The man's stunned expression was seen by Leng Ji, he squinted, his left hand was raised from his pocket, and the cold body of the gun was revealed little by little. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

After a pause, the movement of her left hand slowed down, and she didn't dare to do anything that she wasn't 100% sure of, even though she had the upper hand in this confrontation with a pistol, she was still reluctant to make a move.

She had to let the man kill with one move, otherwise, if she let him strike backwards, she might not be able to react to the instantaneous recoil of the pistol for a while.

The blood on the blade flowed to the ground little by little, and the metallic pistol was still glowing slightly on the ground, and there was no emotion in the dark pupils of the cold season.

The raised hand stopped in mid-air, the left hand in the pocket was always holding the pistol, and the man did not notice the small movements of her left hand in the dim environment, his eyes only stayed on her figure against the light, his nerves tensed to the extreme, wary of any movement of her.

Cold sweat slid down his forehead, and his tense nerves made him even afraid of the sound of the leaves outside the house, but he never dared to move easily, he was afraid that as soon as he lowered his head, he would do it in the cold season. Although he also lost his weapon, the man was still very jealous of the cold season in his heart, and he was inexplicably afraid of a girl, and even he couldn't tell the reason.

He didn't dare to bend down, he didn't dare to look down to pick up the dropped pistol, his left hand held the dagger inserted in his arm, and with a force, he pulled the dagger off the muscle, and the pain continued all the way down the arm to the heart, even so, his eyes still dared to look at Leng Ji, watching her stand there quietly, without any movement like him.

Do you dare not act rashly or wait for him to show his flaws?

The man nervously pondered the movements of the cold season, and he looked into her face, trying to get some hint from her expression, but unfortunately, the cold season was still as expressionless as ever.

The fingers trembled nervously, the man's vigilant eyes never changed, the more she didn't move, the more nervous the man became, the more he wanted to calm down, and the more panicked his heart became.

Cold sweat slid down his cheeks and fell to the ground, the moonlight was mostly covered by the drifting clouds, and then looking at the expressionless appearance of the cold season, the man paused, the skin on his throat moved, and he swallowed nervously.

The man looked at the girl in front of him, his left hand was still in the pocket of his coat, and a layer of blood flowed out of his right arm, and the blood covered the wound, and the man couldn't see the wound on her hand clearly in the dim environment. In the cold season, it was as if he didn't feel anything, and he didn't even look down at his wounds.

Damn it......

Under such a silent confrontation, the man couldn't help but be the one who wanted to jump out, gritting his teeth, the man made up his mind, bent down slightly, lowered his head, and pretended to be going to pick up the gun, but his eyes continued to stare at Leng Ji's every move vigilantly, covering his small movements with the hair in front of his forehead, as long as Leng Ji moved slightly, he could react immediately, and then stop her movements.

Leng Ji didn't move, his eyes revealed coldness, and he looked at him indifferently.

The man was a little stunned, and raised his eyes to look, but the girl narrowed her eyes, but she still didn't make any movement, just stared at him with a warning gaze.

The unexpected cold season did not stop itself, but the man fell into a tangled situation because of it.

To pick it up, or not to pick it up......

The man hesitated, his body stopped in mid-air, and his outstretched left hand trembled and thumped down to his thigh.

Exactly now.

Looking up again, there was still no action in the cold season, and the two people who had lost their weapons were afraid of each other in silence.

Squinting his eyes, Leng Ji finally found a good opportunity to attack, licked his lips, Leng Ji touched his pistol, and couldn't help but be excited.

It seemed that even the exhaled air flow became rapid, and a more tense and rapid atmosphere spread between the two, the index finger of his left hand trembled slightly, Leng Ji knew that the man had been paying attention to herself, but she didn't care, her eyes narrowed and watched the man's every move, her body leaned forward slightly, and when he was about to touch the pistol, he suddenly moved.

Attention has been on Leng Ji, and the moment he suddenly rushed towards her, the man was stunned, and his subconscious made him retreat, but reason made him pick up the gun on the ground immediately, and subconsciously the man couldn't react, and his hands were pounded in the air.

The left hand took out the pistol in his pocket, and the slight trembling of his fingers disappeared under the restraint of the cold season, who held the handle of the gun steadily, his fingers pressed the trigger, and half of his attention was on his left hand, and the cold season precisely controlled the strength of his index finger.

There was only a two-step gap between them, and in the reflection of the man's pupils, the black figure magnified in front of his eyes, and he rushed in front of him in two clicks.

The pistol he drew was firmly against his chest, and when the man reacted, the cold muzzle of the gun had already touched the fabric of his clothes. Looking at the figure of the cold season in her eyes, a few white hairs hanging down from the hat fluttered in the air with her movements. The man's left hand holding the dagger subconsciously waved the dagger, and the cold knife light danced in the air, sliding towards the cold season.

Not good......

The light of the blade was reflected in Cold Season's pupils, but Cold Season couldn't flinch, and once she took a step back, she couldn't be sure that her marksmanship would hit him in the heart.

Must ...... Kill with one hit.

The right hand was raised against the pain, and the flowing blood changed direction with her movements, and Leng Ji bent his fingers and reached for the man's wrist accurately.

The blade cut through the skin of his neck, and tiny beads of blood came out from under the white skin, and the blade wanted to go deeper, but the cold season didn't give him a chance.

The right hand tightly held the man's wrist, learning from the original Yi, the thumb accurately pressed on the muscles under his metacarpal bones, and the man only felt that his hand did not obey the call, and the fingers became weak.

Almost...... Almost ......

The man watched as he cut through Leng Ji's skin with his dagger, but he couldn't go any further, Leng Ji stuck his wrist and forced his movements to stop in mid-air. This feeling of powerlessness made him very unaccustomed, but there was nothing he could do to change it.

Even if you can push her with your right hand, the blade can cut her throat. However, the right hand was never strong, and as soon as it was forced, the severe pain rushed up the brain along the nerve again.

Unable to figure it out, the man subconsciously wanted to escape, stepping back with his right foot and leaning back, as if he could escape in the next moment.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Leng Ji frowned, took his small movements into his eyes, blinked slightly, and pressed his index finger.

Bang.

Blood-colored fireworks burst out on the man's chest.