Chapter 390 Loving You Is Good, but It Can only Go so Far (10)

He immediately turned on the high-beam headlights. With his always good vision, he could clearly see the situation ahead through the bright light from the front of the car.

A man held a dagger and quickly stabbed Song Qingchun in the heart.

The other person held the wooden stick and used the sharp end of the knife to stab Qin Yinan's chest mercilessly.

He has abilities beyond ordinary people, but he can only control one person at a time. If he saves Song Qingchun, then Qin Yinan will be in danger...

As a thought flashed through Su Zhinian's mind, the car had already approached the yellow van.

He slammed on the emergency brake, and before the car came to a complete stop, he pushed open the door, jumped out quickly, and then ran towards the fat man closest to him without any pause, with explosive force.

As he moved at the speed of seconds, the driver not far away who was stabbing Song Qingchun in the heart with a dagger suddenly stopped.

At this moment, Su Zhinian's running movements suddenly stopped motionless as if he had captured a picture.

The next second, the driver holding the dagger suddenly flipped his wrist quickly and stabbed himself fiercely in the abdomen.

Accompanied by a heart-rending scream, Su Zhinian suddenly jumped up high, raised his leg, swung it towards the fat man's head, and kicked his fat body straight away about one meter away.

"MD, who kicked me..." The fat man fell heavily to the ground and hit his head. His eyes were dazzled for a while. He was halfway through the curse words in his mouth when he suddenly felt a heavy weight on his chest, as if he was stepped on by someone. on the chest.

The fat man shook his head fiercely. Just as he was about to gather his nerves to see who had stepped on him, he felt large drops of liquid hitting his face, with a strong fishy smell.

He raised his hand and wiped away the liquid on his eyelids, and then he vaguely saw a man stepping on his chest condescendingly.

Because his consciousness was a little blurry, and because the man was facing the light, he couldn't see his face clearly, but he could see the blood in his abdomen soaking most of his clothes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He was breathing heavily, looking extremely weak, as if he would fall to the ground at any time, but even so, the breath around him was still sharp, cold, and heart-stopping.

Standing like this, bathed in blood, the fat man was particularly panicked. He opened his mouth with trembling lips, and just after asking two words, "Are you...", he suddenly raised the foot that was on his chest and kicked him hard. It got on his head and kicked him straight into unconsciousness.

The originally violent and tragic scene suddenly became silent.

A gust of cold wind blew, mixed with the solemn smell of blood.

Su Zhinian stood on the ground with one hand, knelt on the ground, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then shook his body and forced himself to stand up from the ground.

He gritted his teeth and strode slowly towards Song Qingchun.

Every step he took was shaky, as if he would faint at any moment.

When he was about one meter away from her, he finally couldn't hold on and fell to the ground.

He first glanced at the driver to make sure that he was completely unconscious, then crawled to Song Qingchun's side, slowly stretched out his bright red hand stained with blood, and touched her face.