The cold cement floor was mixed with a layer of ash and lay flat on the ground, and before the sun shone in the shadows, the person who fell to the ground could only feel a palpitation. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The widening eyes reflected the demeanor of the cold season, and the cold sweat on his forehead flowed down little by little, mixed with the blood sprayed on the skin, and the pale face looked extremely dazzling.

The man below him was no longer moving, his eyes were full of hideousness, saliva and snot gushing out uncontrollably, unnatural wrinkles creeping up his skin, his brow furrowed with pain, his brown eyes lost their light, and his mouth was wide open to cry out, but finally he was deprived of his voice by pain.

The cold season was still panting, bowing his head weakly, red droplets of water fell down his hair, everything happened too fast, and when he reacted, he had already met his eyes, and he could only follow his hatred, looking at himself in his eyes, covered in blood, although his pale face was still expressionless, and the blood stained was left and right.

The hatred in his eyes was still there, but the hands that wanted to struggle had already been put down, and even if he wanted to, he couldn't close his eyelids.

In the end, it ended up like this...... It's really not pretty.

The arm pressed against the strong man's body, and the forearm felt slimy, and when he raised his hand, the body under him that still had the body temperature desperately gushed out red liquid.

It's so conspicuous......

I didn't want to see the scene in front of me again, holding on to the ground, I staggered and wanted to stand up in the cold season, but this time I looked up, and it was black in front of me.

The whole person fell back into the bloody and bloody strong man under him weightlessly, and there was a piercing pain in the chest cavity that happened to be compressed, and Leng Ji remembered that he didn't seem to have breathed a few breaths of air normally since the beginning.

His hands were still shaking, and Leng Ji took several deep breaths, and when he opened his eyes again, the things in front of him returned to color, but the whole world became shaky.

I could only barely maintain this posture, bowed my head and rested for a while, and only then did I feel better in the cold season.

Looking up, he barely stood up against the wall, the corpse under his feet was no longer as warm as it was just now, and the pupils in his eyes were inadvertently dilated.

Leng Ji paused, only to feel that there was a gaze that had been watching him, and when he turned around, he saw a boy holding a watermelon standing stiffly not far away.

The expression on the boy's face was indescribable horror, he looked at Leng Ji, and then at the two corpses under her feet, and suddenly felt creepy, only to feel the coolness of the watermelon instilled throughout his body along his arm.

Looking at his frightened eyes, Leng Ji paused, bent over, ignored him, indifferently picked up the coat and hat on the ground, and then pulled the dagger out of the corpse, the blood on the blade perfectly drew an arc in the air, wiped it on Yi's coat, and then withdrew it into his sleeve.

Bending down again, he reached for the pistol that had fallen on the ground, picked it up and stuffed it back into his pocket.

Looking at it, the boy was still frozen in place, but his pale face was a little more agile, and his right leg moved back slightly, as if he finally realized that he wanted to run away.

The action just now was so intense that I didn't even notice when the hat on my head fell to the ground in the cold season.

The blue denim is stained with blood, the white hair is also dyed red, and the delicate face between red and white looks extremely bewitching in the blink of an eye.

Scratching his head, this hair has to be washed again.

In the cold season, the hair is coiled back to the top of the head, and the blood slowly solidifies between the hair strands, and the soft hair becomes slimy, and the feel makes the cold season frown.

Leng Ji wiped the blood on his face with a tissue to make himself look less scary, got everything done, and looked up again, only to see that the little boy was still standing.

Looking at the cold season with jealous eyes, his body leaned back slightly, his weight was on his right foot, and he looked like he was struggling whether to escape or not.

Looking at his appearance, Leng Ji smiled at him slightly, making himself as amiable as possible, and put the dagger in his hand with a twist of his wrist.

He took the dagger, put his index finger in front of his mouth, and made a gesture to make him quiet, the dagger in his hand reflected the sunlight, and the silver shook so that the boy couldn't open his eyes for a moment.

Half-pacifying, half-threatening action.

With a wave of his hand, he let him go quickly, and looked at him, but he still stood there without him, turning his head, not wanting to care about him anymore.

Behind him, there was the sound of running footsteps, and the boy's rapid and soft crying, Leng Ji closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the boy didn't react greater, otherwise the more people would pay attention to him, the more trouble he would have, and the more people would notice him, the more difficult it would be to achieve his goal of hiding his whereabouts.

But then again...... In such a freedman town, isn't it supposed to be a common occurrence of fights and killings?

After all, Leng Ji couldn't understand the boy's expression that opened his mouth wide in horror.

Could it be that he was too ruthless?

wiped the slimy blood on his hands, and then thought about the two people who fell to the ground, simply and neatly, Leng Ji really didn't feel how ruthless he was......

After entangled with the two hunters for a long time, the time was close to noon, and the whole alley was completely shrouded in sunlight, except for the two dead men lying on the ground, there was no one else on the street, and the golden light shone on the reddish-brown brick wall, which seemed unexpectedly calm.

When I went downstairs today...... It's the same on the street.

For some reason, thinking of this, I only felt a palpitation in the cold season.

It seems like...... I forgot something.

After turning a corner along the alley, I finally saw the exit of the alley, which crossed with other streets, and it was another intersection.

Occasionally, a few houses leaked out between the brick walls, closed doors, glass windows sealed with newspapers, and it was unknown if anyone lived in them.

An inexplicable sense of tension enveloped the cold season, probably because of the fact that seeing these low brick houses, crumbling and leaning, people couldn't help but feel depressed, and a sense of extreme unease swelled in the cold season's heart.

At another fork in the road, I stopped in the cold season, and then I remembered that I seemed to have departed from the original direction.

Looking at the unfamiliar street, I paused, and the cold season was a little out of direction.

The noisy sound came from the front, and Leng Ji looked in that direction, and could vaguely see a crowd of bustling figures.

Gritted his teeth, looked into the distance, there was no one on the left, paused, and remembered that he was now covered in blood.

I remembered the fear on the boy's face just now. Like this, walking into the crowd...... It's going to scare a lot of people.

He smiled and was about to go to the left.

Suddenly, in the cold season, a sharp wind brushed his left ear and landed on the wall next to him.

The quiet alley, overshadowed by a loud noise.

On the wall in front of it, blackened bullets were stuck in the concrete, and gray particles were falling around it.