"It's really troublesome...... "Looking at the red on one of his hands, and the other stained with transparent thick liquid, Leng Ji couldn't help but muttered softly. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Although the contact time was not long, the things that flowed out of the man's stomach still touched his hands little by little, Leng Ji looked at his hands, the blood was one by one, and then the mixture of I don't know what was was pasted between his fingers, Leng Ji glanced at it, and only felt nauseous in his stomach.

The leaves were all wrinkled, and the texture turned into jagged shapes and scratched his arms, and he desperately wiped his hands with the leaves in the cold season, until he looked like he had removed his natural skin tone at a glance, and there was no color on his arms.

In just a few minutes, the blood has begun to coagulate and intertwine, and the blood that has not yet been wiped off has begun to firmly stick to Leng Ji's arm at this moment, and Leng Ji can only frown helplessly, looking at the leaves that have been rubbed to tatters.

I can't wipe it off......

It's a hassle. Leng Ji gritted his teeth, looking at the blood stains that he had faintly not wiped away, and when he thought of the blood on his arm, Leng Ji inexplicably remembered the blood in the place where Lao Wang died before.

There is always a shocking delusion......

The blood everywhere, the spectacle of the crowd, the loud gunshots, and the goosebumps in the cold season involuntarily.

Eyes moved to the coat that he had placed on the ground before, the black appearance covered most of the blood stained, but the turning position of the collar that was always missed, the blood red appeared in the gray insoles, the strong but blended with each other, and the eyes hurt in the cold season.

Every two steps on the ground, a pile of flesh and blood blurred pieces of flesh were sprinkled on the ground, arranged little by little along the trajectory drawn by the blood, and looked along the blood line in the cold season, the road of blood was connected all the way to the steps under his feet, and then crossed the threshold beside him, and finally dyed red yellow osmanthus petals, which fell on the corpse of the man beside him.

Wiped the blade clean with leaves, the silver blade is different from the skin that has not been wantonly eroded by red, and he still sits on the steps in the cold season, and he doesn't know when the man in the courtyard will come out again.

Just solved one, and there are still three, four left...... Leng Ji counted his fingers, recalling what he remembered them looking like.

The big man in the lead was the strongest of them all, and in the cold season, he remembered the extremely ill-fitting suit on his body. The muscles inside were hideously exposed under his clothes one by one, and his obvious pectoral muscles could be seen in his sweat-soaked chest.

The leaves rustled, and the cold season was only tossed for a while, and the sun erased more of its own light, and the remaining sunlight faintly turned red, shining on the streets, and the cracks in the stone slabs in the alleys became more unfathomable in this faint light, and the only remaining sunlight reflected the lump of objects on the stone slabs that could not see the main body.

Will...... His stomach was already empty, and Leng Ji touched his dagger, and couldn't help but guess.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the two people in the courtyard were still in a meaningless stalemate over the hundreds of dollars, and the man's companion turned over in his sleep, leaning against the trunk of the tree behind him to make them sleep comfortably after drinking. No one noticed that their companion had been slashed in the back within ten minutes of stepping out of the courtyard.

The last bit of red on the ground is also fading little by little, Leng Ji silently touched the dagger in his hand, watching the sunlight get dimmer and dimmer, the light reflected on the blade is also dimming little by little, and the traces of blood on the ground are becoming less and less obvious.

The aroma of osmanthus is still spreading in the air, but it is covered by the heavy smell of blood on the street, and when you look down and smell it in the cold season, you still can't smell more sweet smell of osmanthus in the air.

"Huh?" The man in the wall seemed to realize something, and the old man snorted low and softly in his hoarse voice.

Hearing the sound, the strength of holding the dagger in the cold season couldn't help but increase a few points, and the cold touch became more and more vigorous as the sun set and the chill of the dagger.

After waiting for a while, he didn't hear the old man say anything more, the leaves were stabbed by the wind again, but Leng Ji was a little relieved in his heart, and his fingers were on the blade, and the scarlet skin looked unexpectedly bewitching under the reflection of the blade.

Let's have another one......

One is enough, preferably, one by one.

Leng Ji sat on the stairs of the house, bored playing with the pistol that the man had just dropped, Leng Ji counted it, the magazine was still full, and there were still 6 bullets in it. Looking coldly at the empty streets around him, the falling osmanthus flowers should have disappeared, but because of the end of the world, in this season that should not bloom, blooming with their own brilliance.

"Hmph, hundreds of dollars are bargaining with Lao Tzu," the old man's voice sounded on the other side of the wall again, listening to it in the cold season, he suddenly felt that it was indeed true that he said that he called himself Lao Tzu. "Can't you respect the elderly?"

"Don't talk nonsense......" frowned, and the big man pulled out two more from the stack of coins, so that nine hundred yuan had already been taken by him.

"Still thinking about money," said the old man, rolling his eyes, whether intentionally or not, mockingly, "didn't you notice that your men hadn't come back for a long time?"

"......" frowned, and the big man seemed to suddenly remember his subordinates at this time, paused, and finally couldn't help but say something. "I guess he just got drunk on the side of the road. “

After saying this, Dahan himself actually didn't know where the man was.

It's just that in such a place where no one is around, his subordinates are still so strong, how can there be any reason to encounter danger.

Unless it was bitten to death by a dog......

The big man sneered, as if he didn't take the old man's words to heart, but he couldn't help but look at the door of the courtyard, and could only look at the fallen osmanthus petals.

There was not a trace of the man's men, there was no sound, and the street outside the door was as frighteningly quiet as the walled courtyard.

"You ......" The big man turned around, wanting to command his men, but he happened to stand in a dead corner, and when he turned around, he couldn't see the figures of several of them.

"I slept like a dead pig. The old man's booth was evident to see the men under him, and at this moment, they were leaning against the trunk of the tree with the old man's wine, and their saliva was dripping heavily, and they were indeed sleeping like dead pigs, and they were almost snoring.

"Tsk. The big man gritted his teeth in dissatisfaction, took another one out of the stack of coins in his pocket, and stuffed it into another pocket.

"What are you doing," followed by an excited scolding. "Sleep, sleep, sleep, NMB?"