"Three, two, one, wake up!"

A snap of his fingers woke Yang Chen from his sleep, and he looked at Jiang Heng's calloused but distinctive hands. A feeling of acquaintance with an old friend swims in my heart.

He remembered correctly! It was these hands that saved him from his nightmare, and even if thousands of demons scratched him, they still couldn't stop God's divine blessing.

The man in the white shirt in front of him was Yang Chen's spiritual doctor. He is a well-known local hypnotist, he is always unable to speak some technical terms about psychology, it is extremely difficult to communicate with patients, and academic explanations have always been ambiguous. Even so, he still did not intend to stop, but he won the praise of many people for his signature treatment of various mental illnesses and powerful hypnosis.

Yang Chen looked at Jiang Heng's unclean beard, and said very concernedly: "Uncle Jiang, don't you come out with a hanging beard? This hypnosis is really too tiring." ”

He sat up slowly, gritting his teeth and twisting his aching neck. The air conditioner in the room made a "buzzing" sound, and he felt that his hearing had increased several times. The inexplicable feeling of heat slowly faded, and the cold air in the room stimulated every part of his skin. The noodles had become sticky, the result of the tears being left behind and then dried by the air.

He tried to stand up slowly, but his limbs were weak, as if he had taken a sleeping pill. Lightheadedness makes it difficult for the body to control balance.

"I'm coming to see my nephew still wearing a beard, I'm sure I'll open your heart knot during the next hypnosis!" After he replied satisfactorily, he picked up the pen in his hand and crossed out the unfinished word "Zheng" on the paper. And a full line of "positive" has been written before the word "positive" in the missing line.

"When healed, how about we open that bottle of champagne and celebrate?" he looked surprised at the sight of the champagne. His eyes fell on the wine cabinet, and his eyes were drawn to the Moët & Chandon Champagne imported from France.

Yang Chen smiled faintly, and deliberately waved his hand to send him away as soon as possible: "You still miss that bottle of champagne so much! Then you can't open it until my dad comes back!" He looked at the bottle of champagne, and there was a touch of sadness in his expectant eyes.

Yang Chen lifted his collar, and there was no pattern on the white shirt. But because the sweat wet his chest and back, his shirt was stained on his body. The lower body is matched by a pair of black loose pants. This simple outfit sets off his calm and calm character. Under the windless but flowing broken hair, there are a pair of bright and scholarly eyes. The eyes that did not match his age were amazing, and in Jiang Heng's opinion, his whole body exuded the aura of a seriously ill patient......

"Okay! It's getting late! Let's leave!" The sky outside the window was not optimistic, it was the rhythm of rain at any time. Jiang Heng didn't want to turn into a soup chicken, so he had to say goodbye first, and he took that hard look and turned around and left.

"Uncle Jiang go slowly! I have a terrible headache, so I won't send it!"

He turned off the air conditioner in the room, he was afraid that he would be blown cold. When the close button is pressed, time is like the accelerator key is pressed. The light rain outside the window drenched unhurriedly and gradually accelerated into a downpour. Bean-sized raindrops hit the floor, announcing their arrival.

The sound of "hoo" stepped on the ground instead, and an unfamiliar figure in front of the balcony walked towards the hall. If it were someone else, I would have freaked out or screamed. And in the evening, a stranger visits late at night, either a killer or a thief. And he was holding a large knife that glittered in the darkness......

Seeing this, Yang Chen did not panic, but picked up the cup in front of the table, took a sip of water, and pursed his lips: "I seem to have seen you in a dream, but we don't seem to know each other." They call it the phenomenon of immediacy. ”

"......" The man in black did not speak, and he was probably surprised that the boy he was going to kidnap in front of him turned out to be mentally ill. It can be regarded as pouring eight lifetimes of mold on this matter.

"It seems like it's been a long time since I've been active. There is a price to be paid for trespassing on people's homes!" his eyes were as cruel and intimidating as those of a wolf. But the tone of his voice gradually became gentle. He expressed paranoid personality disorder vividly.

He had already changed out of his soaked shirt, and some of his preparations seemed to be prepared. The pouring rain and the furious thunder seemed to greet the battle.

