Drifting Towards You

When the words were over, Nie Wushuang took the lead.

Nie Wushuang has a reputation in the arena, first because of his ruthless martial arts, and second, because of his beautiful and cool appearance, so he has a good reputation.

But Huo Xijing is a hidden generation, a rare master. After a few tricks, Nie Wushuang fell behind.

The sword cried out, but it shot her a bit bloody, and her beautiful eyes became more and more fierce.

Su Xiangwan tiptoed on one foot, and Wia lifted her again.

The whole figure was spinning in the air like a shuttle, with a long knife in his hand pointed at Hosijing's chest.

Huo Xijing was not tepid, still holding his back and a long sword pointing diagonally to the ground. The fallen leaves at the tip of the sword whirled, and the sword aura was vertical and horizontal.

Neither of them made a sound, and the tip of the knife approached step by step.

Su Xiangwan stared at the man in front of him, facing the face of Han Che, but he didn't know how the dream of last night appeared in front of him.

When his mind was empty, the long sword missed his counterattack, and after passing it, it hit his chest.

Hearing a muffled snort, I saw a blush on Han Che's white shirt, bloody, especially dazzling.

For a time, almost everyone was stunned.

Until a few seconds later, the director became anxious and took off his headphones: "Hurry up! Where are the medical staff!"

Su Xiangwan also recovered, but because of his slow response, he fell directly to the ground, and the long knife in his hand also fell, and the tip of the knife was still stained with blood.

Regardless of the pain of the fall, she hurriedly got up, and several medical staff and assistants had stepped forward to surround Han Che.

Su Xiangwan's heart was a little confused, especially annoyed.

She was distracted when she was filming the scene.

After tearing off Wia, he quickly stepped forward and saw that Han Che's clothes had been torn apart, and a two-centimeter hole in his chest was still bleeding.

"How is it?" Su Xiangwan said anxiously.

Han Che glanced at her and said lightly: "I can't die."

Su Xiangwan was choked by him, but he blamed himself especially when he watched the blood stains leaking out.

If it hadn't been for a moment of trance, she wouldn't have hurt anyone.

Fortunately, the injury is not deep, otherwise there will be something wrong, she is afraid that she will regret it.

The medical staff first dealt with him urgently, and after confirming that there was no major problem, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Su Xiangwan squatted beside him and couldn't help asking again, "Is there anything uncomfortable."

"Help me up." Han Che stretched out his hand.

Looking at the big white hand that stopped in front of him, Su Xiangwan didn't move for a long time.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that he lowered his eyes to help him up.

Han Che couldn't help but said: "How much hate do I have with you, you want to stab me so much, I didn't look for other women behind you, why hate me so much."

He didn't speak seriously, but Su Xiangwan didn't have the thought of joking, and said softly: "Sorry, I'm lost."

"What do you think so absorbed?" Han Che narrowed his eyes and turned to look at her.

Su Xiangwan ignored him, just helped him sit down.

Han Che swept to the medical staff, frowned and said, "Bring the medicine box!"

Immediately, the assistant hurriedly took the medicine box from the medical staff, and the agent frowned to bandage him, but Han Che threw the medicine box in front of Su Xiangwan with a ‘bang’.

Su Xiangwan glanced at him before looking at him.

Han Che smiled but didn't smile: "Should I be held responsible for stabbing me into a stopper?"

Su Xiangwan was silent for a few seconds before opening the medicine chest.

Looked at the instructions on the medicine bottle, stood by his side and gave him the medicine.

For a time, she was very close to him.