dark sun

Chen Ran took a sip of tea, watched Mu Qingyan's men pour gasoline around the small villa and set it on fire, and then said nonchalantly: "Brother Qingyan is so straightforward, aren't you afraid that Han Yang will burn to death inside?"

Mu Qingyan stubbed out the cigarette butt and didn't speak.

Airuola led Han Yang to a room next to the stairs on the second floor. "Master Han Yang, please wait here." After finishing speaking, he closed the door and left.

Han Yang looked around the room, it was as messy as a utility room, but after careful observation, he realized that it was a studio.The big mahogany table is full of books and papers, and there are many papers spread out on the table.Han Yang took a closer look and found that they were books and scores related to music.

The table is very close to the window.Through the clean and transparent glass, you can see the large green fields behind the villa.

A guitar was placed in the corner, and Han Yang was interested in the reflection of the brown wood.He walked over and sat on the ground and plucked lightly.

Han Yang was absent-minded, even thinking about what expression to use when he saw Mu Qingyan?say something?He felt... something like Judgment Day.

Randomly tap the guitar a few times, even if the mind leaves the body, but the strong strange smell still brings Han Yang back to his senses.He sniffed his nose lightly, and he was sure it was the smell of burnt wood.When I was young, I often helped my grandparents burn the earthen stove, and the smell of firewood was naturally familiar.

The surrounding area gradually became hotter, Han Yang grabbed his satchel, his heart tightened.

He put down his guitar and went to the door to open it, but the metal handle was too hot to touch.Han Yang seemed to have expected something, bowed his head and smiled slightly. ——Mu Qingyan, it really is your style of doing things.

Thick smoke rolled into the room from the gap between the door and the wall.Han Yang hurriedly bent down to open the window.There are flammable things in the room, this place cannot be stayed at all.Before he could feel sad, he roughly observed the height of the floor he was on, and estimated the most suitable landing point.

The second floor is not a very high place, but it will still break if you land incorrectly.Fortunately, the ground is covered with dirt. For Han Yang who graduated from the military academy, this height is not a problem.

A large puff of gray smoke gushed out from the window, Han Yang supported the side of the window with one hand, and one foot had already stepped on the window sill.Just as he was about to jump out of the window, a thought flashed through his mind that made him stop his body.

Since Mu Qingyan doesn't care about his own life, wouldn't it be good for him to die here?

"Boom!" Han Yang slammed on the glass window hard.The smoke-blackened glass instantly shattered, drawing a few flashing arcs in the air and falling to the ground.

Damn it!What are you thinking? !

Mu Qingyan, Mu Qingyan!Why is Mu Qingyan worthy of doing this?

Han Yang shook off the blood beads on his hands, and cursed angrily.At this time, the wooden door had been burned through, and the hot and twisting flames rushed towards the only window for ventilation in the room.

Han Yang's hair was curled by the heat.Before he had time to think about it, he jumped out of the window, bent over and rolled around on the ground before stopping.The mud sticks to his body, especially the back of his bleeding hand, which is covered with a layer of brown, white and black soil.The black ones are blood-soaked soil.Han Yang's chest was hot, and an indescribable feeling filled his whole body, and he really wanted to release it.

He shook his hands vigorously, trying to shake off the dirty blood mud sticking to his hands.Make the blood flow out of the wound more quickly.But no matter how I shake it, the last layer of soil dust that clings to the wound cannot be removed.

Han Yang moved gradually and became quiet.Where is he going next?Looking up, a few early stars have emerged.Suddenly, I feel lonely.

"Have you found Han Yang?" There were many cigarette butts discarded at Mu Qingyan's feet, one of which was still glowing with red spots, emitting thin, crooked smoke.

"Master, I can't find Mr. Han Yang."

"where is he?"

Chen Ran laughed with an innocent and puzzled expression on his face. "Brother Qingyan, how do I know where Han Yang is? He's been in that house all the time."

"Master, a small amount of blood-stained dirt was found next to the charred house."

"...Where's Han Yang?"

