"The person is coming soon." Han Chucai pretended to pick up his cell phone and call and urge him, but in fact he didn't broadcast the phone.

Her purpose was to wait for the moment when Song Xiyue couldn't hold on, and then Brother Yang would definitely be able to quickly break away from the range of the knife, and maybe he could even stop Song Xiyue with his backhand.

Of course, that elder brother Yang is the man who is now threatened by Song Xiyue with a knife.

He is in his 20s, but his face is thick and he looks like an uncle.

Han Chucai said that people were coming soon, and Song Xiyue could no longer urge him. Only An Luoze would chat with Song Xiyue in a low voice, passing the boring time.

The entire venue became quiet again, but the night wind blew, colliding with the leaves on the trees making a faint sound.

After 30 minutes.

An Luoze sighed, his facial features as beautiful as a monster were wrinkled together. He raised his eyes to look at Han Chucai with a calm expression, and then looked at Song Xiyue, who was holding a knife, but his hands were already trembling. He immediately understood what had come.

The woman Han Chucai was really sinister. An Luoze cursed silently in his heart, and then patted Song Xiyue on the shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Song Xiyue raised her eyes and looked at An Luoze helplessly.

"Give me the knife, I see your hands are almost sore." An Luoze kindly wanted to raise the knife for Song Xiyue.

"Okay!" Song Xiyue nodded immediately and agreed. In fact, if An Luoze didn't say he wanted to help, Song Xiyue would even ask him for help with shame.

"Yes." An Luoze nodded, but his eyes were filled with surprise.

I didn't seem to expect Song Xiyue to be so happy.

Just as Song Xiyue was about to lower her head and was about to hand over the knife to An Luoze, Brother Yang had already reacted faster, supporting the ground with his hands and feet off the ground, and then swept his feet hard towards An Luoze and Song Xiyue with his hands as the axis.

The two of them were stunned, but they didn't react, so they were swept by their strong legs. The knife also fell to the ground.

Although Song Xiyue tried her best to support her with her hands when she fell to the ground, her knees were still covered in blood.

An Luoze is better than her because she is not so miserable when she is wearing school uniform pants.

For a moment, Song Xiyue hated the snow-white skirt on her body. It was too thin. There was a hint of coolness when the night wind blew.

But now is not the time to complain about these things.

Brother Yang was already holding a knife in his hand and slashed at Song Xiyue. Song Xiyue immediately stood up and dodged the knife.

Song Xiyue avoided, but An Luoze was behind Song Xiyue and couldn't help but smack her tongue. She looked at the knife and wanted to chop herself. She left and raised her hand, and turned her body slightly, and detoured with Brother Yang for a few times.

In the end, Brother Yang kicked him out 1 meter...

"My God!" Song Xiyue couldn't help but exclaim, watching the man slash at him with a knife again, and didn't care about An Luoze, and ran away while dodging the knife.

Leng Boxi wanted to help, but looking at An Luoze who was lying in front of him, he could only squat down to investigate his injuries.

Qinglan was even more helpless, his force could not help at all.

Han Lingsheng's eyes turned cold. When he bent forward to rescue Song Xiyue, Mu Weilen had already blocked his chest with one hand and said, "Protect Qinglan, I'll go!"

The reason why he was not on the way was that Han Lingsheng was tied up and Qinglan's combat power was too low, so he had to stand here to protect Qinglan and Han Lingsheng.

Now, Song Xiyue used her witty mind to restore Han Lingsheng's freedom and also left a way out for herself!

Song Xiyue kept dodging the knife, and she didn't dare to respond to him head-on because he was aggressive and used the knife in disorganized manner. If he fought casually, he might hurt himself.

She thought she could hide from him like this, but she couldn't. She was careful but accidentally stepped on a stone under her feet. Her body did not stand firmly. While swaying left and right, the sharp knife had already looked at her.

Song Xiyue didn't have time to hide, took a deep breath, raised her hands to protect her head, but felt a strong wind blowing by her side, and a cold big hand held her arm and pushed her hard. Then a sharp pain came from her right shoulder. In the pain, she had already fallen into a cool embrace...

"You are injured!" Mu Wei's cold voice was low and hoarse, his eyebrows were frowning very deeply. He was still one step late, and the knife still struck her right shoulder, dripping blood and bloody.

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Chapter completed!