The bullet gradually enlarged in the pupils, and for a moment, Leng Ji doubted that he could see its high-speed spinning body. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Before the head could give the next action command, the body had already reflexively flashed to the left, and the whole person fell down with gravity, a few gray hairs emerged from the hat and drew a beautiful arc in the dim air, the heart was beating puffing, and only at this time could the cold season hear his own heartbeat.

The bullet flew in front of Leng Ji's eyes, such a close distance, for a moment Leng Ji thought it was coming at his eyes, the black pupils reflected the traces of the bullet flying in the moonlight, and the metal shell rolled up too much airflow, rushing straight towards Leng Ji.

Subconsciously, Leng Ji closed his eyes and let his body fall to the left with inertia, and it was rare that his left hand could still be stuck in his pocket at this time, touching the pistol inside but not making the next move.

Sharp pain came from the side of the eye, the right cheek seemed to be hit, the burning and painful taste echoed in the brain, and the sharp touch sensation spread through the nerves all over the head at once, this tearing sensation made Leng Ji suddenly open his eyes with bared teeth.

Didn't hit the ......

The vision was blurry at first, and the cold season couldn't see the man's expression clearly, probably because he was too flustered, and his eyes seemed to have forgotten to focus, and the next moment, the man's hateful appearance was seen in the eyes of the cold season.

The feeling of escaping death in an instant made the whole person stunned for a moment, what liquid was scratched on his cheeks, and the itching feeling mixed with pain poured into his brain one by one. Leng Ji raised his right hand, and the hand holding the dagger stretched out two fingers slightly, trembling to test the painful spot on his face.

Bleeding again......

The blood seen in the black pearl-like pupils was also a little darker. Blood flowed out of the wound, stained by the fingers, from the front to back, every place the fingers touched was glowing with obvious and intense pain, Leng Ji looked at the red on the fingers in a daze, under the dim moonlight, such a red looked extremely dazzling.

She didn't die.

This was the second sentence that Leng Ji thought of, her mind was still blank, and the next moment, she came back to her senses, and there was only the figure of the man holding a gun against the light in her eyes.

Her gaze became afraid to leave the man, and even if she dodged, Leng Ji still stared at the man, taking in his contradictory eyes that blended ruthlessness and fear.

Leng Ji watched him pull the safety again, pressed his index finger to the trigger again, and before shooting, he raised his head slightly, looking at her angrily and proudly. Leng Ji secretly screamed in his heart, not good.

The body was there, and it moved in an instant, and the brain finally regained the command of the body, and it was no longer a conditioned reflex to guide the body's actions, and the cold season incorporated his movements into the eyes without leaking.

The pitch-black muzzle of the gun is like a black hole, as if the slightest carelessness will suck the soul out of it in the cold season.

The dodge of the last bullet made Leng Ji half-lie on the ground at the moment, looking from a low place to a high place, Leng Ji looked up at the man, probably because of the perspective problem, Leng Ji only felt that his figure had become taller than just now. A cold touch came from underneath him, and Leng Ji paused, his hand on the ground barely keeping his balance from actually falling to the ground.

As soon as the arm was forced, Leng Ji's body immediately flipped back with the movement, and his clothes were dyed red on the ground, but Leng Ji couldn't tell whether the blood came from herself or from the two people she killed.

With a bang, another bullet was fired, and the spinning bullet hit the ground under Leng Ji's body, and the gray tiles were pierced by the bullet at once, making a crisp and loud sound. The bullet holes were still smoking, and the blood-stained tiles were cracked open by the impact of the protrusion, spreading along the bullet holes. The white smoke seemed to be the powder of the broken tiles, slowly rising down the air.

Didn't hit myself.

Leng Ji exhaled in his heart, his hand was suddenly forced, and his body was instantly propped up, and as soon as he exerted force on his feet, Leng Ji straightened his waist again, and immediately stood up from the ground before he fired a shot.

The situation must be reversed.

Leng Ji looked at his tall figure, watched his calloused fingers pull the safety again, release the sleeve, and pressed the trigger on his index finger again, the wound cut by the bullet ached faintly when he was nervous in the cold season, watching his movements, the hairs in the cold season stood up again in an instant.

He only had six bullets...... Leng Ji desperately comforted himself in the bottom of his heart, calmly thinking about countermeasures in his head, his eyes looked at his fingers unconsciously again, his index finger pressed towards the trigger with a heavy callus, and Leng Ji leaned back unconsciously.

Can't hide ...... Reason prevailed at this moment, the command of the brain diluted the impulse of conditioned reflexes, Leng Ji turned his wrist, and the dagger in his right hand also turned twice in the moonlight with her movements, and the light reflected by the blade was a little red, sliding freely between Leng Ji's fingers.

His fingers trembled a little unconsciously, and Leng Ji looked at the man in front of him and watched his index finger press down a little.

The silver blade made a beautiful circle in the air, Leng Ji paused, his thumb suddenly pressed on the handle of the dagger, and he took the dagger back into his hand in three or two clicks, took a deep breath in his heart, and the next second, facing the position of the man's arm, Leng Ji raised his hand slightly.

Come on, see who is a little faster.

Squinting, Leng Ji's fingers bent slightly, and with a force of his middle finger, the dagger detached from his right hand, and the blade drew an elegant arc in the air.

Her heartbeat echoed in her ears, and she could clearly hear her heart beating in the air, and the daggers echoing in the air tugged at her heartstrings.

I don't know who is faster in the cold season, neither of them can't dodge, the gunshot rings in their ears, the bullet flies out of the muzzle, and there is a buzzing sound.

The dagger was inserted into his arm accurately, the muscles were cut by the sharp blade, the blood was blazing from under the skin, the pain was transmitted from the skin to his face, and the frown blocked his fierce gaze.

Leng Ji seemed to see the dawn of victory, but the pain from her right arm interrupted her thoughts, and blood bubbled out of her arm, coldly staining the white arm of the arm.

It hurts, but you can't look down.

The left index finger pressed the trigger of the pistol, and the pistol that had been opened was ready to be pulled out at any time, and the cold season could only rely on this to convey a sense of security to himself.

Gritting his teeth, he looked up at the man again in the cold season.

A moment of pain invaded the man's head, a blank brain, and the gun that was pitch black all over fell to the ground, and the feeling of pain made him subconsciously let go of the handle of the gun in his hand.

The next moment, the man realized that something was wrong.