"The blood didn't spread. Mr. Han Yang may have stopped the bleeding and left."

"Trash!" Mu Qingyan suddenly cursed loudly, frightening the burly man in a suit to the side and froze, not daring to vent his breath.

Mu Qingyan suddenly panicked.He subtly felt that Ayang was getting further and further away from him. "go home."

"Yes, sir."

Chen Ran stood on tiptoe behind her and shouted: "Brother Qingyan, I will let you know if there is news about Han Yang!" In the dark night, her big eyes lit up, and there were a few more ringing laughter in the open field echoed in the sky.

In the quiet room, Mu Qingyan lowered his head and smoked.But even the smoke could not dispel his depression and anxiety.

He looked for the corner of the villa - no, no, no Han Yang... Thinking about it, how could Han Yang come back?He should have been taken away by Chen Zhiyue.

Mu Qingyan scratched his hair irritably, and suddenly thought of one thing.Does Yang know?Did he leave by himself?

Heart skipped a beat.Mu Qingyan was too nervous to think.Ayang... Does Ayang know what happened?He stayed in the small villa, he was in the house, so Ayang knew about the materials?Ah Yang also knows the choice he made?

But how would Ah Yang know?

"Ah!" Mu Qingyan became more and more irritable, and his scalp was about to be scratched.Now he couldn't calm down and think about things at all, and the anxiety and fear in his heart became more and more obvious.His mind was full of Han Yang, he vaguely felt that he seemed to have done something wrong, but he couldn't remember what he did wrong.But he had a clear feeling——his Ayang didn't seem to be coming back.

Mu Qingyan slumped on the bed helplessly, his mind was in a mess.The scene of the flames engulfing the house was still unfolding before his eyes, and Han Yang's cold and alienated face appeared in the fire in a daze.Suddenly, he remembered the scene of Han Yang eating the watermelon tenderly.And the face he smiled at himself at the music ceremony.Mu Qingyan seemed to be in a swamp, unable to move.There was even a swamp in his head, tying his nerves and preventing him from thinking.

Mu Qingyan stared blankly at the ceiling until dawn.His Ayang...where is he now?

"Chen Zhiyue." Han Yang hoarsely called out to the people who kept walking in front of him.After he jumped out of the window, Ai Ruola led herself to Chen Zhiyue.I was too lazy to think about Chen Zhiyue's purpose, and followed him to this place dully.

"what happened?"

"You make me dizzy."

"Hehehe, do you still have the strength to make fun of me?" Chen Zhiyue sat beside Han Yang, removing and changing the bandages on his hands. "The wound is deep and may leave a scar."

"Ah."

"The second floor is no problem for you at all, why did you still sprain your foot?"

Han Yang didn't seem to hear it, and kept silent.

"Want something to eat?"

"No need." The feeling of soreness and dull pain was nothing at all.

Chen Zhiyue cut off the bandage and closed the medical box.Gently stroked Han Yang's curly hair at the temples.There is obviously a short piece there, and it looks a little funny on Han Yang's cold face. "You haven't eaten for two days."

"Just give me some water." Han Yang looked at the bed behind Chen Zhiyue slowly, and suddenly laughed. "Chen Zhiyue..."

"Ok?"

"Am I like a clown?"

Chen Zhiyue bent down and kissed Han Yang's forehead. "You are my only one. Let's go tomorrow morning. Don't think about it, go to sleep."

☆, new environment

"Chen Zhiyue!"

Standing among the rose bushes in the back garden, Chen Zhiyue heard Mu Qingyan's voice from a distance.He crushed the petals in his hands and turned around.

Mu Qingyan walked towards Chen Zhiyue aggressively with annoyance on his haggard handsome face. "Chen Zhiyue! Where's Han Yang?"

"What Han Yang? Isn't he always with you?"

"Fart! Don't think I don't know you took him away!" Mu Qingyan grabbed Chen Zhiyue's neckline, his eyes widened, wishing he could eat the person in his hand.

Chen Zhiyue showed sullen expression, and forcefully opened Mu Qingyan's hand. "What right do you have to ask about Han Yang? Han Yang was burned to death by you long ago!"

