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Subconsciously protecting his head, as soon as his knees bent, the brown dirt magnified in front of his eyes, and the cracks were deeply imprinted on the ground, and the dark ravines were carved into it.

The bullet grazed the top of her head and flew over her head in the cold season, and there were more tearing marks on the broken hat, which poured into the hat in the cool air, blowing her silver hair, and her eyes looked at the big man, and the black pupils reflected the fierce appearance of the big man gritting his teeth.

After getting used to the noise of gunshots, there was silence in my ears, and I only heard the noise of the wind constantly pouring into my ears.

The bent legs were straight, trying to stand up, and the hands were on the ground, but Leng Ji suddenly realized that his pistol had not had time to pull the safe.

Damn it.

The pupils were printed with the image of the big man holding the gun, and the cold season hurriedly touched the gun that fell, the cold touch eroded the skin in an instant, the fingers touched the trigger, and the fingers of the left hand were slightly strained, wanting to pull away the safety.

But it's too late.

Under the gaze of the cold season, the callus on the big man's hand touched the handle of the gun, and before the cold season could stand up, he had already pushed the safety of the pistol.

Leng Ji's hand trembled unconsciously, the fingers touching the gun seemed to be unable to exert force, how could the safety of the pistol not be pushed away, one step at a time, Leng Ji watched him get closer and closer, watching his huge body grow bigger in his eyes, the gun in his hand was shimming, and the muzzle of the gun was facing his eyes.

Bang, bang, Bang, I heard my heartbeat echoing in my ears in the cold season, and the blood seemed to flow backwards, and I couldn't feel the temperature from my fingers. There was a click, mixed with the sound of heartbeat, and he was stunned when he saw the muzzle of the gun in the big man's hand, and only then did Leng Ji react.

The gun safety was fired.

A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and he immediately raised the gun in front of him in the cold season, aiming the muzzle at the big man.

Pressing the trigger with his finger and hitting wherever he wants, he doesn't expect to hit a fatal place in the cold season, just thinking that even if this shot can block his movements and give himself a chance to stand up, it is already excellent.

With a bang, blood splashed, bullets erupted from the muzzle, and the strong recoil made the cold season fall backwards uncontrollably, let alone stand up, even the pistol, the cold season couldn't catch it all at once.

Syllable.

The pistol fell to the ground. In the cold season, the whole person fell to the ground.

In the next second, the cold season realized that it was not good.

In a panic, his hand groped for the fallen pistol on the ground, his fingers touched the cracked ground, but his head was raised, and he wanted to observe the actions of the big man in the cold season.

This look up happened to meet his eyes, and the hatred that could not be eliminated spread from his eyes, and he looked down at Leng Ji with eyes as if he was holding the victory.

I don't know when, the big man walked in front of her, the black muzzle was facing him, and the empty muzzle was reflected in the black pupils, and he didn't know when the bullet would shoot out from inside.

The body wanted to retreat, the palm of the hand supported the ground, the body moving backwards splashed the mud on the coat next to it, her eyes fixed on the muzzle of the gun, as if she wanted to say something, the already bloodless face seemed to be even paler because of fear, a look of fear, and her trembling lips seemed to want to say something, but on the muzzle, she could only exhale a rapid air current.

"How did you kill them?" Gritting his teeth, Leng Ji heard the coldness in his words. "Just your marksmanship?"

"......" his lips trembled, and before Leng Ji could speak, the muzzle of the gun was pressed against his forehead, and the cold touch was engraved on his forehead.

The teeth bit his lip, and there were deep tooth marks on his lips, and the muzzle of the gun was pressed there, and he could only bow his head unwillingly in the cold season, and he couldn't say a word.

"Most of the people I killed are dead," Dahan paused, his fingers pressed the trigger hard, probably because he was too excited, and a trembling came through the tip of the gun to Leng Ji's forehead. "When you go down, remember to show them that you can't close your eyes."

Hearing his words, Leng Ji raised his eyelids slightly, and had some reactions, just as he wanted to raise his head, he was pushed back by the muzzle of the big man against his forehead.

Knowing what he meant, Leng Ji closed his eyes very obediently, and his shaking hands paused, and adjusted the angle of the muzzle in satisfaction.

It can make the bullet more painful when it goes in.

"Goodbye." Before he finished speaking, Leng Ji's drooping eyelids trembled, and he opened his eyes and looked at him coldly.

The finger pressed, and the trigger retracted little by little, and the light metal sank into the firearm.

Leng Ji's fingers moved twice with his movements, and suddenly, subtle, light, and Dahan didn't pay attention at all.

The corners of his mouth curved slightly, Leng Ji calculated the time, and with a turn of his fingers, his left hand didn't know when he had already grasped the dagger that had fallen to the ground.

Her lips trembled slightly, and she could see that she seemed to be muttering something, but when she listened carefully, she found that there was still only air current, and no sound could be heard.

The next moment, time seemed to stand still.

The nimble fingers easily turned the dagger back into the palm of the hand, and the blade was in a downward position, and Leng Ji suddenly grasped the dagger, and the slender fingers twisted twice on the blade.

In the next moment, Leng Ji moved, and the whole person rushed forward, and the big man's hand obviously hesitated because of her movements, and he paused with a shot on her head.

The last bullet, this is the last bargaining chip in Dahan's hand, the action of the cold season made him unable to react at once, stunned, Dahan subconsciously did not dare to gamble like this, and the trigger finally stopped a moment before launching.

As if he didn't know when the drama was arranged, the trick that he had been waiting for a long time finally began to turn against the customer, and with a twist of his wrist, the cold season had already pounced at his feet.

The embarrassed posture, but it does not affect the effect at all. A sudden pain came from his feet, and in three seconds the blood stained his shoes, staining the black shoe of inferior leather to red, and his wide eyes spoke of the pain he had endured.

The dagger was thrust into his foot, the sharp pain stained the big man's face, his expression became hideous, his right hand was excited, and with a bang, bullets flew out of the pistol.

The leaves rustled, the branches were pierced by the sudden bullets, and the leaves swirled in the air and fell down the branches from the top.

Why?!

Stunned, Dahan realized that while Leng Ji was sticking the knife into his foot, he took advantage of his pain and reached out to the direction of the muzzle of the gun to the sky.

With a mocking smile on the corner of her mouth, the big man didn't have time to bow his head, and Leng Ji pulled out her dagger.

The sharp blade slashed through his skin again, and there was a sharp pain, and the big man finally couldn't hold back his scream, and when he looked up, he realized that Leng Ji had put the dagger against his heart.