"What's wrong?" Wang Chuan held his cheeks and looked at Leng Ji, looking at her unconscious distraction, his eyes subconsciously looked at his waist, and the silver reflection reflected in her eyes. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

This gentle voice that was not in a hurry made Leng Ji come back to his senses all of a sudden, not wanting him to guess that he was planning how to kill him again, Leng Ji quickly looked away. It's a pity that Wang Chuan seemed to have noticed it a long time ago, smiled and touched the dagger he pinned to his waist, unloaded it in three or two and played with it in his hand.

His face was expressionless, and he didn't let him see the corners of his mouth twitching slightly in the cold season. The dagger danced brightly in front of the cold season, Wang Chuan seemed to see through what the cold season was thinking, the smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to be proud, the white lamp on the ceiling flickered faintly, and the rapid beating between black and white made the reflection on the dagger disappear for a moment.

"Do you like my dagger so much?" Leng Ji said with a sneer, raising an eyebrow.

"That's it. He had no intention of returning the dagger to Leng Ji, leaning over slightly, Wang Chuan shook the dagger, letting his sharp blade stick to his face, looking fearless, not at all worried that Leng Ji would suddenly stand up and stab him with that dagger. "It's stained with my blood. ”

"Heh......" Leng Ji continued to sneer, looking at his defenseless appearance, and finally held back the thought in his heart that he wanted to reach out and snatch the dagger back. "If you like, I can get you a few more knives stained with your blood. ”

"Then I'll thank you in advance. With a twist of his wrist, under the nose of the cold season, when he didn't dare to act rashly in the cold season, he easily took the dagger back and pinned it to his waist again. "But...... I don't think you'll ever be able to approach me with a weapon again. ”

"Oh?" squinting her eyes, Wang Chuan's words seemed to be deliberately stimulating her, licked her lips, and Leng Ji kept her cold smile and asked, "Do you want to try again?"

Pursing his lips, Wang Chuan spread his hands, squinting his eyes gently, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, and a vague smile. It seems to look in the eyes of the cold season, as if it is an innocuous appearance.

The fingertips trembled slightly, and quickly calmed down again, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Wang Chuan

Damn it...... Leng Ji gritted his teeth, resisted his urge to snatch the dagger, and secretly warned himself that now is not the time, and he can't be impulsive.

Gritting his teeth and holding his cheeks, Leng Ji knew that Wang Chuan seemed to despise himself now, with his character, he was definitely on guard inside, and his bodyguards were still on guard, Leng Ji knew that he didn't have the ability to recapture the weapon in a second and stab him unhindered.

Thinking about it carefully, Leng Ji can guess Wang Chuan's reaction once she does it. As soon as she leaves this seat, with Wang Chuan's quick reaction, she will definitely stand up, and then immediately retreat, not forgetting to shake her dagger in her hand.

After taking two deep breaths, Leng Ji calmed himself down, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at Wang Chuan sideways.

Just like the hypocritical smile just now......

lowered his head again, gritted his teeth, and couldn't help but wonder if this guy was deliberately provoking himself.

That smile looks in the eyes of the cold season, it is completely a look that it is not a big deal to watch the excitement, and looking at it really makes the cold season want to stab it over.

The air froze because of the silence on both sides, and the atmosphere was a somewhat terrifying stalemate. No matter how Leng Ji suppressed his expression, Wang Chuan still had that gentle smile on his face.

The heart is beating, the blood is flowing, and the cold season seems to be able to feel the killing intent hidden in the depths of his body. It was an opportunity that seemed so good, but I couldn't grasp it in the cold season. I don't know when it began, and the atmosphere became a little tense in the stiffness.

"Did you do it on purpose?" Leng Ji tried to make herself sound calmer, the appearance of lowering her head and gritting her teeth just now was much more restrained, and Leng Ji returned to her usual expressionless face.

"What do you mean?" Wang Chuan tilted his head playfully and looked at her with his cheeks propped up. The dagger in his hand never stopped. "Mean I'm playing with your dagger in my hand?"

"You ......" On his forehead, there seems to be a faint bulge of green tendons. It took a lot of effort to stop in the cold season, and he didn't let himself roll his eyes at him and curse by the way.

This guy ...... Definitely on purpose.

Leng Ji took a few deep breaths, then opened his eyes again, staring at the person in front of him, looking at him with a smile in his eyes. Her brown pupils were marked with tiny lines, reflecting her forbearance.

Lowered his head, Leng Ji didn't want his appearance to be reflected in the eyes of others. After a pause, he blinked, and there was still a fake sneer on the corner of his mouth, and Leng Ji could look at his fingertips and tremble slightly with anger.

At this time, the cold season can admire yourself...... Obviously, the anger spread to all parts of the body, but the expression on his face could still be so calm.

"Can you stand up?" pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, Wang Chuan seemed to finally let her go. He stood up, took a step back, and with a twist of his wrist, the dagger gracefully changed direction in accordance with his movements, and the silver hilt was held in the palm of his hand.

With a slight shake, Wang Chuan carefully pinched the tip of the knife, stretched out his hand, and handed it over to Leng Ji.

"......" was stunned and didn't speak, Leng Ji looked at his face, seeing that he didn't regret it, and the corner of his eye looked at the big man standing next to him, and he didn't mean to move. After a while, Leng Ji slowly stretched out his hand, the effect of the medicine seemed to have not completely faded, his fingers trembled slightly, and he slowly stretched out in front of Wang Chuan, making tentative movements.

Extremely distrustful.

Seeing that Wang Chuan still didn't move, Leng Ji pinched his fingers, quickly grasped the handle of the dagger, and quickly hid it back in his arms.

"Tsk. With a chuckle, Wang Chuan didn't withdraw his hand, raised it a little higher, and fixed it there, just as high as a sitting person could reach with a slight stretch of his hand, as if he was waiting for the cold season to take a hand.

"What?" asked Leng Ji angrily.

"Can you stand up?" The tone was a little different, as if with mockery, Wang Chuan repeated what he had just said and asked.

Gritting his teeth, Leng Ji could only put his hand up angrily, holding the armrest on the seat with one hand, and being pulled by Wang Chuan with the other hand, looking not embarrassed, secretly exerting force on his feet.

His feet were still trembling, his fingertips were a little cold, he gritted his teeth in the cold season, and he exerted his strength in an instant, and he stood up.