"That's because ......" Leng Ji paused deliberately, lowered his head and looked at the gray tiles on the ground, a cold smile unconsciously hung on his face, and a cold gaze emanating from his eyes was projected onto the floor. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"I'm going to dispose of that man's body... The difference in height between the two people may only be about twenty centimeters, and Leng Ji put his toes on tiptoe, raised himself a little higher, and then put his mouth next to his ear, but his eyes were on the man behind him, and he looked at the man behind him with a smile without fear.

With the cover of the man's body, Leng Ji smoothly slid the dagger out, holding the handle of the dagger with his right hand, his eyes never left the man behind him, but he was not worried at all about being noticed by the man in her hand.

The warm air flow passed through his ears without hurry, and the gentle whispers were terrifying, and the man was not very accustomed to this posture, and took a small step back, but he could still hear her whispering.

The gentle words reached his ears, and the man paused, obviously uncomfortable, like this distance made him not very accustomed to it, and raised his hand vigilantly, as if he wanted to push away the cold season, but he never started. But his mind was not too focused on the words of the cold season, and it was not until she finished speaking, and the gentle air flow was over, that the man remembered all the words she said.

The hand gradually raised, the dagger got closer and closer to the man's neck, calculating the time in his heart, Leng Ji lowered his head, and only completely covered his expression behind the man, where the man could not see, so as not to reveal the flaws.

Dispose...... The pupils widened in an instant, and it only took a second for the man to understand the general meaning of the cold season's words, and his hands immediately reflexively wanted to push the cold season away.

As soon as he lowered his head, the man realized that the girl didn't know when there was an extra dagger in her hand, the sharp blade loomed in the darkness, and the high-speed moving blade rushed straight to his eyes, making the man think that he was wrong for a moment.

The next moment, before the brain could distinguish the real from the fake, the man felt a sharp pain in the direction of his throat, and before he could take a closer look, he just lowered his head, and he could feel a more intense pain spreading from the depths of his neck, through the nerves until he reached his head.

"You, you ......" The face became hideous, the man couldn't control his expression, and twitching nerves appeared in his painful face, wanting to say something, but the long mouth made an uncontrollable sighing sound.

The man subconsciously raised his hand to erase the pain, when his hand covered his neck, the blood spread out from his fingertips, like a dam without an embankment, and the unstoppable blood flowed out from between the gaps in his fingers, and his eyes could not distinguish the color in the dark, and he could only feel through the sense of touch, what liquid flowed from the inside of his body to the outside of his body.

Hearing the last few words that the man squeezed out of his throat, the man behind the man didn't know his condition, and could only see his slightly twitching back through the faint light coming from the windowsill.

The man thought it was his own illusion, and raised his hand to put it on the man's shoulder, but Leng Ji suddenly took a step back, and stepped back from the man's figure, and a dagger similar to something on his right hand flashed silver light rippling in the faint light, and an unknown liquid flowed out from under the blade, and the man couldn't see what it was, but could only see his slightly red through the light.

The figure in front of him twitched more unnaturally, his body leaned forward with the movement of the cold season, the man saw it in his eyes, subconsciously thought it was an illusion, and when the outstretched hand was about to touch the man's shoulder, it passed by at once, and the man watched the person in front of him indeed lean to the side, and his stretched hands still couldn't touch it for half a minute.

The man's body was still twitching, the man waved his hands in a panic, with anger in his fearful eyes, and he reached out to grab the cold season, but was easily avoided by the two dodges in the cold season.

The throat was no longer closed, the man's eyes were blurry, the stinging pain stimulated the temples, his movements were like a slow mirror and he couldn't grasp the girl in front of him, watching her easily dodge his arm, and then easily drill back, the man's anger mixed with unspeakable pain but there was nothing he could do about it.

Like a man, the man's pupils widened for a moment, as if he had been frightened by something.

The cold season took a step back, as expected, the pearl-like pupils were shining, and he saw everything in his eyes, the man's reaction speed was faster than that of the man, and the dark hand immediately put on the handle of the gun on his waist, his fingers were bent, his index finger was stuck on the trigger, and with a forceful pull, the gun was smoothly detached from the holster.

Without any pause, he held the safety on the handle of the gun with his left hand, pulled it up with the force, aimed the muzzle in the direction of the cold season, and grasped the handle of the gun with both hands.

The whole process is smooth, and Leng Ji is the first time to see the true strength of the fat man's men, even if he makes a move, Leng Ji knows that he can't stop his moves.

Really...... It's not the same as expected.

The cold season that has been prepared for a long time will naturally not panic, the innocent girl's expression has long disappeared, and the cold season has returned to its original expressionless face, with a cold gaze in his eyes, and a murderous aura that can't be hidden. His left hand was on the man's waist, pulling his twitching body, relying on his own strength, he barely took a small step back in his struggle, just using his huge body to block most of his body.

Holding the dagger tightly in his right hand, Leng Ji retracted the dagger back into his sleeve, revealing slender fingers from the outermost part of the sleeve, and the red stained on it was like a warning sign of danger, reminding Leng Ji that there was a bloody dagger hidden in his sleeve.

The man has not yet lost his breath, his consciousness has not been completely consumed, Leng Ji is a little difficult to control his body, the person in front of him is still slowly struggling on the verge of death, his companion does not dare to shoot wantonly when he sees the situation in front of him, staring at Leng Ji with a look of thorough hatred and jealousy, but he doesn't know that the person in front of him, the more he struggles, the more he will sink, and in the end he can't avoid the nightmare of long sleep.

If Leng Ji stood in his position, he would definitely shoot without hesitation, whether it hit or not, she would always catch the last bit of advantage and not let go.

The breath of the person in front of him became weaker and weaker, the range of struggle became smaller and smaller, and the man's vague consciousness still wanted to cover the urge to cover the blood sprayed from his throat, but his hand was gradually unable to lift.

The cold season knows that there is not much time left for him, as long as the man is dead, the man will definitely have no worries.