Loosening the collar again, the man was a little skeptical that he was too careful.

With a chuckle, without any hesitation, he turned around. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The streets that had been expected to be deserted, the blue-green leaves fell to the ground in large swaths for some reason, and the receding red sun gradually darkened, shining on the ground, and even the boundary between the fence and the ground became a little blurred.

Dahan wanted to take a closer look, but he felt that the light was darker than just now, and every gap in the floor tiles was black, and he couldn't see the lines inside.

Nothing...... The man scratched the back of his head, and it seemed that he was still too careful.

After calming down his mood, the man wanted to turn his head back, but suddenly noticed a thin itch in his ears, like someone holding a feather, teasing his ears for a while.

His pupils dilated suddenly, and the man knew that there was a subtle flow of air surging in his ears.

Someone?!

The man reacted quickly, and after noticing it, his right hand immediately touched the gun pinned to his waist, pulled it out in three or two, and opened the safety with his left hand.

It's a pity that the cold season is faster than him.

The dagger had long been held in his hand, and in the cold season, he held the handle of the knife hard, touching the lines on it round and round, and the blade that flashed cold light under the setting sun was aimed at the abdomen of the big man, and then the blade was crooked, aimed at the right side of his abdomen.

For a second, he silently counted the moment he turned around, and Leng Ji pricked up his ears and heard the sound of him opening the pistol safe, the crisp and loud sound of metal impact.

There is a faint aroma of osmanthus wafting in the air, and after drinking the old man's wine, I always feel that this aroma is not as mellow as the old man's wine, sweet and attractive.

Obviously standing outside the courtyard, but still have to be wary of the people in the courtyard outside the door, what needs to be done in the cold season, without them noticing, get rid of a person cleanly.

It's a bit of a challenge......

Thinking like this, the cold season starts.

When the man opened his mouth and was about to shout, the pistol was already in his hand, but Leng Ji seemed to always be able to calculate the time, and suddenly moved it the moment he turned around.

With the strength controlled, the silver blade plunged into the flesh and blood without hindrance, and the blood splashed soaked Leng Ji's hands at once, but Leng Ji didn't react at all.

The man in front of him was struggling violently, the pain beyond his patience made his hand begin to weaken before he could raise it, and even the strength to press the buckle was taken away in an instant, and Leng Ji pulled his body with some difficulty, and in his weak struggle, he took a step back, just enough to bring his figure out of the range that could be seen at the door of the courtyard.

This pulling, the more intense pain made the man want to scream, but Leng Ji covered his mouth one step ahead of him, and in an instant, all the sounds turned into a dull "hmm" sound, only the saliva and swinging teeth that kept calling proved that he was still struggling.

The palm of his left hand was stained with the man's saliva, Leng Ji frowned, held the dagger in his right hand, and with a turn of the blade, a slender blood line was drawn along his right abdomen unhurriedly, and then bright blood gushed out from it.

In an instant, Leng Ji felt that the man's struggling movements were even more powerful, Leng Ji looked down, his muscles were shaking uncontrollably, only to find that it was not so much a struggle, but that he had begun to twitch uncontrollably.

Leng Ji knew that he was about to run out of strength, and the more critical this kind of moment, Leng Ji had to pay more attention not to let the people in the yard notice, and his left hand refused to relax at all and was still covering his mouth.

Holding the dagger in her right hand, she scraped back and forth along the wound, and with her movements, the wound became more bloody and blurry, if it wasn't for the cold season in the back, the contents of the stomach would probably flow out like this. The man couldn't scream anymore, and the more intense pain made him lose his voice in an instant, and he couldn't even roar weakly, only uncontrolled saliva flowed wantonly.

The eyes were full of bloodshots, the protruding eyes left black pupils swirling in circles, and the sharp pain surged from the right side of the abdomen and couldn't stop rushing to the chest, and the convulsive body was uncontrollable, and he could only watch his convulsive hands unable to hold the cold pistol, and fell to the ground with a snap.

In the silence of the street, the leaves rustled in the wind, and the strength of the struggle of the man below him became less and less, and the sound of the gun falling to the ground was not loud, but it was enough to break the silence.

Leng Ji's hand immediately paused, and the dagger held in her right hand gently ripped open the skin along her turn, and a pile of flesh and blood slipped out along the blade and fell to the ground with a snort.

Leng Ji turned sideways and looked at the door of the yard, but fortunately, no one noticed.

The struggle of the men under his command has become weaker and weaker, but Leng Ji still doesn't dare to let go of the hand covering his mouth, saliva is flowing inside, Leng Ji feels that the frequency of his whole person's convulsions is beginning to decrease, and his movements are getting smaller and smaller.

It's almost there......

Leng Ji looked at him silently, his cold eyes like a god of death harvesting life.

Another gust of wind blew, sweeping the alley with the summer heat, and the leaves rattled again.

After calculating the time in the cold season, it's almost ......

It was not the autumn wind that showed its teeth and claws, but the leaves were blown to the ground by this breeze, and with the lush green branches, they continued to swing their bewitching posture above the fallen leaves.

The men under him still had faint convulsions, but this was not in the way, the pupils of the eyes had already looked upward, and when the cold season looked from the side, he could only see the bloodshot whites of his eyes turning desperately.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Leng Ji knew that he couldn't survive, or rather, there was no threat to himself.

After reacting, Leng Ji realized that it was obviously a little difficult for his thin body to support an adult man, and he was just concentrating, but he didn't notice it for a while.

Pulling the blade of the dagger out of his body not very smoothly, he let go of his right hand that had been covering his mouth, and the transparent saliva was left to the ground along the movement, Leng Ji paused, only to find that he was dropping down while pumping a bloody mass of flesh and blood in his body.

Wait until it's time to clean up...... It's kind of disgusting.

Thinking about it, the cold season did not stop, little by little, step by step, the man who was no longer breathing moved from the door of the courtyard to the position of the staircase where he had just sat by himself.

Lifting his body slightly, he stepped over the steps, blood mixed with an indescribable mass spilled down his steps, and he felt that his arm began to ache in the cold season.

The two people in the courtyard continued their quarrel after the silence, and only then did they know that the two people seemed to have a good relationship, and it turned out that there was still a conflict of common interests.

It wasn't until the whole man was carried to the abandoned house that the cold season was really relieved.

Unconsciously poked his hand, his hand was sticky, and he remembered that Dahan's blood was still sticking to his hand in the cold season.

Picking up the coat next to Yi next to him and wanting to wipe his palm, he paused, but put it down and picked up a dozen green leaves next to him.