He got up and moved his muscles, and with both hands behind him, he took out two ***** without groping, the surface of the blade had some lines of casting, and the handles of the two knives were one black and one white. His grim eyes looked to the balcony of the pavilion to the west. The sky gradually darkened, and the entire hall, including the corridor, was not lit, and after the fierce lightning split the sky, a brief light illuminated the man in black standing on the balcony of the western pavilion. With a height of about 1.8 meters, he looks like a short basketball player. He slowly walked towards Yang Chen with the nameless broadsword in his hand. Yang Chen's gaze fell on the wrist of the man in black. It was a tattoo in the shape of a "scorpion", with graceful lines outlined like a long painting, and the long hook of the scorpion was obscured by a long black coat. In the flickering room, the scorpion was finally captured by Yang Chen.

"I'll kidnap you very gently, I won't kill you, I'll be in trouble if you do this!" the man in black smiled perfunctorily, and the nameless broadsword in his hand was already eager to try in the dark. He was armed in black, revealing only his fierce eyes.

Before Yang Chen took a deep breath, he leaned forward and put on a posture of response. With the light of lightning, the whole room suddenly lit up. The figure of the man in black who was still on the balcony just now suddenly disappeared, and he had already pounced on Yang Chen at an incredible speed. Yang Chen waved two ***** with both arms, directly catching his big knife.

He suddenly grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands and struck sideways, tearing open the clothes on Yang Chen's left arm, and a section of the knife wound was printed on Yang Chen's triceps. Yang Chen looked at his left arm, and accelerated the attack speed without showing weakness, fully demonstrating the characteristics of the short and fast *****, the heaviness of the nameless broadsword made the attack speed of the man in black slower and slower, and the attack of the blade was quite difficult. The two *****, one white and one black, were as sharp and sharp as if they could cut off the stars, and their speed was like raindrops hitting the ground, announcing their arrival.

The man in black suddenly stopped his sword and took two steps back, pretending to smile: "It's really a chore!" He began to sigh, and after just 30 seconds of sword fighting, he became as ragged as a street criminal. The fabric of the long black coat fell to the ground, and dozens of short wounds under the tattered clothes squeezed blood outward.

"Cut! It's still too little strength!" Yang Chen didn't step forward to continue the attack, but looked up at the wound of the man in black. The rapid increase in speed makes his attack power too small. The other party was only slightly injured, and his left arm couldn't last long, but the attack just now was directly injured.

Each of Yang Chen's attacks tried to break through his defenses and tear through his mask, and he couldn't wait to see what this dying man looked like. But the current situation is not optimistic.

The man in black stopped in place for a moment, then tore open his black shirt and revealed his true face. Even in such a night, you can clearly see the scar on his face, strong muscles all over his body, and his wide upper body looks like a rugby player, "Boy, you really me off." My name is Lin Chengfeng, so you must remember my name when you get there!" he said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Where is that?" there was something in his words, Yang Chen didn't pay attention to the meaning, but he did remember the name!

"Alright, the game is over, I'm going to play for real!" his voice didn't have a hint of emotion, and a hint of an arrogant smile appeared on his face.

Yang Chen gasped for breath, the rapid attack still consumed a lot of physical strength, and now it is far worse than the state just now, if he has not exercised for too long, he can't do it anymore, and it is simply a rapid decline. The guy on the side was full of energy, thinking that he would take out some secret weapon to deal with Yang Chen, but Lin Chengfeng lifted the knife and stuck it on the redwood floor, and then lifted the big knife with his left hand and put it in the posture that he had just faced. Seeing this scene, Yang Chen's thoughts suddenly pulled to the first time he played against the man in black a few minutes ago, and he couldn't explain why the cocoon in his left hand was thicker than the cocoon on his right......

Yang Chen took off the white coat on his body, and the black darts and silver short knife were tightly locked on the cyan T-shirt on his body like body armor: "Since this is the case, then it will be ugly!" He stuck two ***** into the waistband of his pants behind him, and held the black darts on his chest with both hands. Several hexagonal shurikens were sandwiched in his hands. He wears a combat uniform like a traditional ninja, but he doesn't deliberately hide the hidden weapons on his body.

"Click" lightning lit up the hall again, Yang Chen quickly ran to the left, and the hexagonal shuriken tore through the night again and again to meet Lin Chengfeng, but several waves of estimation did not seem to affect his actions. Lin Chengfeng took out incredible speed and attack knife technique, and he was simply a tiger with wings when he switched to his habitual hand, and the absolute increase in strength and speed still made Yang Chen unable to parry.

The shuriken was blocked back by Lao Lin Yiyi's knife technique, Yang Chen's familiarity with the hall was still far better than Lao Lin's, but Lao Lin's body technique had forced Yang Chen to have no way out! Finally, Yang Chen was cornered......

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