"You ......" The man barely squeezed out a word from his throat, and immediately hooked Leng Ji's distracted thoughts back, and before he could say the second word, the dagger in Leng Ji's hand turned around again, stirring around the inside of the wound twice, and the man couldn't stand in an instant. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Bending his body uncontrollably and trying to fall forward, his hideous expression showed that he was in pain, frowning, the cold sweat sliding down his forehead soaked the tip of his nose, and his violent movements tore the wound open, and the internal organs inside were stirred by the dagger A more intense colic, as if the body did not belong to him, only a sharp pain, pricking his nerves, staining the back of his shirt.

Leng Ji stared coldly at his back, watching his blade glow dark red in the faint light, watching his back cramp and cower from unbearable pain, the blood-soaked fabric sticking to the muscles of his back.

His hands were trembling, Leng Ji could see it clearly, and with a single force on his hand, he passed through the depths of his body, with a snap, the sound of something falling to the ground, the black pistols were mixed with the dim gray floor and couldn't tell each other, Leng Ji squinted, and saw that his slightly spasmodic fingers could no longer hold the handle of the gun in his hand, and he could only watch the gun slide from his weak hand.

No, he probably couldn't even do it, and the pain left him with no time to look at his pistol.

Leng Ji stood quietly behind him, staring down his eyes and silently watching him struggle with a hideous expression, ignoring the dagger she held in her hand, looking like an indifferent stranger looking at an innocuous accident.

The faint light of the window projected onto the ground, and the ground oozed a slightly pale frame, the cold white of the ground exuded a terrible atmosphere, the black pistol lay lonely in the center of the light and shadow, and the empty muzzle was coldly pointed at the cold season.

Looking at it, Leng Ji recalled the dead old Wang.

I don't know where it came from, and I felt a flustered feeling inexplicably.

The dagger in his hand was held tighter, and the force transmitted to the dagger was greater, and the man snorted weakly, and the whole person fell on Leng Ji's body.

Leng Ji didn't retreat, but watched his weak hands reach out to his dagger, and wanted to resist the fate that had been doomed, his hand collapsed and held the dagger in Leng Ji's hand, trying to push the dagger away, and the sound of weak breathing reached Leng Ji's ears, Leng Ji remembered to look up, look at his face that had changed from hideous to weak, and estimated in his heart how much time he was still from death.

The silver-white shimmer shone on his heel slightly, and the blood didn't know when it flowed to the ground, and Leng Ji stabbed the dagger in his hand again, and the person on his body no longer had any physical reaction, and his pale and bloodless face was slightly frowned, telling Leng Ji that he was in shock.

Under the pale faint light, the pores on his face could be faintly seen in the cold season, and there was still a little cold sweat.

Are you dead......

Leng Ji was not sure, the right hand holding the dagger was slightly released, the right foot took a step back, the man's body followed her movements backwards, and the left hand held him upright, Leng Ji touched his head along the spine of his back, and then reached to his face, probing under his nose.

The air current, which was so faint that it was almost imperceptible, sprayed onto the fingers of the cold season, and it seemed to be extremely slight itching, and the cold season fingers shook unconsciously.

After a pause, Leng Ji withdrew his fingers, and saw the circles of fingerprints on his slender fingers through the faint light, just like the ripples of a stone thrown into the water. I wandered for a while, only to feel that the man in my arms did not struggle much, and then reached back and probed his breathing.

This time, no matter how much he paid attention to the cold season, he still couldn't feel the air flow he exhaled.

I breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, and I didn't relax for long, with a crisp metallic sound, a spirit in the cold season, and the action of retracting my hand involuntarily paused, and I lowered my head, and only then did I find that the dagger without hand support fell to the ground.

Inexplicably nervous, Leng Ji looked back at the man in his arms again, but there was no reaction.

Holding his breath and letting go of his left hand again, the man's body lost any support and fell heavily to the ground, the bones of his spine smashing against the thin tiles with a crisp sound.

Leng Ji stood in place, looking at the corpse on the ground coldly, his right hand didn't know when he touched the pistol that had been prepared a long time ago, and after another half a minute, the people on the ground no longer moved, and Leng Ji finally let go of his heart and exhaled a long breath.

It seems that it is really safe......

The pale light shone on the man's body, and it was only at this time that he realized that the glimmer that had been shining on this side through the windowsill from the beginning turned out to be moonlight.

It's not too early...... Unconsciously licked his lips in the cold season.

The blood flowed from his back and spread to the tiles next to him, and when Leng Ji looked in the direction of the blood, the corpse of his companion lay next to it, and the blood gushing from his neck finally stopped, and the half-coagulated blood flowed down the unbalanced floor of the house, just stopping at the tile tile in the doorway.

His hand reached under the man's corpse and pulled out his original dagger, which was stained with more blood, and in the moonlight, it was bright red.

The smell of blood filled the air, especially in this house, which was very strong, filling the entire nasal cavity in the cold season, so that she could not smell the slightest fragrance of osmanthus in the courtyard next door.

But the cold season doesn't seem to be going to clean up their bodies.

Wiped the dagger with the man's shirt, barely wiping some of his blood. Through the cold moonlight, Leng Ji saw half of his face reflected under the blood that was intermittently connected like a film on the dagger.

Looks like there's another person, right?

Leng Ji pinched his fingers and thought about it, and the three people who had been holding guns from the door held their chins. Well, indeed, there's one more.

I remember, there was the one who was at the front.

The corners of his mouth unconsciously showed a faint sneer, Leng Ji remembered that he was the one who held the gun the most properly before, that is to say, he was the most wary person among the three.

The smell of blood filled the room, which was disgusting, but Leng Ji still snatched the pistol from the two of them and hung it in the pockets of Yi's coat.

Leng Ji took two steps back, sat back on the steps he had sat on before, the same place, and sat down again to see a different scenery, under his feet, there were two corpses with blood on them.

Smiling slightly, Leng Ji looked at the two corpses, their empty eyes unable to see the pupils.

Look at their faces and murmur in a low voice.

Such a strong smell, you say......

Will he deliver it himself.