Mu Qingyan stiffened his body, allowing Chen Zhiyue to throw him down.

"Now everyone has the right to ask Han Yang, but you don't." Chen Zhiyue cursed loudly, straightened her clothes, turned and left.

Mu Qingyan closed his eyes, the sun was so bright.It hurt him so much that he couldn't keep his eyes open. "Chen Zhiyue... Where is Ah Yang?"

"Ayang is dead."

Tears slid down from the corners of Mu Qingyan's eyes.A sense of powerlessness fills the whole body, his...Ayang...his Ayang is gone...

The off-road vehicle wobbled on the potholed road, and there were only Han Yang and the driver in the car.Chen Zhiyue said she had to deal with a matter, so she didn't set off with Han Yang.

The painted car blends in with its surroundings, and it takes a day and a night to reach its destination.To be honest, Han Yang admired the driver's perseverance.I just kept my eyes open for 24 hours without saying a word.Han Yang is not a talkative person, he just tried to be quiet when no one was talking in the car.

"Here we are." The driver waited for Han Yang to get off the car and drove away.

Han Yang squinted and saw that there were several camouflage tents surrounded by barbed wire not far away, and several men with guns were patrolling.There is another checkpoint nearby, as if this is a garrison camp.

Han Yang walked towards the checkpoint, but was stopped by a man who looked like an instructor. "Han Yang?"

"Ah."

The instructor showed a dissatisfied expression: "Take out the relevant documents."

Han Yang took out a few pieces of paper from Chen Zhiyue and handed them to the instructor.The man checked and asked Han Yang to follow him in.

Han Yang walked into the barbed wire, but found no one else.Chen Zhiyue had already told him her intentions, let him stay here for a while.As for how long this "period" is, Han Yang doesn't care.He has no father or mother, no relatives and no concerns, even if he stays here for the rest of his life, it doesn't matter.

"From today onwards you are 659, Han Yang is dead!" The instructor threw several camouflage uniforms and an ID card in his dark hands.Han Yang flipped through the aluminum alloy ID badge.The year, month, and 659 are simply engraved on it.

"Don't think that if you are brought by the boss, I will be polite to you! You are all dogs here! Understand?!"

"YESIR!"

The instructor nodded sternly at Han Yang. "Start training tomorrow and rest today."

"Thank you, sir!" Han Yang replied loudly with a cold face.Should he be thankful that he used to be in a military academy?Looking at the instructor's tanned appearance, this training must be very devilish, right?

Han Yang followed the instructor to the sleeping place with his clothes in his arms.A simple big room with a strong smell of feet and sweat mixed inside. "That's your bed. Ask me if you have any questions."

"YESIR!"

If the past could be forgotten here, Han Yang would choose to stay.

But here it is not that people can forget the past, but that it is too late to think of the past.Overloaded training day after day, any weight-bearing jungle exercises are pediatrics.Han Yang fell asleep every day when he was so tired that he didn't care about the smell of sweat and feet.

"Is he the new one? It looks good." A muscular black man asked his friend next to him with a smile.Step by step, he walked towards the sleeping Han Yang.

"Hey, I'll go first."

Another good-looking white man stopped the black man and unbuttoned his belt with the other hand as he spoke.The black man spread his hands indifferently, embraced a shorter man next to him and kissed him.

The white man showed a lewd smile and threw off Han Yang's quilt violently.

Startled, Han Yang grasped the dagger under the pillow and swiped quickly with his backhand.

The sudden counterattack startled the white man, he subconsciously blocked it with his arm, blood spattered on Han Yang's fair face. "Oh, shit!"

The white man shook his hands and grabbed Han Yang with both hands angrily.

Han Yang turned around and got off the bed, standing barefoot on the ground.Push the bed over with force.The toppled bunk bed caught white people off guard.All of a sudden, more and more people watched the excitement, they shouted and cheered excitedly, shouting "Hit him! Hit him!".

