"......" in the cold season, I don't know how to answer for a while. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Keep your head down. I can't forget the cold season, this familiar face, unlike last time, this smile hides a kindness that is no longer fake.

"Don't you answer?" The smile showed a kind of pride and satisfaction, like a seasoned hunter looking at his prey, and he was uncomfortable in the cold season.

Seeing that Leng Ji still ignored him, he bent over, stretched out his hand, lowered his head, and blocked her vision with his sturdy body. The hand restlessly started from the cold season eyes, all the way down, gently brushed the cold season cheeks, and was about to touch the slender neck, paused.

Grabbed that hand, and when he was about to exert force on her neck, even the muscles could come out, Leng Ji pulled his hand away with force.

Raising his head, it was just the eyes of the young man, Leng Ji looked up at the pair of black pupils directly above him.

"You...... How did it come out. Instead of asking questions, I lowered my voice in the cold season and tried to make myself sound calmer.

With a slight force, Yi withdrew his hand, which belonged to the soft and weak touch of the girl's fingertips, and it was still wrapped around his wrist.

"Tsk," the boy looked at Leng Ji with a different look, as if surprised by her reaction.

"It seems that I am right," Yi said, and he evoked a wicked smile again, and the treacherous look of success in his plan, "You will indeed escape." ”

"Really?" Leng Ji sneered, looked at the person in front of her, blocked her in the corner, and then blocked the sight of others, so that no matter what happened, others could not see it, and she would not have the opportunity to ask others for help.

"I was still thinking," his left hand supported the iron sheet behind Leng Ji, and his right hand stretched out to Leng Ji's neck again, but his eyes stayed on Leng Ji's face, staring at Leng Ji. "It may take a lot of work to get out there to find you. ”

The double-open iron door was slammed shut with force, making a loud noise that echoed through the crowded carriage in the midst of human voices. The light from outside suddenly dimmed, and only the two small windows overhead still revealed the light of the morning light.

The people of City A closed the door of the truck without hesitation, leaving a group of people in the car crying wolf and being at a loss.

Leng Ji could see his figure in his eyes, pretending to be calm, like Lao Wang looking at himself before he died, and he couldn't see any emotion.

As if because he saw Lao Wang's shadow, Leng Ji paused and let Yi's right hand touch his throat.

"Heh," Leng Ji sneered sarcastically, "you're in luck." ”

Probably even when she spoke, he could feel his throat tremble.

Leng Ji thought to himself, and his left hand held Yi's wrist, wanting to tear it open again.

Probably seeing Leng Ji raise his hand, Yi touched that neck, and felt the girl in front of him gasping and breathing inside, and then, strengthened.

"You, why are you lying to me. Putting away the evil aura on his face, Yi's whole face sank, squinting, and fixing the cold season was like staring at the meat on the chopping board.

As he spoke, Leng Ji felt an irresistible feeling of suffocation spreading from his throat to his heart, and then glanced at the young man in front of him, his gloomy face, and he could feel the anger in his eyes when he squinted.

"You don't, it's the same......" Leng Ji paused, a little out of breath, but still trying to maintain his smile.

"......" Yi paused, not knowing what he was thinking, but the strength in his hand kept strengthening, and he was about to breathe in the cold season.

In my memory, the last time someone did this to themselves was 4 or 5 years ago.

The memory was blurred, as if the young man in front of him was about to merge with the figure of the old man of the past.

The same pain, the same breathlessness, but the latter brought her more indescribable pain.

"Where's Leng Ji?" Looking at the young man's fierce expression, Leng Ji didn't believe that he hadn't realized that he was lying to him, but he didn't quite understand the meaning of him asking this.

It's not a medical bureau either.

Feeling the dagger in her pocket with her right hand, Leng Ji began to see the young man in front of her clearly, and her eyes were blurred by physiological tears.

With her many years of experience, she held the dagger in her backhand in the cold season, roughly touching the position of her young man's neck.

With all the strength of his body, Leng Ji got up and brought himself closer to the young man's face and saw his face clearly.

The boy was a little caught off guard, and the strength in his hand lightened in an instant, as if he had exhausted all his strength, he barely allowed himself to retreat without an unconditioned reflex.

Feeling his bizarre lightness, Leng Ji suddenly realized that the person in front of him might not seem like killing her, or rather, he didn't want to kill her before he got what he wanted.

If you can, the cold season is really like pulling out a smile.

Raising his hand, Leng Ji aimed at the position of his neck and stabbed it hard. It's like something spilled on the lips in the cold season, a cold touch.

Yi was forced to retreat, and the retreat that he had just suppressed became a boost to the cold season attack.

The right hand finally left his neck, and Leng Ji took two big breaths of air, and there was a distinct smell of blood on his lips, and he licked it, only to find that he was stained with blood at some point.

It seems that the tumbling of the river and the sea in his stomach has subsided, and he feels more uncomfortable in the cold season, and he feels more nausea in the cold season.

Leng Ji wanted to stand up, but found that his feet seemed to be unable to exert his strength for a while because of a short period of lack of oxygen, no way, Leng Ji held the dagger in his backhand, maintaining a vigilant look, facing the teenager who was half a step away from him.

After the moisture in his eyes was removed, Leng Ji saw clearly, the tip of the dagger in his hand was stained with blood, and then he looked along the blade, and there was a clear blood mark on Yi's neck.

It's like a masterpiece of your own.

There was a click, mixed with the crying of the carriage, and it was not obvious.

When the cold season reacted, his head was a lot clearer, and what caught his eye was Yi holding a pistol with a safety in front of his face.

looked around, it was noisy, the people behind Yi didn't notice it, but the people sitting next to him couldn't see it.

Gritting his teeth, he measured in his heart, the victory rate of his current pistol and the survival rate of rushing over to fight him to the death, decisively, his right hand was spread, and the dagger was thrown at his feet by the cold season.

"I asked one last time. Yi grabbed the collar of the cold season, followed the force, leaned against the wall in the cold season, and stood up, "Where is the cold season?"

"What if I say," Leng Ji looked at him with a serious expression, "I'm Leng Ji, do you believe it or not?"

I couldn't help but smile smugly.