Standing stiffly in the middle of the stairs in the cold season, looking down condescendingly over the entire first floor, the gray cement spreading from the ceiling to the floor, as if the building had been completed in a hurry before it had time to be painted, wide and lifeless. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The aroma of wine could not reach the nostrils of the cold season, as if the position where she was standing had been cut off from the first floor, whether it was the barbecue on the ground or the old man's wine jar placed there, she could only see it from a distance.

Chatting happily and holding wine glasses, the old man happily introduced his wine to his two guests. The two customers recruited by the old man shifted their positions, and they used their broad backs to block the view of the cold season.

Squinted his eyes, there was no way to see the old man's smug and silly movements in the cold season.

The two big men on the back of the tiger didn't know what they were discussing, and Leng Ji could vaguely see one of the fingers dangling twice in the air from the gap between their different positions, and the three fingers were neatly put together and stretched out into the air, as if posing for the old man to see.

The old man waved his hand, put up four fingers, and clearly stood in front of them, and in a flash, the next moment, Leng Ji could only see his thin arms.

This is in ...... The bargaining eyes narrowed even more, not sure about the danger of the second floor, the stakes were there, Leng Ji was still struggling with whether to advance or retreat at this moment, and in the end, he could only put his eyes on the old man, looking at his snorting appearance to determine if he really wanted something else.

Touching their waists, they took out a stack of money from their pockets that they didn't know where, and through the gap between the two men, they could only see the stack clearly, the red one hundred yuan on the top.

Their fingers shook a few times, as if they were counting money, but in the end, they didn't pick out a single one, and handed it to the old man in a whole stack.

Such a large amount......

The squinted eyes never relaxed, looking at the small movements of their transactions, the cold season not only doubted, can buy such a large amount of wine?

The sight was blocked by two men with tigers on their backs, and Leng Ji couldn't see the old man's expression, his left hand unconsciously clenched into a fist, and Leng Ji waited patiently for the moment when they turned around.

Sure enough, as soon as he turned around, Leng Ji clearly saw that their hands were empty, and the old man did not hand them the wine.

Is this old man really here to sell wine?

His eyes narrowed, and Leng Ji lifted his chin and looked at their sturdy bodies. Even if it's just to make a reservation, normal people's practice should be to take away so many drinks.

The more you think about it, the more doubts you have. Leng Ji watched their incomprehensible movements, gritted his teeth, and a lot of distrust appeared in his mind, there were so many doubts, and it was clearly much more dangerous than what the old man said.

The dagger hidden in the sleeve of his right hand was touched, the nails scraped the back of the knife over and over again, and the sparse figures surged under his eyelids, and when he looked at them in the cold season, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Sure enough, it's still too suspicious.

I don't know what's on it, I can only judge from the old man's half-truths, no matter how you think, it's too dangerous.

Besides, there is a huge black market, and I don't believe that there is only one place where you can get bullets in the cold season, and besides, the so-called confidant and the other can only do one of them.

Now that she calmed down and thought about it carefully, she really didn't want to put herself in any danger for the sake of temporary convenience.

Tilted his head, his brows furrowed unconsciously, his left hand was hidden under his sleeve, Leng Ji counted his fingers over and over again, his black pupils turned twice in his eyes, he hesitated for a while, and the next moment, Leng Ji dispelled the idea of going to the second floor.

The hand unconsciously hugged the coat in his arms, which had almost become a habitual action in the cold season, and his fingers could already feel the blood-stained part of the coat from the rough touch on the surface of the coat. Biting his lip, he touched the bloodstained area on his coat in the cold season, hesitated with his feet, stood halfway on tiptoe, and took a step down.

His eyes happened to be opposite to the man downstairs who had finished trading with the old man, and it was too far away for Leng Ji to see the emotions in his eyes, so he could only see him looking in his direction.

Squinted, Leng Ji clenched the dagger in his sleeve, palmed up the handrail next to the stairs, leaned down hard, rubbed the dust on his hand, Leng Ji walked down the dust above, step by step on each step, and the distance from the ground on the first floor became closer and closer, and the two figures under him became clearer and clearer, and gradually they could see the light of the light bulb on their hair The shadow.

The hat he had taken from the old man in his bosom was still in his arms, and it swayed in his coat with every movement of the cold season.

The people downstairs looked at the slow pace of the cold season, and suddenly, raised their hands in the direction of the cold season, and then waved their hands.

Leng Ji could clearly see his fingers in an arc in the air, blinked, Leng Ji paused, and immediately realized that something was wrong, as if something in the air trembled, and suddenly there was a screeching sound behind him.

It's like the sound of the soles of your shoes rubbing against the ground.

With a flick of his fingers, his wrist turned in another direction, and the blade in his sleeve suddenly pointed straight to the ground, without hesitation, this is already the fastest speed that can be played in the cold season.

His left hand unconsciously grasped the outer skin of his coat, and with a wave of his right hand, the blade naturally followed his movements and struck Leng Ji behind him.

turned around, Leng Ji didn't have time to see the person behind her clearly, the person behind him seemed to see through her movements, and before he could react, he only saw a vague figure standing on the left hand side out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly his eyes were dark.

Towel?

From the rough texture of the touch, the cold season judged what was on his eyes in a second, but, the cold season didn't have time to take off the towel and then fight back, and the other party didn't wait for how much reaction time the cold season had, with a wave of his fingers, the cold season directly waved the dagger straight to the figure on the left hand, between the clouds and water, the cold season didn't feel what he hit, the feeling of emptiness, and the blade only slashed through the air.

After a series of movements, the white towel covering his eyes also fell along with the movements of the cold season, and for the first time in the cold season, he saw clearly in front of him, a person wearing a mask was standing calmly beside him.

With a twist of his wrist, the dagger was pointed at the mysterious man wearing a mask again, and his strength was gathered when he was about to stab him in the cold season.

Suddenly. From behind, a white towel covered the cold season's mouth and nose.

Not good?!

Without thinking about it, the cold season immediately realized what it was, the strong smell, and the consciousness became a little blurred.

I want to struggle in the cold season, but I find that I am completely facing away from each other, I can't see what the other party looks like, and there is no way to break free 100%.

The next moment, Leng Ji kicked his feet off the ground and kicked behind him, waving a dagger in his right hand, trying to attack the people behind him when he was on guard.

It's a pity that the mask standing there saw through her movements at a glance, raised her legs, and kicked Leng Ji's wrist.

With a clatter, the dagger fell to the ground.

In front of me, it was pitch black.