Han Yang looked around coldly, wiped off the blood on his face, and shouted: "Shoutup!" Then he kicked the bed frame that was pressing on the white man away.The person under the bed was scratched by the protrusion, and there were several more wounds.

"OK!" A young man of yellow race came out to smooth things over, said something, laughed and dispersed the crowd of onlookers.He came over again and patted Han Yang on the shoulder, "You are very good, newcomer.

Han Yang pushed away the man's hand expressionlessly, picked up a towel and wiped the blood on the dagger.

"My name is Ken, number 535. What about you?"

"659."

"Hey! Don't you have a name? Have you forgotten?" Ken asked with a smile on his face as he helped Han Yang up the bed frame.

"Thank you just now, you can go now."

"Hey, you are a real person. Hey, I'm talking, don't sleep."

The author has something to say: Today is so rare, there should have been a plot, so where did the plot go? ····I won't be lazy next time

☆, (open update) in the plan

The author has something to say: finally started to update again, everyone has almost forgotten the previous plot, right?I almost forgot too ==

Three more today, send it out together.I'm afraid everyone is exhausted, I'm really sorry everyone...

Summary of the previous article: Mu Qingyan's resolute decision caused Han Yang to be seriously injured.Mu Qingyan resolutely believed that with Chen Zhiyue's protection, Han Yang would not be injured, so he did not stop doing two things, to prevent Chen Ran from playing any tricks, he ordered the small villa to be burned down directly.

First, to make sure that Han Yang is not injured, and second, to ensure that the data will be destroyed.

But both of them were put together by Chen Ran, and Han Yang left sadly with Chen Zhiyue.

Han Yang arrived at a training camp, but was provoked by other arrogant people.

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"Hey, look at that new guy." A man stood up from the mud puddle and said to his friends.They all stopped to wipe off the dirt on their lips, watching Han Yang desperately being thrown down and getting up, falling down and getting up, and throwing others down and down desperately.

"What's up with him?"

"Maybe it's a brain disease. You must know that the usual training is already high enough."

"Or maybe it was because I felt uncomfortable not being thrown down last night." After speaking, several people burst into laughter.But the laughter did not attract Han Yang's attention.Since coming here, he has been training like crazy.

"You guys seem to be very relaxed?" The instructor appeared next to the laughing people, and the pointer was patted gently in his hand.Several people immediately fell silent. "Run [-] laps around the mountain now, and no food is allowed today."

"YESIR!"

The whites of the instructor's eyes were particularly obvious on his dark face, he rolled his eyes to look at Han Yang and left.

The repeated days make people feel that it has passed quickly. It has been a month since Han Yang came to the training camp.The muscles of the whole body are more obvious than before, but he is not a big man, so no matter how much he trains, he can't get fit.

The fair skin in the past has been tanned into a healthy honey color, and standing in the line always has the meaning of "a little white in the dark".Some people can't get tanned no matter how much they tan, obviously Han Yang belongs to this kind of people.It is worth mentioning that Han Yang cut his hair extremely short.The silver-white hair has long since disappeared, fading back to its original color.

Chen Zhiyue, who came to visit occasionally, almost didn't recognize her short flaxen cropped hair and darkened complexion.He joked that Han Yang was "quite masculine", which caused Han Yang to stare coldly.

After more than a month of training, Han Yang has lost a lot of weight, not only because of the heavy training, but also because he doesn't take every meal seriously.Over time, it will naturally lose weight.

"Six five nine!"

"Here!" Han Yang put down the chopsticks in his hand and stood up.The instructor glanced at him and turned to leave, Han Yang followed him knowingly.

The instructor stopped in an open space some distance away from the cafeteria. He stood with his hands behind his back to Han Yang, unable to tell whether his expression was happy or angry. "Six five nine, how long have you been here?"

"Report! 37 days!"

"How many nights are there troubles in the dormitory?"

Han Yang hesitated a little, did some calculations in his mind, and replied loudly: "Report! 25 days!"

"Do you have anything to say?"

"Report! No!"

