"Get out. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Hearing this, the person in front of him named Lao Wang was completely annoyed, and his whole body trembled with anger, "Put down your things and get out of me." ”

His hands trembled and he held the pistol, but he didn't dare to press it.

The girl in front of her took a step back, gently twisted the bottle with her hand, and held it in front of her.

As long as Lao Wang shot a little crooked, half of his bottle of morphine would fall to the ground along with the broken glass.

"What do you think I'm like this," Lao Wang gritted his teeth, looking at the person in front of him who seemed to be laughing at himself with a little self-deprecation, "can I still be the same as before." ”

"Well...... " Leng Ji smiled, took out a pistol from his arms with his right hand, and pointed it at Lao Wang.

"I can't do anything right now." Lao Wang straightened his waist and let himself face the cold season, and let his gun be pointed at the cold season, with a smile like mockery. "Even if you kill me, it's useless."

"Yes...... Leng Ji slowly withdrew his hand with a suspicious expression, and then pointed the muzzle of the gun at the needle in front of him, as if he didn't hear what Lao Wang was saying. I just want you to give one thing out. ”

Holding the gun, she raised her chin to Lao Wang and gritted her teeth, Lao Wang understood what she meant by letting herself throw away the gun.

Looking at the needle in Leng Ji's hand, Lao Wang did not react with a dark face, the hand holding the gun was a little trembling because it had been used for too long, and the other hand seemed to be extremely angry and grabbed the ground hard, scratching one mark after another on the granite mixed with dirt.

In the cold season, he forced his muzzle to collide with the glass wall of the needle, making a crisp sound, and the liquid echoed inside, like the next second, it would crack.

Caught in the door, Lao Wang threw the gun to the ground and looked at her with resentment.

"And the price I paid ......" tugged at the corners of his mouth, and showed a smile like an aspiration in the cold season, "It's definitely very high." “

The person in front of "Tsk ......" has been laughing at himself with this flattering attitude, and the disgusting old king wants to vomit.

"I'm gone, you know?" Lao Wang shouted angrily at the cold season, pulling his throat, hoarse voice, red face, with a little sadness in his words, and his unsteady voice made people sound not as shocking as he expected.

The air was filled with a smell like carrion, which could not be dispersed for a long time.

Leng Ji didn't speak, just looked at him expressionlessly, the medicine he relied on for a living was in his hands, and in terms of attack and marksmanship, he couldn't beat himself as a disabled person.

Lao Wang was already like a fish on a chopping board, looking at her helplessly with anger and almost despair.

sighed...... Leng Ji didn't know what he was thinking, looking at Lao Wang's hopeless expression, he stood there woodenly.

The half-tube of morphine was rolled back along the ground by the cold season, and Lao Wang picked up the half-tube of morphine as if he had regained the treasure, nervously wiped the needle with his clothes, and occasionally raised his head slightly and looked at the cold season with his eyes vigilantly.

Leng Ji looked at him silently, and saw that he had cleaned the half tube of liquid, hid it back in his pile of clothes, and deliberately put a few more layers of clothes on it, trying to cover up the morphine more densely.

While he was still struggling with how to put his own morphine would be safer, Leng Ji walked up to him, squatted down, kept the same field of vision as him, stared at him, and didn't speak.

"Let's go......" Lao Wang, who got back his treasures, didn't want to provoke the cold season anymore, he knew that he was already disabled, and his voice was a little heavy and helpless, "Don't mess with me again." “

There was a little sadness in the unthreatening words, and Leng Ji seemed to be able to hear it, and he hid in the depths of the words and choked up.

"Your previous addiction ......" Leng Ji spoke first, looking at the man in front of him who was almost unconfused, with heavy dark circles, slightly gray hair, and finer wrinkles, ten years older than the old Wang she knew before. It's not that big. “

"That was before." Lao Wang turned his face away and didn't let the cold season see his eyes, "This kind of thing will always develop like this." “

"People will die." Leng Ji said lightly, without concern or ridicule, a tone that was not concerned about himself.

Although he is very indifferent, he is much more comfortable in Lao Wang's ears, not false or mocking, what he needs now is probably such a sense of existence like a passerby.

Shaking his head, Lao Wang didn't speak, just sat quietly, and he couldn't see his expression in the cold season, and could only vaguely see from his back that he was wandering.

"Your business," after waiting for a long time, Leng Ji didn't bother him, but he spoke first, "I can't help." “

"No one dares to approach me now," Wang laughed self-deprecatingly, "except for those who have come to cross the river and draw boards." “

"Smuggling these things," Leng Ji put his hand against his chin, looking at the slightly gray sky, "You have been doing it for so many years, and you are the oldest connoisseur." “

"What's the use of that," Leng Ji could hear it, Lao Wang's voice was really choked this time, probably on the side she couldn't see, Lao Wang was already crying. "It's not like there's nothing."

His connections, his goods, his money, his everything...... It's all gone.

The world is really cruel to him, and those who used to look down on him can now laugh at him with impunity.

None of the high-ranking officials who had worked so hard to give gifts to him paid any attention to him.

It's like being abandoned, and Lao Wang can't think of any other adjective.

"Your feet ......" Leng Ji looked at him, and I don't know when there were tears on his face on the ground. Leng Ji knew that he couldn't pick up the topic of him. "Which way?"

I heard that when the Spark Alliance entered the city a few days ago, Lao Wang led the secret passage to pass by. At first, Leng Ji didn't believe that as a smuggler, it was impossible to do these things that would ruin his money, until he saw Lao Wang's two broken legs, and Leng Ji was convinced that the rumors were true.

"Huh." Lao Wang sneered self-deprecatingly, turned his head, and sure enough, two lines of tears hung on his face.

"On the left is the Alliance." He pointed to his left foot, and in the cold season, through the hole in the cloth, he could see the bruises on it, purple and black, probably broken.

"Right ......," Wang shook his head, "City A is only half done." “

Leng Ji glanced at his right foot, which was tightly wrapped, and he couldn't see the scar inside, but he could smell the smell of the wound rotting.

"And half," Lao Wang stretched out his hand to cover his right leg knee, as if he was afraid of being seen by the cold season. “

It was probably the smugglers who were traveling with him who destroyed the other half of Lao Wang's right leg. The cold season is guessing in my mind.

"......" looked at his vicissitudes of life in the cold season, a man in his 40s has aged for more than 10 years in just a few days, first injured by the situation, and then killed by his peers, and he doesn't know what to say.

Comfort is useless, and the cold season can only remain silent.

Lao Wang didn't speak, just sat like this in the cold season.

After a long time, the cold season suddenly spoke.

"I want you to help me," he said, looking up at Old Wang's dry eyes, "send me out." “