Seeing that Ling Heng was not shocked, he shook his head and said slowly: "It's too weak." ”

Obviously, the knife has already arrived in front of him, but the speed at which he speaks gives people a very slow feeling.

Moreover, the speed of the killer has exceeded the speed of sound, and it stands to reason that at a distance of a few centimeters, his knife should be faster than his voice.

It doesn't matter so much, the blade has already gone in.

The smile on the killer's face was more akin to madness, in his opinion, Ling Heng was nothing more than a mouth cannon.

Wrong!

This doesn't feel right!

Staring at Ling Heng, he watched his hand follow the knife into someone's body.

Afterimage !!

Grateful stabilized his body, watching the afterimage fade, the killer panicked suddenly.

"Bang!"

Ling Heng's figure reappeared in place, as if he had never left, and then kicked the thin man away.

The thin man's figure flew out and broke several bowl-sized trees before stopping.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the killer's face was full of disbelief.

"You, what kind of strength do you have?!" The thin man looked at Ling Heng who was walking towards him, and felt fear for the first time.

He could naturally see that if Ling Heng hadn't deliberately spared his life just now, he would already be a corpse now.

The strength of the two sides is not at all on the same level.

Is it S-class, SS-class, or SSS-class?

He had seen a few of the more advanced ones, but he didn't know how much he was different from them.

Ling Heng stepped on the thin man's face and said coldly, "You are not qualified to know. ”

"Now it's time to answer my question. ”

A touch of anger surged into the thin man's heart, and he said unyieldingly: "Soldiers can be killed, but not humiliated!"

"You really don't want to say it?" Ling Heng asked.

The thin man snorted coldly: "Wishful thinking!"

"Then I will fulfill you. ”

When the words fell, his feet were forced, and he directly ended the life of the thin man.

The latter didn't expect Ling Heng to be so decisive until he died, leaving no room for maneuver at all.

How did he know that for Ling Heng, finding out these news was just a little more time.

Ling Heng took out a handkerchief and polished his shoes, then made a phone call to Zuoqiu, informed the place, and asked him to clean up the scene.

Although he didn't get the desired result, Ling Heng didn't feel disappointed.

He knew how important an A-class killer was to the killer organization.

Killed, nothing more than two cases.

Either there will be killers coming, or employers will be hunted down for misreporting.

Either way, for him, the goal is the same.

Hung up the phone and was about to leave.

But he hadn't taken two steps before Ling Heng suddenly stopped.

Looking back at the darker place in the distance, his brow furrowed slightly.

Anyone else?

Although it was pitch black, the distance was at least a few kilometers.

Normally, you can't see people at this distance.

But the feeling of being stared at came from Ling Heng's sixth sense,

After so many years of fighting, he can naturally feel it.

As soon as he returned to the villa, Ling Heng saw Su Xueqi sleeping on the sofa.

Seeing this scene, Ling Heng felt a little strange, she was obviously in her room just now.

Why did Su Xueqi go out and come back from a trip, and Su Xueqi ran to the sofa to sleep?

However, Ling Heng didn't think much about it, he was afraid that the other party would catch a cold, so he lightly prepared to carry her to the room.

Unexpectedly, despite Ling Heng's light steps, he still woke up Su Xueqi.

After opening his eyes violently, and after discovering that it was Ling Heng, he said with a sense of resentment: "Where have you been?"

Her tone and demeanor resembled a wife blaming her husband for not coming home.

Just now, Su Xueqi fell asleep for a while, and her mouth was a little thirsty, so she ran out to drink water, but found that the lights were on in the hall, but Ling Hengren was gone.

I had to stay on the sofa, waiting for Ling Heng to come back, and fell asleep unconsciously.

"I couldn't sleep and went out for a walk. ”

Ling Heng lied casually, reached out and rubbed Su Xueqi's head: "Go back to the room and sleep." ”

Su Xueqi nodded, didn't think much about it, and then said coquettishly: "Didn't you want to carry me up just now, come on!"

Ling Heng: ......

How to hold this.

If Su Xueqi fell asleep, he wouldn't feel embarrassed.

Now that she was awake, and she was only wearing a pajama, there was nothing in it, Ling Heng felt that her head was a little big.

"Do you hug it!"

Su Xueqi saw that Ling Heng was in a daze, and remained indifferent, so she put on a straight face and pretended to be angry.

Forehead......

Ling Heng touched his nose, but finally agreed, then reached out and picked up Su Xueqi by the waist, and walked quickly to the room.

Su Xueqi excused herself and wrapped her small hand around Ling Heng's neck, and this body was close to him

With the warm fragrance of nephrite in his arms, Ling Heng felt a trance, restraining himself from thinking about it.

But the faint fragrance on Su Xueqi's body and the hot breath she exhaled swirled around Ling Heng's face, making the latter feel that it was difficult to move an inch.

Su Xueqi's face was flushed, and her eyes looked at the handsome cheeks that were close at hand.

She suddenly found that Ling Heng's appearance had occupied a place in her heart.

On the other hand, Ling Heng finally walked to the room with heavy steps.

Looking down at her pajamas, he really didn't dare to let them go too fast, for fear of damaging them.

Just as he withdrew his hand and was about to leave, he found that her hand was still around him.

Blurred eyes, plus the residual sweetness of the body after just taking a shower.

Ling Heng suddenly felt a surging evil fire buried in his body.

Staring at her: ( • People •)

Damn, who designed the pajamas, it's better than a rag!

Feeling his dull and scorching breath coming to her face, Su Xueqi's cheeks turned even redder.

Squinting at the man who had broken into her heart, she slowly leaned her head over.

Feeling the touch on his cheeks, the body of a man for more than 20 years seems to have been silent for a long time.

At this time, Ling Heng remembered the cotton lang he saw in the countryside when he was a child.

He wanted to be a cotton man, and every rough stroke of the bowstring could make the cotton in front of him change from tight to soft.

And the sound of this sound of playing cotton is even more fascinating, it seems to be the sound of the bowstring when it comes into contact with cotton.

But who only knows, this is not Cotton's admiration for Dan Mianlang.

Each stroke is accompanied by a regular swing of the bowstring, which is a game of skill and time.

The cotton bowl needs to constantly control his strength, so as not to hurt the cotton, but not too lightly, and finally lose the effect.

Tapping again and again, the originally tense cotton began to gradually become soft from one corner, and you can feel its changes when you press it lightly.

Until the last time he played the cotton, he struck violently, and the bowstring made a high-pitched sound, announcing that the cotton was finished, and the danmian lang was also exhausted, and he lay down directly on the cotton with the tools on his body.

Even though the sweat on his body soaked these freshly bounced cotton, he didn't seem to be afraid of dirtying it.

The cotton will condense when it encounters water, and the cotton Lang doesn't seem to care.

At this time, Su Xueqi was like a delicate flower waiting for vegetables, Ling Heng's breathing became even heavier, and he slowly stretched out his hand towards her heart......