"No?" The instructor turned around and looked at Han Yang expressionlessly.A pair of slightly slender eyes narrowed, and said with a cold smile: "It is not allowed to cause trouble in my place. If you have the ability to cause trouble, you must have the ability to stop it."

He walked around Han Yang slowly, his tone gradually becoming colder. "If you only have ability to cause trouble, I can help you stop the meeting."

Han Yang didn't speak, but looked ahead.

"I'll give you three days, if it's still like this after three days, I'll let you live like a bitch in the training camp without pants all day!"

These words were extremely ugly, Han Yang squinted at the instructor beside him.Some sassy faces were so cold that they could freeze.

"Did you hear me?!"

"YESIR."

"Speak up! Do you hear me?!"

"YESIR!"

The instructor took a deep look at Han Yang and walked away.And Han Yang was lying when he said he wasn't angry, the black instructor was clearly looking for faults.

Han Yang didn't know where he provoked the instructor, who was a bit more pornographic than the blacks, but since he bullied him, there was no reason for him not to fight.

Ken looked at Han Yang beside him with some surprise. ". Six-five-nine, don't you rush to the front every time you train?" He padded the weight bag on his back and asked Han Yang panting. "Why did you fall last today?"

"Looking for you."

"MyGod!" Ken whispered, but Han Yang gave him a cold look and then explained in a low voice. "I'm a little flattered." Usually, those people in the dormitory would need to use force to say a word to Han Yang, but now since the delicious people came to him on their own initiative.

"What's the matter with you?"

"I need your help."

"Oh? It's a rare thing. Let's hear it."

Han Yang looked down at the pebbles under his feet, and he had already noticed that someone was paying attention to this side. "10 o'clock in the evening, behind the cafeteria tent." After speaking, he squatted down to tie his shoelaces, then stood up and rushed desperately.

It was a bit cold in the autumn night, Ken rubbed his hands exaggeratedly, looked left and right amidst the high and low sounds of autumn insects, and left the dormitory tent with a cat waist.

"Cuckoo, cuckoo."

"Ken."

Ken walked over to the source of the sound.There was some autumn frost on the tent, and it was white. Against this background, Ken's figure seemed a little abrupt. "Six five nine, how do you know it's me?"

"Do you think you are great?"

"What?" Ken stared suspiciously, his beautiful peach eyes shining under the moon, which was very eye-catching. "Wait, what's the purpose of you asking me here? I'm not just a casual person." Don't look at me.Are you going to eat me? Ken couldn't help but think about it.

Han Yang looked at Ken quietly until he silenced himself. "just kidding."

"I want you to let those people stir things up the day after tomorrow."

"I don't need to do it at all, you just need to change your clothes in public... pretend I didn't say anything." Ken looked at Han Yang's face and smiled awkwardly, as if he was not afraid of death.

"I couldn't move my hands that day."

"Why? Don't you usually beat people without hesitation?"

"Whispering." Han Yang couldn't help cursing.The low and temperatureless voice gave goosebumps, and Ken finally put away his laughing attitude.

"You want them to pick things up, but I can't do it." Han Yang paused and looked at his watch. "It's up to you to decide what to do. It's getting late, and I'm going back."

"Wait, I'm not good. Also, how did you know it was me just now?"

Han Yang turned to look at Ken. "Think with your brain." He thought for a while, and then asked, "What benefits do you want?"

Ken held Han Yang's shoulder. "Why don't you tell me your name? Dare to ask the girl's name?"

Han Yang grabbed the hand on his body and twisted it vigorously. Ken grinned in pain, but couldn't yell out.

"Han Yang." Then he left without looking back.

"Really, it takes so much to ask for a name." Ken frowned and scratched his head.

night after day.

"This." Ken raised the white bottom yellow flower panties in his hands. "It's six-five-nine."

Immediately, the eyes of the people around him turned red, and they looked lewdly at the things in Ken's hands. "Is it really his? How did you get it?"

"It's his, I have my own trick," Ken said.These ferocious beasts don't care whether something is real or not, or how it was obtained.As long as you get the floral underwear, it's fine just to lust for that ascetic darling.

