandages fell to the ground.

Zuo Ling looked at Yang blankly.

She didn't quite understand the meaning of Yang's sudden words, but she was still keenly aware of something in her heart.

And just after Yang completely removed the bandage from his hand, Zuo Ling was shocked.

The metacarpal and phalanx of his left hand were originally a mess, and basically none of the bones that should be broken are intact. A lot of cartilage and bones on the fist have been exposed, and the soft tissues are also bloody. Normally speaking, even if you get Even with the best treatment, it will never be able to return to the state before the injury, and there will definitely be problems in various functions.

But at this time, after the bandage was removed again, the skin on Yang's left hand had basically healed, and his distorted bones were wriggling and recovering bit by bit.

A small crackling sound filled the air.

The picture is quite weird.

In less than ten seconds, his palm completely returned to its original appearance.

Only some blood remained on the surface of the skin.

Yang clenched his fists in satisfaction, and let out a series of joint-squirming explosions.

Zuo Ling was completely dumbfounded.

She had never seen such a picture.

No, I have seen it, but it was in some magical movies.

The corner of Yang's mouth twitched slightly, and he touched Zuo Ling's fair cheek with his newly recovered left hand, leaned in front of her, looked into her clear pupils and said:

"To be honest, my acting skills are indeed very poor, but you still believed me, so in theory, I still have to say thank you to you..."

Zuo Ling's breathing became rapid.

She finally understood that Yang was the one her father had said was deliberately trying to take something from the research institute.

Too bad she found out too late.

"I hope you understand that this is not directed at you."

Yang lightly tapped the back of Zuo Ling's neck, and she collapsed on the sofa.

(End of this chapter)