"Hey, boy." A muscular black man asked. "What are you trying to do with that thing?"

"Man-made death."

"Hey, what if you don't have money?" The black man rubbed his arms, as if he was going to do something big.

Ken raised his eyebrows lightly, spreading his hands indifferently. "I only have one of these things. No matter who wants it, you should reward brother, right?" His meaning is very clear: as long as you give him money, no matter how much, it doesn't matter who takes the underwear.

A burly man took out two bills and stuffed them through the neckline of Ken's vest. "This thing belongs to me." After finishing speaking, he took the panties from Ken's hands, and sniffed them obscenely close to his nose. "It smells like meat."

He and a few people watching the fun burst into laughter.

"Hey, don't be too happy." Someone walked through the crowd. "I want that."

The strong man tucked his flowery underwear into his waistband and said with a smile, "You have to know that first come first come first."

"I only know that force can solve everything." As the two of them were about to fight, Ken pursed his lips and smiled, leaning back from the crowd, looking a lot like stealing a fishy cat.

When someone fights, someone yells.After a while, the cheers quickly lifted the tent.The two fighting each other knocked down the tables and chairs and overturned the bed.Seeing Ken felt a pain in the flesh, and he kept muttering that beauty is a disaster.

"You did a good job."

Ken was startled, and turned his head to look at Han Yang who was standing behind him at some point. "Han Yang?"

Han Yang looked at the two people who were fighting, then glanced at the people watching the excitement, and said lightly, "My name is Liuwujiu."

"Okay okay, six five nine. What are you going to do after that? Huh?"

"Don't do anything, it's time to sleep."

"Huh?" Ken followed behind Han Yang who left, with a look of dissatisfaction. "I want something else."

"Don't be so wordy." Han Yang stopped suddenly, turned around and asked, "How did you do it?"

Ken's eyebrows were raised high, and his peach blossom eyes blinked. "You tell me first how did you know it was me the night before yesterday?"

"There are no cuckoos in autumn."

"Really? There are no cuckoos in autumn?" Ken said while rubbing his chin, thinking about leaving.

Originally, Ken could have fooled Han Yang by lying casually, but with his current state, Han Yang knew there was something wrong at a glance. "Wait." Han Yang held Ken's shoulder. "Finish."

"What are you talking about? Ah, it's this matter. Look at you, you still care about it after it's all over."

Han Yang remained silent, watching Ken's voice getting smaller and smaller. "I used a little trick."

"Ok?"

Han Yang's deep blue pupils were clearly reflected in Ken's eyes, he touched the bridge of his nose, and glanced aside unnaturally. "Don't ask." To be honest, Han Yang is really good-looking.No wonder those people kept pestering him.

Han Yang squinted at Ken for a while, then let go of his hand. "Forget it." He walked around the increasingly uncomfortable Ken and walked towards the corner bed. "If I find anything."

Han Yang took the words off on purpose, making Ken feel guilty for a while.In a daze, he seemed to see a smile on Han Yang's profile when he turned around.

"Fairy." Ken wrinkled his nose and walked towards his bed with some dissatisfaction.

☆、The semi-success of the plan

"Six five nine!"

"To!"

"Exit!"

Han Yang stepped out of the queue and turned to face the instructor.The instructor started to pace, looked at Han Yang a few times, and then looked at everyone. "Today I will teach you free fighting."

Satisfied to see the changes in the faces of the people in the team, the instructor frowned against the scorching sun. "I'm giving a demonstration with Six Five Nine."

Ken took a deep breath and looked at Han Yang with some concern.After staying in the training camp for two years, he and others knew that every time the instructor practiced kickboxing, there were always people with broken bones and broken bones all over the body.

Han Yang didn't know how he offended the instructor and caused this trouble.

Ken was a little puzzled, why Han Yang still had an iceberg face and didn't change his expression?Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers?It's also possible... Thinking of Han Yang's actions these days, Ken twitched the corners of his mouth and showed an ugly smile.He still thinks it's hanging.

Han Yang suddenly saw Chen Zhiyue standing not far away.Why is it so easy to spot him?Han Yang thought, no matter who it is, wearing a dark blue windbreaker standing on the wasteland will be very conspicuous.

Chen Zhiyue seemed to sense that Han Yang was looking at her, and he waved his hand gracefully, showing what he thought was the most gentlemanly and charming smile.

Han Yang turned his head coldly.This movement was clearly seen by the instructor standing behind him.

"Okay, let's start." The instructor took off his camouflage jacket as he walked, revealing a black vest.He waved at Han Yang, indicating that he could make a move.The bronze-like skin gleamed under the sun, and several team members opened their eyes wide.If it weren't for the instructor's powerful methods, they would have wanted to tame him a long time ago.

Han Yang shouted, put on a posture, and rushed towards the instructor.

As usual, Han Yang swung his fists one after another, and his feet kept attacking the instructor's feet.These pediatric-like things are nothing to the instructor.He bent his arms beside his head to resist Han Yang's fist, and his feet retreated irregularly, making Han Yang unable to figure out the way.

Suddenly, the instructor's arm resisting the attack lowered down and hit Han Yang's chest.He punched Han Yang hard on his right chest.Han Yang struggled and had to stop his hind legs.At the same time, a backspin kick hit the instructor's defenseless sternum.

The two drew in the first round.Everyone standing in the line was a little surprised.They didn't expect Han Yang to improve so fast after only a few days.

The instructor took the lead in the second round.He approached Han Yang and kicked directly at Han Yang's abdomen.This move was simple, crude and full of loopholes. Han Yang didn't accept the move, but dodged and dodged.

Sure enough, the instructor's flying kick stopped suddenly, using the strength of his waist, he changed the direction of the attack, and kicked towards Han Yang sideways.

Han Yang didn't want the instructor to be so flexible, so he took this blow abruptly.Although he barely blocked it with his arm, it was useless at all.He didn't have time to take care of his numb arm, squatted down quickly, and stretched out his legs to sweep towards the instructor's single standing foot.

The instructor was kicked and fell on Han Yang.All of a sudden, a large piece of brown-yellow scattered soil flew up.He held down Han Yang, skillfully pinning his arms and legs so that he could not move.

Han Yang twisted a few times and couldn't stretch out his arms and legs, and couldn't get away even though he struggled hard. The instructor smiled triumphantly, and broke the hand that slapped Han Yang's arm hard.The clear sound of bone cracking spread into the ears of everyone present, Ken squinted his eyes and frowned, and couldn't bear to see Han Yang's painful expression.

While the instructor was relaxing, Han Yang snatched back the trapped folded hand.Pushing hard on the ground, he gritted his teeth and turned over to press the instructor under him.He bent his elbow hard and slammed it backwards, as if he had hit the instructor's chest.

The instructor extended one arm to Han Yang's neck and strangled him.Han Yang, who was breathless and hypoxic, raised his hand to grab the instructor's hair, but the hair was too short to grab at all.He moved his hand down rationally, attacking the instructor's eyes without hesitation.

Han Yang's moves were so fierce that the instructor had to let go of his arms and pat Han Yang's body away.Both of them quickly got up from the ground.The round just now was dangerous and wonderful, and many people in the team were already worried about Han Yang.

Chen Zhiyue watched Han Yang's fight with the instructor from a distance, but did not express or react.He watched the fight between the two gracefully and calmly before approaching the wobbly Han Yang.

Han Yang suffered a broken arm and three broken ribs.The instructor's right index finger was bent unnaturally to the back of the hand by Han Yang, and it was obviously broken. "Today's demonstration is over! You run fifty laps around the mountain!"

Everyone turned around and started to run, they agreed that the instructor assigned so many training tasks must be the reason why he failed to teach Han Yang a lesson.So while running, he complained in a low voice that the instructor was irrational, and casually vented his anger on others, while secretly surprised at Han Yang's ability.He thought in his heart that he might have to contact Han Yangshao in the future.After all, they are not instructors, so what happens is not a matter of breaking a finger.

Chen Zhiyue ordered his men to send Han Yang to the medical room.The instructor wisely chose another medical tent.

"Does it hurt?" Sitting beside Han Yang's hospital bed, Chen Zhiyue smiled softly looking at his somewhat pale face.

Han Yanggang had fought with the instructor, so he had no strength at all, and he had an operation again, so he was even more exhausted at this time.He looked at Chen Zhiyue's eager expression, and asked lightly, "Is it funny? Why are you here?"

"I'll come and see you." He touched Han Yang's forehead, and said, "I was leaving in a while, but now that you are hurt like this, I decided to leave in a few days."

Han Yang turned his head away from Chen Zhiyue's hand. "You go."

"I'll leave in a few days."

Han Yang ignored the green potted plants beside the bed.In this dry and rainless environment, perhaps only cacti can survive.The tall and strong cactus growing in the red porcelain pot is emerald green and plump, with strong thorns evenly distributed on the skin.The thorns are a little yellow under the transmission of light.

It's just that Han Yang didn't understand, why such a potted plant was placed in the healing place?

"Mu Qingyan is still looking for you." After Chen Zhiyue finished speaking, she stared at Han Yang's handsome face, trying to see something through his icy blue eyes.

But Han Yang closed his eyes, his expression didn't change a bit, and he didn't even move his eyelashes.He didn't seem to hear anything.

"Your injury is estimated to take half a month to move, so you can recover from your injury with peace of mind."

"I'll feel more at ease if you leave." Han Yang opened his eyes and looked at Chen Zhiyue with a cold expression of disgust.

Chen Zhiyue raised her eyebrows with interest, but Ayang rarely showed any expression.Han Yang said again: "Are you so free? Just run here if you have nothing to do?" Chen Zhiyue smiled, noncommittal.

"Well... don't you want to know about Mu Qingyan?"

"Not interested in."

"He seems to care about you." Chen Zhiyue vaguely saw a smile on the corner of Han Yang's mouth. "Actually, you don't have to repel him like that." Xiaohua despised and hated him, and Chen Zhiyue was very happy that Han Yang had such emotions.

"You always mention Mu Qingyan, don't you like him?" Han Yang looked at Chen Zhiyue from the bottom, the man in the blue windbreaker had a beautiful jaw line, the graceful arc passed through the throat and extended to the collar of the shirt.When Han Yang asked the question, his eyes were teasing and half-serious, as if he was watching a joke.

Chen Zhiyue remained silent, her darkened face suddenly enlarged.He clasped Han Yang's chin with one hand, leaned down and kissed it.

Chen Zhiyue didn't go deep into Han Yang's mouth, but just tore and played with his thin lips punishingly, outlined Han Yang's lip shape with the tip of her tongue, and licked his teeth.

Afterwards, Chen Zhiyue bit hard and then let go, looking at Han Yang's mouth that was bloodshot and red from being bitten, she rolled her eyes with a smile, and her thick black eyelashes were tightly attached together. "Let you know that you can't talk nonsense."

Han Yang closed his eyes, as if he had been bitten by a fly. "I'm going to sleep."

Chen Zhiyue, who had stolen the smell, was in a good mood, "Go to sleep, I will watch over you."

"Can you stay away from me?"

"Good, go to sleep."

"You're so annoying."

"Really? I think it's okay."

For a thick-skinned person like Chen Zhiyue, Han Yang didn't even bother to pay attention.In his words, it is "shameless".Han Yang still clearly remembered Chen Zhiyue's expression of surprise and disbelief when she heard her comment on him.

It may be that Han Yang's words were amazing, although Chen Zhiyue heard it with her own ears, she couldn't believe it was Han Yang's words.In the next few days, Chen Zhiyue kept prodding and testing Han Yang moderately, trying to figure out how much Han Yang still didn't understand.Usually indifferent and reticent, but there is such a side that is not public.

The helicopter whipped up strong winds, blinding people.Chen Zhiyue turned her head to Han Yang and said, "I'm leaving, you have to take good care of your body."

I don't know how spoiled